Turkey, for real

This week, stalwart ST friend and confidante, Alan Stanbridge (pictured), is in Istanbul for the Fifth International Conference on Cultural Policy Research at Yeditepe University in Istanbul, Turkey. There, he will be delivering a paper called "Somewhere There: Contemporary Music, Performance Space, and Cultural Policy." I'm chuffed and honoured.

Here's the abstract for his provocative investigation:

"The world’s major cities have always prided themselves on the reputation and quality of their high-profile performing arts venues, although these large-scale venues have a somewhat less successful record in the presentation of smaller-scale contemporary work, whether composed new music or jazz and improvised music, which have frequently had to make their homes in non-specialized – and often inadequate – venues, such as churches, rehearsal spaces, bars, and cafes. In a recent initiative, the musician and composer Scott Thomson has opened a new small-scale performance space, called Somewhere There, in the Parkdale area of Toronto, a city well-served by large-scale venues, but with few suitable facilities for the presentation of smaller-scale contemporary music performances. In this paper, I explore the strengths and weaknesses of urban initiatives such as Thomson’s, highlighting the manner in which much contemporary music tends to fall between the cracks of established arts funding patterns and cultural/creative industries policies."

I'm going to prod Alan when he returns in the hopes of posting a link to his paper, which will touch a sympathetic nerve not only for ST musicians and regulars, but also for anyone who is skeptical about Richard Florida-style arts policy rhetoric and its influence on Toronto's arts infrastructure priorities.

Galleries and the Music in 'em

It's amazing to think that it's already been three weeks since MUSIC(in)GALLERIES 2008, and since the launch of the musicWitness art exhibition in the new ST foyer art gallery with two massive solo sets by William Parker, Saturday 26 July. It was a joyful (if stressful) day for me and, as always, I didn't get to hear as many groups as I'd like to have during M(i)G. Particularly special of what I did hear were the banjo/bass duets of Tim Posgate and Victor Bateman in the wide-open Camera bar, the solo harpsichord recital of -- I'm guessing -- Wm. Byrd music by John Farah, and, especially, the drums and trumpet duet of Jean Martin and Jim Lewis. The photo and drawing included here are by the musicWitness, Jeff Schlanger, himself a spirited trumpeter to boot. He agreed with me that something very special was afoot when Jean and Jim filled XPACE with lovely, measured, and deeply sympathetic playing.

The (obligatory?) midafternoon showers made way for a brilliant late-afternoon and early evening, and it was under those conditions that folks headed from the Gladstone -- which Christine Duncan's Element Choir had animated joyfully to round out M(i)G -- or wherever, over to ST for the William Parker solo sets. The material of the two formidable, seventy-plus-minute sets remains a bit of a blur after my crazy expenditure of energy during the afternoon and, like many in attendance, I was further saddled by the increasingly overwhelming warmth of the space -- we turned off the air conditioners to keep noise levels down while Jean Martin did double-duty and recorded the proceedings for possible release.

What I do remember is dominated, however, by an overwhelming feeling of William's presence in the room as he played. Whether or not you 'enjoy' the sounds he was making, the massiveness of the generosity and spirit that he was pouring into the room was undeniable and, for me, undeniably powerful. This experience was amplified and focused by the small room and the quiet acoustic; I could feel the walls throbbing with growing intensity as he dug deeper and deeper into his bass. During each set, William played a version of "Cathedral of Light," an application of his synaesthetic theory of arco bass-playing and, at discrete points during each one, I could hear voices (laughter, especially) from some unlocatable, mystical source. When I reported this to Jeff Schlanger, a veteran colleague of William's, he nodded sagely, assuring me wordlessly that this is neither uncommon nor something to fear. Bright moments.

Jeff was in town with his wife, the wonderful artist, Anne Humanfeld, for nearly a week, framing and installing the work that is now on display indefinitely in the new ST foyer art gallery space. What a treat it was to spend some real time with these two! Both quickly picked up on what I'm trying to do at ST, and were supportive and quite impressed by MUSIC(in)GALLERIES. Naturally, Jeff installed himself to paint William as he played, and the result is a profound diptych (see above) that he took back with him to New York to document and preserve. He left ten original paintings (most of which are of Toronto musicians as they played with William at his 2007 Interface Series) plus four giclée prints, and eleven of these pieces now grace and energize not only the foyer but also, by extension, the entire ST space. Please come to see them! The space looks and feels amazing!

Thank you Jeff and thank you William for such brilliant gifts of soul and spirit.

MUSIC (in) GALLERIES Program Announced / William Parker & musicWitness

First, apologies to those who had quickly become regular readers here. I've taken a hiatus of several months for no good reason other than 'life.' I hope now to get back to regular posting, though I don't expect to be writing about nearly as much as I'd first intended when I started this weblog -- the exigencies of running Somewhere There, keeping in playing shape, having some semblance of a life, and keeping sane make certain compromises necessary.

Now, I'm thrilled to announce the third annual MUSIC (in) GALLERIES, Saturday 26 July, along with a related event, the opening of the "musicWitness" art exhibition by Jeff Schlanger that night, with solo sets by our friend, legendary bassist William Parker. See here...

Somewhere There Presents:
MUSIC(in)GALLERIES – Saturday 26 July, 1-5pm
Live Creative Music in Twenty Queen Street West Art Galleries

For the third year in a row, MUSIC(in)GALLERIES will transform the Queen Street West art gallery district into a walking tour of Toronto’s vibrant scene of creative improvised music. At no cost to the public, small groups of musicians will enliven the distinct acoustic spaces of twenty gallery spaces between Trinity Bellwoods Park and Gladstone Avenue with short sets of live music during one afternoon in July; the first group will start at 1pm in the easternmost gallery, with subsequent sets starting at ten-minute intervals, moving westward. The event route ends at the Gladstone Melody Bar where, following the final set by Christine Duncan’s inimitable Element Choir, the 55 MUSIC(in)GALLERIES musicians as well as audience members are welcome for a late-afternoon event afterparty.

Then, that evening…

Opening of “musicWitness” Art Exhibition at Somewhere There
Featuring two sets by William Parker, solo double bass,
and live painting by Jeff Schlanger (8 & 10pm)

The Somewhere There Performance Studio (340 Dufferin Street, one block south of Queen Street), in an effort to extend the spirit of MUSIC(in)GALLERIES, will host an opening reception for a new exhibition by New York-based artist Jeff Schlanger (aka the musicWitness) in the Somewhere There foyer. The exhibition will feature Schlanger’s paintings of Toronto musicians in collaboration with legendary New York double bass virtuoso, William Parker that Schlanger painted in performance during AIMToronto’s January 2007 Interface Series with Parker. As a very special guest, William Parker will be on hand to play two sets of solo double bass (separate seatings at 8pm and 10pm) to mark the occasion, and Jeff Schlanger will paint him in while he performs.

Event Details:

MUSIC(in)GALLERIES 2008

Free to the public – each set will be approximately twenty-five minutes

1:00 Lausberg Contemporary, 880 Queen Street West
Michael Keith (guitar) & Aaron Lumley (bass)

1:10 Angell Gallery, 890 Queen Street West
Tania Gill & Justin Haynes (melodicas)

1:20 *new* gallery, 906 Queen Street West
Sarah Peebles (solo sho)

1:30 Edward Day Gallery, 952 Queen Street West
Feuermusik: Jeremy Strachan (reeds) & Gus Weinkauf (buckets)

1:40 MOCCA, 954 Queen Street West
Nicole Rampersaud (trumpet) & Evan Shaw (alto saxophone)

1:50 Clint Roenisch Gallery, 944 Queen Street West
Eric Chenaux (guitar) & Rob Clutton (bass)

2:00 Paul Petro Special Projects Space, 962 Queen Street West
Andy Yue (solo synthesizer)

2:10 Propeller Centre for the Visual Arts, 984 Queen Street West
Geordie Haley (guitar) Robin Buckley (drums) Andrew Wedman (keys)

2:20 Ontario Crafts Council, 990 Queen Street West
John Kameel Farah (solo harpsichord)

2:30 Stephen Bulger Gallery/Camera, 1026 Queen Street West
Tim Posgate (banjo) & Victor Bateman (bass)

2:50 Xpace, 58 Ossington Avenue
Jean Martin (drums) & Jim Lewis (trumpet)

3:00 Gallery TPW, 56 Ossington Avenue
Jonnie Bakan’s wind choir with Robin Jessome, Steve Ward (trombones), & Paul Newman, Chris Willes (saxophones)

3:10 Lennox Contemporary, 12 Ossington Avenue
Holger Schoorl (guitar) & Pete Johnston (bass)

3:20 InterAccess Electronic Media Arts Centre, 9 Ossington Avenue
Mike Hansen (turntables) & Tomasz Krakowiak (percussion)

3:30 Lens Factory, 1040 Queen Street West
Jonathan Adjemian (solo synthesizer)

3:40 David Kaye Gallery, 1092 Queen Street West (entrance from Dovercourt)
Nilan Perera (guitar) & Octopus: Germaine Liu & Mark Zurawinski (eight-limbed percussion)

3:50 Engine Gallery, 1112 Queen Street West
Gregory Oh (solo harpisichord)

4:00 Loop Gallery, 1174 Queen Street West
Rod Campbell (trumpet) & Jim Bailey (curio)

4:10 Akau Inc., 1186 Queen Street West (entrance from Northcote)
Nick Storring (cello) & Kristen Theriault (harp)

4:20 Gladstone Art Bar, 1214 Queen Street West
Paul Dutton (solo oralizations)

4:30 Gladstone Melody Bar
Christine Duncan’s Element Choir

MUSIC(in)GALLERIES is funded by the Canada Council for the Arts and by the Toronto Arts Council.

Saturday, 26 July, 8pm and 10pm
Opening of “musicWitness” Art Exhibition
Featuring William Parker, solo bass, and live painting by Jeff Schlanger
Separate seatings at 8pm and 10pm, $15
Limited seating; advance purchase recommended
Tickets available through Somewhere There (sowehear@gmail.com / 647 669 0404) or at Soundscapes (572 College Street)

Somewhere There
340 Dufferin Street
One block south of Queen Street
Entrance from Melbourne Ave.
www.somewherethere.org

About William Parker: www.williamparker.net
About Jeff Schlanger / musicWitness: www.musicwitness.com

Press information and interviews about MUSIC(in)GALLERIES, “musicWitness” Exhibition, and William Parker performances, contact:

Scott Thomson / Somewhere There
sowehear@gmail.com or 647 669 0404

Two More Glances

There are two more shows in the fray that really deserve special mention and that I’ve been neglecting. To follow, I’ll endeavour to stay more current and to write about concerts more immediately in their wake.

Saturday, 22 March

I’ve now written several times, separately, about guitarist Eric Chenaux and bassist Rob Clutton, who played two sets of improvisation last Saturday night. The duo, in this context, was the residue of Rob’s original plan to play with Teena Palmer and Brandon Valdivia with Eric opening, a plan that got scuppered by scheduling vagaries. Such circumstances, in addition to the consummate affability of both guys, fostered a laid-back, almost ‘down home’ environment that was most welcoming for the dozen or so lucky ones on hand. The music was absolutely tremendous, showing simultaneous playfulness and total absorption by both players. Eric showed relative restraint in the use of his signature ‘wah’ sound and, to my ears, was honing in on rhythmic detail more than he usually does throughout the first set; it was surely a generative area, given Rob’s tremendous rhythmic acumen. The second set had Rob stepping out more, with more declarative melodic ideas. In turn, Eric sought timbral extremes as a kind of accompaniment, and focused at length on sustained episodes of quasi-hardanger-fiddle bowing and harmonic swells. Overall, there was a breathtaking stillness to their music that was amplified by the accommodating ST acoustics, yet it was never overly precious, always amiably experimental. An ideal night of chamber music, all in all.

Since Eric (and some of the audience members) had to run off to the Tranzac to play the music of Josh Thorpe, it wound up being an early night at ST. Good thing, too, since I had to run off early Sunday to Montréal for the Casa del Popolo version of the Barnyard Records launch that happened at ST in February. What a treat it was to play with Lori Freedman, Jean Martin, Bernard Falaise, Christine Duncan, Evan Shaw, and Colin Fisher!

Thursday, 27 March

Speaking of Mr. Jean Martin (about whom I’ve also written a fair bit), I was pretty excited to host his Trio with guitarist Justin Haynes and trumpeter Kevin Turcotte this past Thursday. Their Get Together Weather CD is something of a classic of new Toronto creative music, but I hadn’t heard the group live since they opened for the ICP Orchestra at the Guelph Jazz Festival in 2000. Jean set up this gig in advance of the Trio’s appearance at a festival in northern Québec sometime soon, and the idea was to dig into what is, apparently, a pretty massive book of tunes that they have accumulated. Instead, greeted by a meagre audience of two (Nicole Rampersaud and David Sait, who have great taste) they opted to improvise one absolutely extraordinary set of music and pack it in. Jean and Justin kept shifting the terrain with detail-rich strata of tune-like ideas, grooves, and textures, which Kevin animated in an understated way with his impeccable trumpet sound and ever-intelligent musical ideas. The set ended with an elegant climax that left the us three in the audience rather gleefully stunned.

I’m generally unfazed by small audiences at ST or anywhere for creative improvised music, and recognize how some nights are simply going to be duds, ‘business’-wise. However, Thursday night was the first time I was genuinely annoyed by the lack of attendance. I can hear in my head the chiding that I wanted to broadcast: “People! That was the shit, and you missed it!” But I’m over it now. I will, however, keep reminding readers that Toronto has some of the finest and most creative improvising musicians anywhere, and that, if I may say so, you’ll be lucky to hear them in the intimate confines of ST. Otherwise, if you wait too long, you may be relegated to buying costly tickets to hear them from poorly mixed festival stages, which are, often and unfortunately, the natural habitat for our best and brightest musical performers.

Glances in the Rear-View Mirror

In an effort to keep tabs on a bunch of interesting stuff that’s happened at ST during the past few weeks, I’m offering up a few snapshots. I wrote these two last week but haven’t got around to editing and posting them before now:

Wednesday, 12 March

Arthur Bull, formerly of Toronto during the Music Gallery’s heyday, has long since set up shop in Digby Neck, NS. Luckily, he contacted me shortly after I’d opened ST while planning a Toronto trip and, since the program was still skeletal then, I was able to offer him a gig without any hassle. What luck! This guy is a real improviser’s improviser, and deals with the situation with a minimum of surface gloss and maximum ideas-per-minute. Since his original, exceptional trio with Nick Fraser and David Prentice in September, Arthur has been back twice, and this time with the ever-provocative pair of Nick and guitarist and ST regular, Eric Chenaux. Their music unfolded at a beautifully measured pace and, while each player was clearly taking the others' cues throughout, one could parse each player’s discrete musical ideas as they were introduced, developed, and wrapped up. Still, the lushness of Eric’s guitar and Nick’s exquisite snare attack assured that this was more than a musical chess match. To follow, March/April residents, Ronda Rindone’s Quorum, had a busy set featuring two-bassists (Aaron Lumley and Rob Clutton) that was lively enough, but no match for the subtlety brought to bear by Arthur, Eric, and Nick.

Thursday, 13 March

It was terrific to host two old friends from Montréal, gambist Pierre-Yves Martel (picture) and trumpeter Gordon Allen, who were joined by bassist Rob Clutton for a delicate and extremely thoughtful trio improvisation. It was lovely to hear Pierre-Yves and Rob hook up in actual or fanciful counterpoint, with plenty of little rhythmic and harmonic interplay, while Gordon (as he so often does) cleaved beautifully to his own breathy, almost ethereal furrow. The silences that permeated the set’s texture were an excellent contrast to the opening set, an in-concert development of their Piano Music collaboration by alto saxophonist Evan Shaw and drummer Jean Martin. Jean and Evan played extroverted duet music that kept an ongoing and productive connection with jazz tradition, without ever referring to it overtly. Jean’s capacity for simultaneous subtlety and ebullience, so often a key factor in any ensemble in which he plays, was certainly in evidence, but was muted a bit by his fumbling with an MP3 player to trigger saxophone-choir samples that is a hallmark of the duo’s recorded work. Unfortunately, each such moment brought the energy level of the music down considerably. Still, it was as-ever wonderful to hear these two deep thinker/feelers dig into long, jagged, superbly rhythmic streams of music for good chunks of their generally excellent set.

Hardscrabble Songs - Part Two

I’d like to have written a follow-up to my previous post sooner, while the music remains fresh in mind, but mundane-but-necessary administrative writing has pre-empted it all week. I’m now faced with a backlog of shows about which I could write, so I’ll skip a stone across the proceedings and peck out some of the intriguing and enjoyable things to have passed. Especially memorable, though not always for the best reasons, was the third day of the Malcolm Goldstein Interface, last Sunday afternoon. Following the stormy Saturday night that preceded it, there was a healthy, post-cabin fever audience who seemed pleased to be out of the house on that sunny afternoon, and it was nice to see some old friends in attendance.

Malcolm began his spellbinding set of solo violin music with “Walls,” which incorporated a fantasy on a Balkan folk song as well as a deeply moving, self-accompanied recitation of a striking first-person narrative about the loss of a friend named Kazim (I don’t recall whose text it’s from). To follow, the depression-themed “Hardscrabble Songs” equally employed a mix of virtuosic violin scraping and vocal declamation of interleaved bits of poetic and evocative text (which brought some of Brion Gysin’s recorded works to mind). Certainly lighter in tenor than either “Walls” or the drawn out, extraordinarily delicate piece with which Malcolm closed the set, the “Hardscrabble Songs" were toughly wrought nonetheless, and the tight interplay between text, vocal timbre, and violin tone and timbre made it one of the finest multilateral solo performances I’ve heard.

Next on the program and, in advance of the event, something of a crown jewel in the lineup, was the AIMToronto Orchestra to perform two of Malcolm’s pieces, “Qerneraq: Our Breath as Bones” and “Two Silences.” The former featured vocalist Sienna Dahlen as a last-minute dep for Christine Duncan, who was working with Juliet Palmer in advance of the premiere of Stitch. From my vantage point, Sienna did an excellent job with the mostly graphic score that incorporated near-illegible shards of text from an Inuit poem. The problem, instead, was in the ensemble; in a word, given Malcolm’s aesthetic and philosophical priorities, the improvising (which was left quite open within certain parameters) was dominated too heavily by gestures.

By gestures, I mean sounds invested with a kind of subjective intent that is really the primary domain of players in the conventional field of improvised music (if that’s not a ridiculous contradiction) like the majority of Orchestra members. Instead, the music demands the execution of sounds that are as divested of ego as possible, so that the collection of timbres (“soundings,” as Malcolm likes to call them) is as mobile, open, and fluid a field as possible – enabling maximum surprise, for everyone involved. It’s a tall order for a fifteen-member group in one three-hour rehearsal and, unfortunately, it didn’t seem to come off this time around.

“Two Silences,” a fifteen-minute piece defined by three long ‘static’ (ever-changing) sound masses and the two brief spaces between them, suffered for more mundane reasons; on this one, the Orchestra simply played too loudly (myself included!) for the subtleties of the soundfields to emerge. And, like with many pieces of this sort, the fine line between fascination/beguilement and tedium was all-too-quickly crossed. Despite these limitations, the confrontation with Malcolm Goldstein’s music, not only by the AIMToronto Orchestra, but also by musicians all weekend long, introduced a philosophy of improvised music-making that is a far cry from that of typical Interface guests. Such exchange and development (as well as the fine sense of camaraderie that also defined the weekend) is really the hallmark of the Interface Series, and makes it the exciting and essential ongoing institution that it has become.

I had hoped to get to reports on visits by some other special out-of-town guests: Nova Scotian guitarist Arthur Bull (who played beautifully with Nick Fraser and Eric Chenaux on Wednesday) and Montéal trumpeter Gordon Allen and gambist Pierre-Yves Martel (who played beautifully with Rob Clutton on Thursday). Time, for now, is not allowing it. Bear with me as I attempt to corral into words the bumper crop of remarkable music that’s been filling my little studio.

Hardscrabble Songs – Part One

AIMToronto’s Interface with Montreal violinist Malcolm Goldstein this past weekend was significantly different than any of the previous Interfaces. For one, every note was played at Somewhere There, and it’s increasingly gratifying to be moving away from the odd acoustics and questionable comforts of the Arraymusic Studio, and to invite (force?) audience members to get closer to the action as they do at ST. For Malcolm’s music, in which the lightest bow-brush can carry utmost resonance, such dynamics here are absolutely ideal, as I hear them. An even bigger difference for the event, however, is the way Malcolm’s compositions took centre stage, with four of the six sets of music throughout the weekend featuring his composed works. Ad hoc collective playing, which usually represents the brunt of Interface activities, is not very interesting to Malcolm under such circumstances, though he genially took up the challenge twice during the weekend. Instead, the event was dominated by his very particular composerly aesthetic, one in which subtle, surprising sounds live as good and long a life as they possibly can, and in which instrumental technique and chops are reconsidered, reformatted, and redirected toward collective and, ideally, egoless ends.

Three Toronto ensembles took up the challenge of his conceptual/graphic/directed improvisation pieces, which take bows in the direction of his New York School forbears (Christian Wolff and Earl Brown in particular, at a guess). Each ensemble spent a three-hour rehearsal working with Malcolm in advance of the evening shows, and the task was clearly to find out the aesthetic and philosophical closures on which he’d quietly insist amid all of the objective openness furnished by the scores. Intriguingly, it was the eight-piece band-for-a-day, Ensemble for Now, assembled by Joe Sorbara, that had the clearest view on Saturday night. “Yosha’s Morning Song” was an ostensible feature for Susanna Hood, whose vocal part Malcolm cribbed from his boy’s babysong, and who cooed and whinnied brilliantly and with stunning concentration amid the tiny events and interjections from the rest of the group, which surrounded the audience from the circumference of the room. Language was the theme for the program, as it moved from its evolution to its devolution in the second piece, “Regarding the Tower of Babel,” as close as the music ever got to theatre all weekend. Here, ensemble members unraveled the meaning of a Babel parable by Kafka with the recitation of dictionary definitions that swirled and doubled back on each other, echoed by the lumpen pulses and parlando effects on the players’ instruments, until the piece left a still confusion – perfectly eerie on so stormy and foreboding a night – as its only residue.

Confusion was also on order to an extent on Friday night, when the found-sound improvisation trio Odradek (Michelangelo Iaffaldano, Andy Yue, Jim Bailey) interpreted two of Malcolm’s pieces: “The Seasons: Vermont (Summer)” and “Frog Pond at Dusk.” The former features a recording of sounds from around Malcolm’s farm in Vermont that merge with the operations by the ensemble. Michelangelo, as always, was right in the middle of the music-making, and the sound he extracted from his miscellany maintained a productive tension between synthesis and contrast with both the recorded sounds and those of his partners (including Malcolm, who sat in on the piece). Jim, on the other hand, seemed at a bit of a loss at times and, when he defaulted a few times to fairly bland mimesis, much of that tension was unfortunately lost. “Frog Pond” was particularly striking due to the way the score seemed to bewilder the group. These pieces are so open that it’s difficult to discern successful from unsuccessful interpretation, but there was an undeniable (if intangible) switch that took place – beautiful if disconcerting – as a clear view of the piece’s roadmap was replaced by anxious, furtive glances, tentative sounds, and general uncertainty. I loved it! Jim, Miche, and Andy, while committed music-makers, never seem to take anything overly seriously, and I thought I distinctly perceived a revelry in their own discomfort that is all too rare in this insecure world – musical or otherwise.

Expect a follow-up on the other sets, including Malcolm’s improvisations with Nilan Perera on Friday, and with Rob Piilonen and Chris Willes on Saturday, as well as his solo violin set and the AIMToronto Orchestra set on Sunday, in the next few days.