Sydney Opera House
I like jazz a lot, but wouldn’t call myself a jazzer or jazzhead. I have no idea who played bass on session 4, take 3 of Charlie Parker’s blah blah blah album, or that you can hear the sound of Elvin Jones clipping his toenails in 7/8 time while Coltrane takes off on his own on Giant Steps. But I do like a bit of jazz, or in Washington’s case, a lot of jazz.
Washington and crew came on stage at the ungodly hour of 9.30, half an hour late, and generally about the time I’m nodding off in front of the telly. Wife and offspring (and me if I’m honest) weren’t overly impressed with this tardiness, but we’re here now, so let’s strap ourselves in for an evening of hurdy gury existentialist spiralling jazz odyssey. And that’s pretty much what we got.
I saw him here last year, and the line-up and vibe were the same. Two drummers, trombone, keys, bass, sax and other assorted wind instruments, plus Patrice Quinn on vocals. A big big sound from a very talented band. if you base your gig value-for-money on the number of » Continue Reading.