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Track 1: Honeysuckle Rose:
Rebecca Sullivan’s amazing vocal range and rhythmic styling shines through in this band tour de force. A;er an ensemble lead-‐in, Bob Winter evokes Fats Waller’s original instrumental version, and Rebecca joins him, solo, for a romanCc turn. Jimmy Mazzy joins in on banjo with a subtle background reminiscent of Freddie Green in the Basie Band, but with delicious single-‐string counterpoint. As Ted Casher enters, the swing intensifies, and shortly, as Bo Winiker and Herb Gardner join the party, there’s a sense of everyone’s breathing together, exchanging liNle ideas and deep emoCons, and a growing, expanding vision of the possibiliCes
inherent in the song. As you’ll note all through the recording, when Rebecca focuses in on Herb’s trombone, she gets deep into the contralto range, where with Bo, she extends some 3 octaves up. But it’s not worked; it’s seamless, effortless, all in the service of sublime improvised jazz!
Track 2: St. James Infirmary:
If there was ever any doubt about Jimmy Mazzy’s depth as a blues singer, this song, from its searching beginning to its devastaCngly hearTelt ending, will lay it to rest. The instrumental solos build powerfully, even ominously. Bob’s ceremonial chords, summoning a vision of an organ in a cathedral, seems to let out the stops to the breaking point when Eli joins him for a four-‐handed, climaCc crescendo. This sCrs the band to new heights of passion, with Bo wailing as he’s never wailed before. Jimmy takes it out in a reprise of the beginning, offering a spontaneous, spine-‐Cngling coda accompanied by a heavenly, spiritual band response, summoning “Joshua Fit the BaNle of Jericho.”
Track 3: Oh By Jingo
Bob Winter's delighTul treatment of Albert Von Tilzer's 1919 Tin Pan Alley hit displays his powerhouse le; hand. Could this be propelled one wonders, by the father of Harlem stride, James P. Johnson? Or are the many 4/4 le; hand backgrounds inspired by Errol Garner? With Bob, the scholar and Berklee professor, there are myriad influences, but he bears an integrated, keenly personal style, always driven by unfolding ideas, a secure beat, and fascinaCng voicings and harmonic subsCtuCons. Especially toward the end, Bob brings to bear a virtuosic two-‐fisted improvisaCon extending across the keyboard with colors and dazzling traversals. Did Johnson’s student, Art Tatum, overtake Bob’s consciousness? No, for sure, this is the disCncCve Bob Winter wit, wisdom, and deep comprehension of the enCre arc of jazz piano improvisaCon, summoned from an unparalleled paleNe of expressive tools.
Note Bob's understated sense of humor, too, with dramaCc shi;s in which hand carries the melody, an astounding sudden pause that ushers in the last stanza, an a sublimely silly next-‐to-‐last note that almost sounds like a mistake. UnCl
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a Cny pause and shaNering chord. One can’t but wonder whether Bob was recalling Lew Brown's lyrics to “Oh By Jingo,” which gave rise to more than a decade's worth of absurd, exoCc songs in nonexistent tongues and places.
Track 4: Perdido
Ted Casher’s eloquent solo tenor sax builds a rhythmic foundaCon for this splendid song wriNen by Juan Tizol, a trombonist in the Ellington band. Here, without rehearsal, Rebecca jumps in almost as an instrumental voice, extending chorus a;er chorus of melodic variaCons, counter-‐rhythms, and liNle conversions with clarinet, trumpet, and trombone. One can hear why Bob and the horn players, steeped in this music and, indeed, knowing the passing harmonies and final ensemble riffs like the backs of their hands, love her so much. Rebecca’s sense of style, and delight in this unfolding drama — totally unrehearsed and never-‐before performed with the band. She has reason to giggle at the end!
Track 5: Chinatown My Chinatown
Jimmy Mazzy sings it in solo, accompanied only by his banjo, as in St. James Infirmary. But is the mood ever different! The song begins quietly, even romanCcally, with sweet memories, and expands and expands to Jeff Guthery’s terrific drum solo, a tuba solo that rises and rises through whirling phrases to a sudden two-‐octave rip up to middle C, and Bob’s two rockeCng choruses, the second provoking an epidemic of off-‐beat hand-‐clapping. Chinatown is thus equally remembered for the raucous, tourisCc good-‐Cmes celebrated in the Turk Murphy Dixieland revival. But this is 4/4, not oom-‐pah, oom-‐pah, and not one but three 4-‐bar tags, on drums, banjo, and piano, carry it to a smashing end, with Bob’s eerie fourths, fi;hs and curious pineapple chord adding just the right touch of Orientalism.
Track 6: Body and Soul
No tenor sax player can meet this emoConal and arCsCc challenge without a respecTul contemplaCon of Coleman Hawkins and Lester Young’s iconic interpretaCons. Ted Casher offers just a few wisps of salute, Cny quotes, really, in this deeply affecCng and highly personal version. Listen for that disCnctly Casher, in-‐your-‐face, confident tenor sound, the sense of inspired exploraCon, of pulling from the instrument occasional growls, squeaks, and Klezmerisms that bespeak passion and -‐-‐ it must be said — love.
Track 7: I Can’t Give You Anything But Love
Here, Bob Winter offers an excursion across the history of jazz, while Rebecca Sullivan evokes the senCments of emoConal wealth in a landscape of conversaCons with the guys in the band, even laughing at one game improvisaConal effort. So delighTul are those exchanges that an aNempt is made by the tuba to imitate Jeff's drum licks in a parCcular chorus of trades. Neither does this work perfectly, except insofar as the message, and the legacy, of the “I Can’t Give You Anything But Love” is a struggle against underlying imperfecCon. This is also what jazz is about, and isn’t about. It’s honest expression of ideas and feelings, risk-‐taking, and ought never to be just a display of technical wizardry.
Track 8: Bei Mir Bist Du Schoen
Oy, does Ted Casher lay this one out, or what? In vintage Casher form, he begins the verse with a conundrum. What do you think? Is he saying “Of all the goils I’ve know, and I’ve known some,” or “Of all the goys I’ve known, and I’ve known some?” With Ted, it could be either, or possibly, both? Unlike the Andrews Sisters’, Ted's version of the swing classic is replete with memories of growing up in Skowhegan, Maine, speaking Yiddish. Not only does Ted sing with gusto and bravado, when he grabs his clarinet, he instantly produces another show: astounding, up-‐and-‐down spirals of Klezmer, which he speaks as if it, too were his first language.
Track 9: Just Squeeze Me (But Please Don’t Tease Me)
It was Rebecca’s menConing this song as one of her favorites that led to her invitaCon to sit in on a quartet gig with Bob, Jimmy, Ted, and Eli, performing as the Jazz Tuber Quartet at the Sherborn Inn. Subsequently, a steady gig was offered on the first Thursday of the month, and riding together with Bob and Eli, her song list grew even as Bo and Herb joined the band and we started this recording project. Here, Bob is once again, in a kind of didacCc form, as always with delicious
truth on his side. He speaks Ellington like Ted Casher speaks Klezmer. Rebecca’s own sincerity and appreciaCon of both the tradiCon and these (gulp, older) players is expressed with an imitable, ingenuous, youthful sweetness.
Track 10: Them There Eyes
Here, a more rapid and complex song of allure pushes the band to more exoCc improvisatory terrain. Hearing the banjo in Jimmy’s hands work through the shi;ing changes is a kind of revelaCon, where Rebecca’s growing intensity, through splendid, scalloping tags at the end. Somehow, Bud Powell found his way into Eli’s tuba, emerging in a curly bop-‐inspired improvisaCon over 3 octaves.
Track 11: Charlie on the MTA
Boston's raNletrap public transportaCon system has been put to test in the winter of this CD’s producCon, and our new MassachuseNs governor is called “Charlie.” He’s a Republican. Surely, some kind of dedicaCon is certainly in order, although it might contradict with Ted’s call to DemocraCc Boston voters: “Fight the fare increase, vote for Tommy Menino, and get Charlie off the MTA.” The band performed this song on May 1, 2014, as a musical keepsake for Rebecca who received her M.M. degree from New England Conservatory and moved to New York shortly a;erward. Now, hopefully, she’ll recall even more favorably our good Cmes at the Sherborn Inn.
Track 12: Tiger Rag
Randy Reinhart, the brilliant New York corneCst, drove from New York to Boston to fill in for Bo Winiker on January 14, 2014.
Leaning more, perhaps, to the legacy of Spike Jones than to the New Orleans ensembles who put this rag together, this version of one of the most frequently recorded jazz standards features instrumental virtuosity, boffo humor, and a keen sense of ensemble collaboraCon.
Note, for example, Ted's klezmer clarinet inflecCons and pop song quotaCons, the confusion, graciously resolved, between Bob and Jeff on whose solo it was, Jeff's brilliant, silent drum break in vivid contrast to the nonsense that went before, the split-‐second realizaCon by Ted, Randy, and Herb that Bob was going to conCnue a;er his solo break in the following chorus, and how Randy -‐-‐ all the while compleCng a virtuosic improvisaCon -‐-‐ signals in jazz sign-‐language that the band should modulate to B flat for the following, final chorus. (Two fingers down signify two flats, the key signature of B flat major. Such a last-‐minute key change adds surprise and intensity to the mix. It can be overdone.)
Of course, there's an abundance -‐-‐ overdoing, for sure! -‐-‐ of Cger evocaCons, although Herb's growling trombone suggests more a sweetly purring kiNen than Eli's rampaging beast. Over-‐the-‐top humor is a vital element in this beloved jazz tradiCon, and were we ever having a ball!