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Lucas Bolsters Buñuel

Absurdity marks Luis Buñuel’s The Exterminating Angel, a cornerstone title by the surrealist master from ’62, so there’s usually a chuckle of three as the film unpacks its mysterious tale. But I don’t ever remember the viewing process being as engaging – or maybe as flat-out charming – as it was with Gary Lucas’ real-time score bolstering Buñuel’s send-up of a passive bourgeoisie on Friday at Pioneer Works in Brooklyn. The guitarist improvised on a series of sketches that gave a buoyancy to the on-screen confinement of guests at an upper-crust dinner party trapped in a sitting room post-feast. They’re able to physically move – and certainly bemoan their fate with a bevy of existential quips – but psychologically unable to make the leap back to their daily lives. Despite Buñuel’s wit, it can get a tad claustrophobic.

That’s where Lucas’ music assists. With his finger-picking on acoustic and electric instruments setting up an external rhythm, and the echo effects of his strings enhancing the narrative’s eerier aspects, the guitarist ups the ante on the director’s art. Lucas has been refining his approach to film accompaniment for decades – don’t miss his pas de deux with The Golem it the opportunity arises – and the nuanced way he wiggles his strings into the on-screen emotions is pretty damn impressive. He stands outside the piece as an observer, formally commenting on the action, but the real trick is how well the music is embedded into the scenes. By the time the group’s desperation reaches its provocative peak, it feels like Lucas’ insights have helped them turn the key. This was the US premiere (Cuban fans heard it in 2011); fingers crossed that there are many more performances.

PLUS: Don’t miss GL’s new CD of music from Max Fleischer toons

Julian Lage Arclight (Mack Ave)

Don’t be scratching your head with this new electric album – Julian Lage flagged his scope for us from the get-go. When the guitarist’s debut arrived in 2009, it contained lighthearted spins on jazz nuggets like “All Blues” as well as plucky exchanges with newgrass banjo ace Bela Fleck. Some pieces used trad swing and blues grammar; a few blended saxophone and cello while prancing like a miniature version of the Paul Winter Consort; several opted for a folksy spin on Americana, pasteled and pulse-driven. Then 21, with a Gary Burton seal of approval on his forehead, Lage was rightly pegged a key new voice in the ever-expanding jazz firmament. Since, he’s recorded with pianist Fred Hersch and guitarist Nels Cline, two cagey sensei who know as much about left-of-center antics as they do mainstream beauty. Last year he made a bluegrass record with one of the Punch Brothers and dropped a solo acoustic date that was divorced from jazz orthodoxy, feeling more like an unholy mix of Russ Barenberg, Tony Rice and John Miller. The finesse he’s brought to the unplugged realm is deep. So now that he has amped up on this new trio disc – his first playing electric guitar exclusively – you can’t act surprised. Dude wants to go everywhere.

Arclight finds Lage grabbing bassist Scott Colley and drummer Kenny Wollesen (players who have worked at the sides of Jim Hall and Bill Frisell, respectively – two of the Lage’s string heroes) and putting a bit more oomph behind the kind of insta-catchy melodies that are proving essential to his signature sound. It takes a sec to grok some of the gambits that drive the action on this pithy little instrumental album – even longtime Lage lovers might find the sonic leap a bit jarring at first – but what’s quickly identifiable is the dedication to breezy moods, bittersweet themes and pop clarity – even when things get purposefully jumbled or spacey. The longest track here is 4:02. Producer Jesse Harris, he of the celebrated Brooklyn squad that refined the folk-jazz nexus for which Norah Jones became a poster girl back in the start of the millennium, keeps everything moving nicely. From the driving romp through “Persian Rug” (don’t miss the R Crumb version) to the crispy groove of WC Handy’s “Harlem Blues,” there’s a spry vibe to this program.

Touch is everything in Lage’s acoustic playing. The solo shows I’ve caught have been remarkable due to his skill at feathering into a lick and applying a convincing emotional weight to a phrase. That particular pleasure gets lost a bit in these more aggressive statements, but it makes sense that listeners would have to recalibrate their ears when approaching this kind of shift. Lage doesn’t skimp on dynamics, however; “Nocturne” waxes wistful before it gets raucous for a chorus, and “Supera” swerves all over the place while marking its territory. Things morph from track to track as well. “Stop Go Start” could be a Sun Ra outtake featuring Larry Coryell, “Prospero” revels in its own pummeling volition and “I’ll Be Seeing You,” the only overt standard on the album, is played in a customary jazz trio manner, with interplay being high on the to-do list.

Lage isn’t the first guitarist to conflate twang, groove, swing and other roots musics. Jim Campilongo (another Harris cohort) has been on the case for years, and his work isn’t to be missed. And of course Frisell’s breadth of interest has led him in similar directions. But there’s something enticing in the way this trio operates, pushing towards a spot that bands like John Scofield’s Bar Talk trio reached during their zenith – there’s a guy up front talking, but those around him have plenty to say. Lage has confessed his love for the Fender Telecaster that distinguishes Arclight, and he certainly steps out to milk it for all the variety he can. When the chipper strumming of “Presley” swiftly glides into a flourish of upper register barn burning, it’s pretty obvious this virtuoso has entered a fruitful new part of his trek.

20/20 VISION

A jazz festival doesn’t celebrate its twentieth anniversary without a vital aesthetic that perpetually dazzles its audience. Cheers to the VISION Festival, which reaches the big 2-0 this year by staying the course — its week-long program highlights the musicians who helped fuel the event during its first two decades, improvisers who forgo established rules whenever it seems wise and forge a personalized trajectory. From Amina Myers/Henry Grimes to Marilyn Crispell/Gerry Hemingway, an array of duos seems fetching this year. Saxophonists are a mainstay as well. The gnarled verities of Joe McPhee, the fierce arias of David Murray, the lyrical roar of Tony Malaby — each, repping a lineage that reaches from (participants) Marshall Allen to Ingrid Laubrock, holds forth at Washington Square’s Judson Church. With dance and poetry weaving between the instrumental shows, Vision’s multidiscipline interests are sated as well. And if you need two words to put your butt in a seat, here they are. Roscoe. Mitchell.



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Mike Pride’s I Hate Work @ Greenwich House Tonight!

Jazz is all about imagination, so the when fierce percussionist Pride morphs the speed blast of MDC (Millions of Dead Cops) into jaunty swing and graceful forward motion, there’s plenty of resourcefulness in the air. Pride has previously sat in the hardcore heroes’ drummer’s chair, and improv-wise he’s expert at the dynamics of calibrated assault. With pianist Jaime Saft and bassist Brad Jones on the case in I Hate Workspewed broadsides like “Corporate Deathburger” (SoundCloud below) and “Business On Parade” are not only refracted, they’re reborn.

Sound It Out Series – Greenwich House 

Birthday Boy Klem in Action

Happy 80th Anniversary Village Vanguard!

Kisses to everyone who keeps it going. Thanks to everyone who bolsters the vibe. Hats off to everyone who appreciates art music. Here is some of the music that’s gone down on stage. Bet Joe and company have a blast tonight.

Uri Caine Residency @ The Stone 17 – 22

Ever heard Uri Caine gilde through “Hazy Lazy Crazy” with bassist John Hébert and drummer Ben Perowsky? You need to, and the chance arrives as the virtuoso pianist unpacks his multiplicity during this six-night run. With two discrete shows an evening, The Stone stints allow artists to get kaleidoscopic and underscore variety. Caine, heralded for bringing an improviser’s vision to the classical canon, is never lacking for novel ideas. From the chamber refinement of cello and violin to the “chamber refinement” of sax and drums, he’s an expert at both following and flouting rules. His Wintereise duo with Theo Bleckmann should be as evocative as his Dragnet trio with cellist Eric Friedlander and drummer Clarence Penn – what kind of swing will they concoct? Options abound, and don’t forget the solo night. When the stars align he’s a one-man orchestra.

The Stone

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