So I’m sitting at a tiny table with Diane, enjoying a glass of excellent Cognac and taking in the ambiance. The place is packed – well over 100 people are cramped together in this little triangle shaped basement in the Village. The lights have just dimmed and the crowd is settling down.
I suddenly feel this subtle trembling and a low muffled noice comming through the floor. First I think I’m about to loose it … being present at this legendary club, where Monk, Coltrane, Evans, Davis – Jazz’s All-Time Greatest have performed and recorded the last 70 years. Then it hits me … it’s the Subway …. we’re in a basement … probably located right on top of one of New York Subway’s lines. How weird is that….
I hear someone uttering a very subtle “Excuse Me”. I move my chair closer to the table, to give way to the late entering patrons behind me. God, I wish people could be on time. The event was suposed to start at 11pm, it’s now 11:30. Oh well … I shouldn’t complain – it’s Saturday night and we don’t have any other plans … and outside on 7th Ave, it’s raining cats and dogs. Probably the worst down-pour we’ve had this spring. I turn around to make sure that people can pass behind me.
And there he stands – looking a little confused and shy, with a higly modified Telecaster-ish guitar slung over his shoulders. He’s peering over his wired framed glasses, trying to find a safe passage through the crowd up to the small stage located at the far end of the room. He looks like an English professor I had in High School. Or perhaps an accountant. It’s the Man. It’s Bill Frisell – one of todays most exciting and inovative guitarsist and composers. The Thelonious Monk of Guitarists. Another legend … but this one is not hanging on the wall, looking hip… this is no ghost… this is the real thing standing right behind me and he’s trying to get to work. Behind him, Ron Miles is waiting with his Monette Cornet – well-dressed as always – in a dark suit and a pair of horned rimmed glasses. He looks cool ! Oh my oh my… Behind Miles, I can make out drummer Kenny Wollesen’s “signatur hat”. I’m all excited – stupid I know – but I can’t help it. I’m a big fan. Frisell’s music has moved me in ways that’s impossible to describe. And tonight, I’m here at the Village Vanguard Club in New York’s Village, with my beautiful wife (also a big fan btw) to see Bill Frisell Quintet perform live. Life’s good!

Bill with a weird looking axe
I’m not going to even try to give ya’ll a complete review. I’m way too biased, so it wouldn’t make any sense. The set they played was a mix between Frisells own material and some standards (at least one Monk tune that I could recognize). I know these cats are world class musicians, but I was still floored by how tight and dynamic they sounded. Conlusion: An all together amazing night !
(ps: this article was supposed to be posted a month ago… but I forgot to hit the “publish” button … oh well .. better late than never)