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Today's entry is in reverse order, for no particular reason.
We ended our night with the cleverly titled encore piece from Josh Redman & his Elastic Band. Grinning, he mentioned that the song had a high end title and a low end title ("And there's nothing wrong with being low-end!", he said.) The high end title? "Sysiphus." The low end title? "Still pushin' that rock." The piece was fantastic, fluidly sliding from very syncopated to crazily slidy. (Here's where you learn that meriko has no real vocabulary to describe jazz music.) It started with Redman playing his sax with some kind of effects pedals solo, and ended with all three of the band members going nuts, and then calming down suddenly into another syncopated ending.
I also particularly liked a piece called 'Jazz Crimes', for no particular reason i can describe other than it kept me firmly rooted in the music, inside the music, from start to finish. Russell's favorite was a piece called "Let Him Go".
The Josh Redman Elastic Band is Josh Redman on sax, Brian Blade on drums, and Sam Yahel on organs and synths. This was the SF debut of the band, and they were hot. If you get a chance? Go see them. Tonight was also my first time (oddly enough) at Bimbo's. Nice venue.
We missed most of the performance (we caught the last 45 minutes or so) because we were busy helping Robert & friends celebrate his birthday at Laureen's place in San Carlos. A small barbecue (we brought a salad, and they were perfectly tolerant of me turning into the resident know-it-all about the grille), met some interesting folks, and most importantly - we were able to spend some time with Robert & his girl, Laureen.
Earlier in the day we took advantage of the gorgeous day to run about the Mission and Castro, acquiring sunscreen to protect the pale white flesh of yours truly, some acrylic glassware for outdoor fire-based dining, and a plethora of nice things for a birthday basket for Robert.
And before that, we had a glorious slow wake-up, pot of coffee, and lazy reading through the morning.
A glorious, elastic day, really.
Posted by meriko at May 11, 2002 11:24 PM