Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Pedrito Martinez Concert Report

                        Pedrito Martinez Group Concert Report                  
      A virtuoso is a musician with masterful control of their instrument and their playing, able to give a commanding and emotionally moving performance to the audience with relative ease.  Pedrito Martinez encapsulated all of these ideas on December 17th at Subrosa in the Meatpacking district, leading his Afro-Cuban jazz group to give a rousing hour long performance.  Using his mastery of percussion as well as an impressive singing voice to provide both melodies and harmonies with the other band members, Martinez fully displayed the heights a virtuoso can reach.
      Upon entering Subrosa I was excited just by the intimacy of the venue.   Subrosa is an extension of the Blue Note focusing on Cuban music and Latin groups, a club still in its introductory stages but with a promising future.  The space featured room for about 100 people at most, but at 7pm on this Wednesday only had about 25 people seated in the audience.  The event was 21 and over, and my friend and I were the youngest in the crowd, with the event drawing a wide ranging audience unified in their musical and cultural interest in the performance to come.  Subrosa was lit with red bulbs and candled tables, conveying both an older elegance and the contemporary chic of the meatpacking district.  Sitting at a table about ten feet from the stage I was very close to the music and musicians, and recognized them as they took the stage as having hung out with their friends in the audience before the show.  This was a show for us in the audience, not just a regular paid concert event, and the intimacy of the venue as well as the band themselves provided this connection. 
      The Pedrito Martinez group themselves are an up and coming Afro-Cuban band, featuring Cuban members who were very happy with Obama’s recent announcement of opening relations with Cuba (they remarked “Obama is in the house” before the show).   The group includes more members on their new Grammy nominated album than were present at the show, but the members present more than made up for their smaller numbers.  Pedrito was featured on congas, stomp pad, African drums and singing, both in lead and harmonic parts.  He was joined by a bassist, another percussionist playing cowbell and bongos, and a keyboardist on a Yamaha keyboard and Korg synthesizer.  The whole group was obviously virtuosic, able to weave through prepared and improvised material and transitions with ease.  It was especially impressive when one musician would start a phrase or introduction of a song, and the other players would seemingly know exactly when to come in with the head of the song despite the solo introduction being completely improvised and without much direct conversation or implications given by the soloist.  The players were so in tune with each other and the direction of the music that they could hear what the audience couldn’t, and even myself being a musician with experience in Afro-Cuban music the rhythms and transitions they played were challenging and intimidating.  The second percussionist was especially impressive, at times creating an entire rhythmic and melodic sound from only a cowbell, taking what is usually considered a simple or blasé instrument and using it with as much technique and variance as a classical cellist. 
      However, Pedrito Martinez was the obvious standout of the night.  He energized and connected with the audience both in playing and conversation, at one point even leaving the stage to come dance with women in the crowd (displaying dance skills as impressive as his playing).  His voice was soaring and strong, and especially impressive considering he was simultaneously playing complex polyrhythms on percussion while singing.  His utilized his voice as both an extra percussive instrument as well as a leading melody, with the other three band members matching his harmonies to provide a driving chorus of voices.  At one point towards the end of the show Pedrito was alone on stage with a set of African drums, about five all set up on one large stand for him to play.  Starting slow and eventually gaining momentum and complexity, the true virtuosic nature of his playing was on powerful display as he mixed polyrhythms with his right hand on three separate drums while providing melodic notes and impressions on a wooden drum block with his left hand.  Pedrito provided the sound of an entire band by himself, at such speeds that would confound a band of regular players each trying to accomplish only one of the voices he was providing. 
      More than anything, the music of the night was exciting.  People in the audience got up and danced, some of them in their 70’s or even 80’s it seemed, and yet still moved by  the music enough to dance in a crowd of at most two dozen.  Lasting a bit over an hour, most of the songs of the concert induced head-bobbing and foot tapping, and even the slower songs less focused on dancing were extremely interesting and captivating.  I was lucky enough to get into the show for free from a mailing list deal, but had I paid the regular twenty dollars for the show I would not have been disappointed in my purchase.  It’s not often you get to see a masterful display of talent and musical prowess, and even less so that you get to be in such an intimate setting to receive it.  Hopefully the Pedrito Martinez Group wins the Grammy for their album, and hopefully this means many more opportunities for me to see them.  This is definitely a group and a leading musician in Pedrito everyone should watch out for.  
Pedrito Martinez Group, Tu Tienes Mala Mana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eVKGsCQrAJ8

Obama

What did I promise to write about last time? Bands and bananas? I'll try to get to the bands here but that's not where my inspiration is at currently. I'll write about my day and probably get there though.
I'm listening to Marc Maron's interview with Obama finally. I'm also eating leftover fried chicken from last night (dipped in Sweet Baby Ray's of course), blueberries and fries.
Just finished the fried chicken.
It's a warm summer night, as Chic would say (astute readers can guess this week's song by now).
Our neighbors left a bookcase outside our door for free, I took it for keeps and cleaned it up a bit, threw it in our living room and threw my records on it. I'll pick up my turntable from Brooklyn Heights tomorrow hopefully. More feelings of settlement into the apartment and neighborhood.

I went and practiced soccer against the wall in the playground of the school a few blocks down from us.  Some neighborhood kids were playing basketball across the fence, (I assume they're neighborhood kids), and an older guy was exercising. He eventually joined me in playing soccer, but pulled a muscle while playing. Tough guy though, walked it off and started shadowboxing. Tougher than me.
The kids were loud and betting on the games. Mostly 1 on 1 games, kids wearing jeans on the outside of the court, shorts in the key.
Lost the thread here.
I guess I've just settled into the neighborhood more. On the walk back I played a piano that was sitting out for sale, and accepted a brochure from a local waitress. Cars, birds, reggaeton, sirens crop up in the background occasionally.

We played our last show two Mondays ago.  It was even more of a last show because half our band wasn't there, so it was barely a Metrofono show.  But it was fun. We played one song, thought we were playing two, it was a slow jam version of Miss You that transitioned into a funk jam of Miss You.  We meant to play Fooled Around and Fell in Love after but were cut short because of the jam packed guest list of the open mic.  The guy running the open mic bought our band drinks at the end of the night, which was very nice of him. He didn't have to, he could have just said "tough luck sorry", but he bought us drinks, said sorry, complimented our sound, and shook all our hands. That's the kind of guy I want to be when I'm his age.

What have I done since then? Had some interviews at a razor company, didn't get the job, but oh well. There's lots of jobs I haven't gotten. Socrates didn't get a lot of jobs, he kept true to himself instead. Not that I have a hankering for hemlock, but you get me.

Is this blog stream of consciousness? I should ask my comparative literature roommate.

That last line was tongue in cheek. Blueberry in cheek actually.
I need to get better at writing. It's been a while since I've done serious writing, an essay or something, so forgive me. I'll post my Pedrito Martinez concert review, I'm told it's a good read and a good example of my good writing.
The biggest challenge is trying to be honest instead of clever. Clever is a wall you can easily hide behind. Honest is
a tree facing a wave? A Raisin in the Sun? as honest does?
Clever again. Brevity is the soul of wit, but James Brown had more soul than wit.
That last line is supposed to mean something or be deep, but I think I muddled it.



Alright this post got waaaay to self indulgent. Here's some music for y'all, Chic with A Warm Summer Night from Risque.  Some truly pretty guitar playing.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hoyMam0Iv2I


Bananas will be discussed at some point.

Saturday, August 15, 2015

Beaches, Bands and Bananas

have all been great in my life recently.  Last weekend saw me in Connecticut, but Westport with Emilie instead of Kent with the family as usual. I did Offbeat the Thursday before, which was fun but very tiring (I got home at 7:30AM).  I was worried I'd be too tired to enjoy the weekend, but got lots of sleep and rest Friday and woke up ready for adventure Saturday. And adventure there was! Westport is beautiful, very rich but also very comfortable and homey. It's like a beach town but not the same surfer vibe as California beach towns, more of an outdoorsman country vibe. We felt very outdoorsman as we set up the rusty tent on the beach, it took a while but would prove to be worth it. Me, Emilie, King, Souha and Dan all had a cookout on the beach, made hot dogs, sausages and veggies,  enjoyed a beautiful sunset and lots of fun.  Afterwards we went back to the tent on the beach for a bonfire (which I expertly crafted, years of fireplace stoking experience at home coming in handy). We had s'mores, beers, and played guitar and sang (a particularly weird and funny Simon & Garfunkel version of "Come and Get Your Love" by Redbone), and had a generally great night. We slept in the spacious tent right on the beach as the tide rolled in and out.
Waking up to waves and seagulls is pretty unbeatable as far as alarms go.  It was very hot in the tent, which made the wake-up swim all the better. Lots of flies on the beach but flies are flies, worth it for the water.  We got breakfast at a nearby deli, bacon and cheese for me, bacon egg and cheese for them, and fruit galore.  Lots of nice convertibles drove by, many old school, and the whole town breathed a similar mindset.  If I had to call the atmosphere one thing I'd say disarming.
We played soccer on the sandbars during low tide, as well as some volleyball, and went further into the water to play frisbee. Tides are a funny thing. In the morning we swam out 20 yards or so, comfortably in the water by a buoy.  By the afternoon we could walk a hundred, two hundred yards past that buoy, and the water we swam and played frisbee in was only thigh deep.  Its interesting to see people having a pizza party in a spot that will in a few hours time be teeming with fish.
That late afternoon we played some music, ate some food, and hung out with pets. Cats, dogs and wild rabbits, to compliment the egrets, crabs, fish, skunks, shellfish and all manner of wildlife. Not to mention the trees. It was the first time in 6 months I'd been surrounded by so much nature. It was nice.

We kayaked in the sunset, my first kayaking I can remember since Alaska.  No narwhals here, but the beautiful day made up for it.  Striking off into the water on my lone kayak I felt a sincere sense of calm and righteousness.  I think I'll need to sail the world someday, I really belong on the water.  I feel like an adventurer there, maybe its just the physical demand and proximity to watery peril requiring concentration of the mind akin to a zenlike meditation, but it feels nice. Dan decided to trade his paddleboard for a kayak with Emilie's family friend while they were in the water, to expectedly bad results.  The kayak capsized and took on water, unable to overturn, and Emilie and Souha had to tow Dan and the kayak into shore.  I paddled by nearby, feeling somewhat bad about being unable to help significantly, but also just having too much fun in the water to impose on myself.  Oh King had left during the bonfire the night before. He had financial exams, we missed him a lot.
I left with Dan and Souha on the train back to Grand Central, ran into a Columbia acquaintance on it, and got back home around 11PM. A great weekend all in all.

I'm short on time now so I guess I'll get to the Bands and Bananas later.
Tune in next time for a farewell concert at Prohibition, a night of tequila, jazz and pingpong with my cousin John, and something I'll come up with about bananas.

need a minute or two now to think of a song to capture the atmosphere of my time in Westport.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e7soRMmkUpI
Neil Young, Journey Through the Past