Gauci’s own trio came third as usual, but in a very special edition: both Kevin Shea and Colin Hinton were performing elsewhere that night, so it fell to James Paul Nadien to take over on drums. Adam Lane, this trio’s most frequent bassist, completed the lineup. This group had none of the previous set’s connectivity issues. Even at their high level of intensity, Lane and Nadien created a solid substrate for Gauci to sail over. There was a definite form to this set; it started relatively subdued with Gauci almost dipping into bebop vocabulary, and only toward the middle and at the very end did we get extended helpings of his habitual high-harmonic hollering over Lane’s signature stentorian skronks. Nadien gave this trio a different vibe, a bit bouncier than Hinton or Shea; grooves like the one he struck in the last section, with Lane rocking out on blues-scale riffs, are a rare occurrence in these Gauci sets. Lane acted as a double agent here, locking in closely with Nadien when plucking but with Gauci when bowing.
The lineup was also slightly irregular for the ensuing installment of Biggish, the roughly monthly medium-size ensemble series-within-a-series led by Yoni Kretzmer and Juan Pablo Carletti. Jeff Davis was filling in for Carletti on drums, and Kretzmer played alto sax instead of his usual tenor. This smaller-than-usual Biggish also included Kenny Warren on trumpet, Rick Parker on trombone, Andrew Hadro on baritone sax, and Peter Bitenc on bass. Kretzmer contributed some composed and arranged material, but there was plenty of room for high-level, tuned-in improv. For me, Biggish was the high point of the whole show. Kretzmer’s beautiful sound on alto was just as rich as Hadro’s regal baritone; at one point the two saxophonists engaged in an exquisitely interconnected episode of trading phrases. The arrangements included some very satisfying ensemble textures, including lush pseudo-Ellingtonian chords, tight baritone-bass unisons, and Ornette-ish themes from one or two horns with the others buzzing around in harmonious drones - worthy vehicles for improvised sections. The set closed with a quite unexpected version of Alanis Morissette’s ballad “Uninvited”. Festive yet somehow also meditative, this ending reminded me of the classic downtown avant-jazz-pop of Sex Mob or The Jazz Passengers.
The finale of this show featured a quartet of strikingly individual improvisers: Sana Nagano on violin, Matt Hollenberg on guitar, Jeong Lim Yang on bass, and Patrick Golden on drums. This was another high-intensity set, quite loud most of the time - but all the volume was worth it. These players’ varied vocabularies all coalesced in a highly textured sea of sound, with much of the texture provided by Nagano’s and Hollenberg’s distinctive repertoires of effects. There was a vastness about the whole set - even the quiet parts had a sea-deep layer. The concentrated energy of this last set made me visualize the whole show’s overarching form as not too dissimilar, fractally, from Gauci’s trio set - starting with nuance and melody and building through various ups and downs into a spectacularly rousing conclusion.
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