Back to Crux: Since we didn’t get out of MacPhail until after 10, I thought we might be too late, but we arrived just in time for their set.
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Jazz concert review: George Cartwright and Crux
Back to Crux: Since we didn’t get out of MacPhail until after 10, I thought we might be too late, but we arrived just in time for their set.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
George Cartwright: From Ponderosa to PonyCat

"It's jazz, Paw!"
When: Friday, January 22, 2010 • Where: Studio Z • Who: George Cartwright, Andrew Broder, Davey Williams, Adam Linz, Alden Ikeda
A product of a Jerome Foundation Composers Commissioning Grant and several prodigious and unfettered imaginations, “Bonanza: The Musical” made its debut at Studio Z on Friday, January 22.
It’s “Bonanza” in a general characters-and-context sort of way, and a musical because it has music. No dancing, singing, costumes or sets, thank goodness.
“Bonanza: The Musical” is a radio play written by Davey Williams, an improvising musician/guitarist/writer/painter and longtime member of Curlew, the experimental/free jazz group founded by composer/saxophonist/bandleader George Cartwright in 1979.
Cartwright received a Jerome to write music to Williams’ play. He had two versions of the play to work with, one read by Williams into Cartwright’s answering machine (thin, gritty, sometimes indistinct) and another recorded in a studio, also by Williams. Cartwright took both recordings and synced them in his computer. Sometimes you hear the voices together, sometimes apart, like a phrase and an echo, or an echo followed by a phrase.
The play is absurd (in the big, philosophical, pointless-universe sense of the word). Here’s Cartwright’s description from the program:
So the Cartwright Boys are throwing the Marlboro Man and his Boy a going away party since no one smokes anymore, much. Arguments go on, food is cooked, songs are sung sort of, merriment, fisticuffs and reveling enlightenments are the course of the party.
Before the play began, Williams acknowledged Cartwright as “my bandleader for 20 years.” Then he said, “This is going to be a kicking ass night.”
The reading was accompanied by live and recorded music composed by Cartwright, performed by Williams, guitarist Andrew Broder, and bassist Adam Linz (via recording; Linz had to be elsewhere on both nights). The music included bits of score that the musicians could choose to play or not.

Rabbit (l), Andrew Broder
Behind the musicians, projected on a curved fabric screen, were flickering black-and-white films by Cartwright’s wife, artist Anne Elias. Flames and feet and fabric, landscapes, grass, shadowy figures. Also on the “stage” (simply the front of the room, not raised) was a small television set (not on a stand, just on the floor) with a sculpture of a rabbit on top.
That rabbit—upright ears, thin little body, and hyper-alert stance—was the essence of anxiety. It served as a constant reminder that things were not as cheery as they might seem, but more about (to quote Cartwright, from the program) “the stinking play of man on lesser man, murder on a large and small scale and general reaction to MEANness.”
For much of the time, the TV showed a single still image—train tracks in a field, maybe a house. At some point the still image was replaced by images going somewhere fast.
I listened to the reading, observed the musicians, watched the films, and noticed a plate of grapes (green and red) on a table that also held cheese, crackers, and wine. I thought about the grapes and made plans to score some during the break.
It was a happening (she writes, hoping that word is not considered stale or offensive these days). Everyone there, probably 25–30 people, seemed to enjoy it. I did. Parts of it made me laugh, like the discussion between Hoss and Hop Sing about which Star Trek was better, the original series or The Next Generation. Parts of it were puzzling or unintelligible. I probably focused too much on the words at the expense of the music, but I remember Williams working his whammy bar and Broder working his foot pedal. The music was like weather, changeable and unpredictable.

Alden Ikeda (l), George Cartwright
Following the break and the grapes: songs, tunes, and improvisations by GloryLand PonyCat, a group I’ve heard before and like a lot. Tonight it was Cartwright on saxophones, Broder on guitar, Alden Ikeda on drums, and Josh Granowski on upright bass.
Before the music started, Williams promised to do his best to destroy it, then said, “Don’t worry—it’s going to be a lovely gig.”
It was. Midway through the second tune, which started out small and slow, then grew to fill the room, Cartwright invited Williams up and all hell broke loose. Williams played his guitar with his hands, scraped it along the edge of a metal music stand, banged it on a bentwood chair (after which he tossed the chair). Broder and Williams each seemed to be doing his own thing but you knew that in a parallel universe they were mano-a-mano. Cartwright led the way with his big, muscular sax, Granowski planted the rhythmic pylons, Ikeda sprayed the room with buckshot, and Williams windmilled his right arm like Pete Townshend. It was glorious.

Davey Williams assaults a chair (l); Josh Granowski
If there had been a film, it might have been herds of rhinos charging, or scenes from the Transformers movie: Optimus Prime rising.
Photos by John Whiting
More about “Bonanza: The Musical”: Click on the sound file under “Text” to hear pieces of Cartwright’s conflation of Williams’ answering machine and studio recordings. Click on any word under “Film and Video” to see a clip by Anne Elias. Click on the sound files under “Music One” and “Music Two” to hear selections from the music. Under “Music Three,” click on any word to see a bit of Cartwright’s handwritten score.
Free Curlew music. Download 14 live performances from the early and late 1990s.
Friday, September 5, 2008
Wordless Music Series: Andrew Broder, Owen Weaver, Cepia

When: Friday, Sept. 5, 2008 • Where: Southern Theater • Who: Andrew Broder, guitar, pedals, four-track cassette recorder; Owen Weaver, marimba, multipercussion; Huntley Miller (Cepia), laptop, hardware
The Southern Theater is one of my favorite venues for music and dance. With its exposed brick walls, hints of past windows and doorways, an archway that could have come from some ancient building, and a black metal grid that floats overhead, housing wires and sprinklers and holding lights and speakers, it is simply a great space. The recent ousting of its 30+ year artistic director (who was placed on "indefinite leave") has caused a ruckus in the arts community but so far the shows are going on.

Born in NYC and still mostly based there (the Southern was the first venue outside of NYC to present an installment of the series), Wordless Music is (says its mission statement) "devoted to the idea that the sound worlds of classical and contemporary instrumental music—in genres such as indie rock and electronica—share more in common than conventional thinking might suggest." Series founder Ronen Givony is here to tell us more and introduce tonight's performers. "It seems deeply unnatural to separate and compartmentalize music into little boxes," he says, then explains that a Wordless Music event is "like an iPod set to shuffle, which makes no judgments or distinctions." I like that if I don't think too deeply about it. Someone makes a judgment about what to put on that iPod in the first place.

I've seen local wunderkind Andrew Broder before, at the Cedar with George Cartwright and Gloryland PonyCat. He's on first, alone with his guitar, some pedals, and a thicket of wires. He lays down a dense loop, then another on top of that, and another, like a rug merchant stacking Persian carpets. The sound echoes and bounces off the Southern's bare walls. The music grows in thickness, complexity and level, rising in pitch until it suddenly reminds me of the voice of the monolith in 2001: A Space Odyssey. I can't help it, it does, and I mean no offense. Then it's wind, then a train, then it shifts down and begins again. Trancey, but with an edge of anxiety. Now it's like floating in clouds that suddenly turn black and roiling. Now it's the buzzing of a million pissed-off bees. Huge crescendo, abrupt silence. I like it a lot.

Owen Weaver, who recorded Isolation with the Pan-Metropolitan Trio but wasn't present at the CD release (he had already relocated to Austin, Texas to go to school) plays three wonderful pieces: "Opening" by Philip Glass (which sounds very Bach-ish to me) on the marimba; "Rebonds b" by Iannis Xenakis on big drums, congas, snares, and blocks; and "In a Landscape" by John Cage, which I thought was a complete improvisation until I read the program. Dreamy marimba, with thundering percussion sandwiched in between. Very nice.

Cepia (Huntley Miller) closes the program (there's no intermission; one plays, walks off, and the next walks on; they don't play together). I'm psyched to see him after reading in the Strib that he studied with Anthony Cox. But I don't get his music. Not that I expect musicians to tap dance and twirl scarves, but watching someone sit at a laptop (even a Mac laptop) is not especially interesting. Even if you can see him, which you can't because the stage is so dark. Videos by Randy Kramer are projected on a screen at the back of the stage, but I don't find them especially compelling. The music seems like the same phrase repeated over and over. I doze off. HH tells me I'm not alone.

But I'm more than satisfied with two out of three, so thumbs up to Wordless Music and the Southern.
We drive home with the windows open and the radio tuned to KBEM and Kevin Barnes's "Bluesville" show. He plays a tune by Catfish Keith with lyrics that make me laugh:
Baby, I'm a fine artiste
And baby I deserve to be kissed.
Later I learn they're from a song by R. Crumb and the Cheap Suit Serenaders called "Fine Artiste Blues." Not wordless, but music. It's going on my iPod.
Photos were taken with permission, in case anyone is wondering. The one of the Southern's interior was borrowed from the Wordless Music site, and I'm guessing they got it from the Southern.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Exploring the outer limits of jazz: George Cartwright and GloryLand PonyCat

Originally published on MinnPost.com on Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Say the words "free jazz" and many people tune out. Play free jazz and they head for the exits during intermission, if they wait that long. When Cecil Taylor brought his trio to the Ted Mann in February 2000 as part of the Northrop Jazz Season, people packed the aisles as if someone had yelled "FIRE!"
Taylor was my first journey to the outer limits of jazz. He played the piano with his fists and elbows, and his bass player laid his instrument down on the stage and kicked it.
All jazz has an element of improvisation. Free jazz, a.k.a. avant-garde jazz, goes further. It can be all improvisation. You won't hear a melody you can hum along with or a beat you can tap your feet to. Much of the music may be invented on the spot and not composed ahead of time or even rehearsed. Each player may seem to be doing his or her own thing, resulting in a lot of noise with no clear structure or purpose.
So why go to hear free jazz? Because it's the musical equivalent of Disney's Space Mountain, the roller coaster you ride in the dark.
Rare performance
Revered free jazz saxophonist and McKnight Composer's Fellow George Cartwright brings his trio GloryLand PonyCat to the Cedar on Thursday, Nov. 29. Cartwright lives in the Twin Cities after several years in New York, where he played with Ornette Coleman and other cutting-edge musicians and held court at the Knitting Factory with his group Curlew, but we don't often get a chance to see him perform. GloryLand PonyCat sightings are even rarer. (Go here to listen to an audio clip.)
Other members of the trio are bassist Adam Linz and drummer Alden Ikeda. Linz's main band is Fat Kid Wednesdays (with J.T. Bates and Mike Lewis; Lewis is one-third of Happy Apple). Ikeda has performed with Don Cherry, Julius Hemphill, Billy Bang, and the Jesus and Mary Chain, among many others. The Cedar show will also feature Andrew Broder, former hip-hop DJ turned avant-rocker with the Twin Cities band Fog. Broder might play guitar, but there are no guarantees.
Because free jazz is maligned and misunderstood, I asked Linz and Cartwright to give MinnPost some hints on what to expect and how to approach the Cedar show.
Linz suggests you just be yourself. "A lot of people who attend [free jazz] shows come with baggage. Especially in Minnesota. They are worried about the show before they even walk through the door. If they could just come with a clear mind and an open heart I think they will be able to receive what we are giving them. It's a concert. It's OK if it doesn't change your life. That's what Pink Floyd shows are for!"
"It gives you an experience you can't get anywhere else," Cartwright says. There is a plan for the show, with "ideas about how to structure the general flow of the sets. Who, what, when, where. Melodies, rhythms, harmonies. The usual stuff. It will be mostly original compositions but we may do a cover or two. Not sure yet." What can people listen for? "All of it at once," Cartwright says, and "something they never imagined." He suggests "waiting in a still manner for the quiet moments" and "waiting in a still manner for the loud moments." And "notice when it's over."
Jazz aficionado and Jazz Police publisher Don Berryman will be there. "George is an amazing player," he says, "and GloryLand PonyCat is an exciting band." Don's listening tips: "Keep your ears open and don't resist it. This music will take you to strange and wonderful places if you let it."
What: George Cartwright's GloryLand PonyCat with Andrew Broder, Adam Linz and Alden Ikeda
Where: The Cedar, 416 Cedar Ave. S., Minneapolis
When: 7:30 p.m. Thursday, Nov. 29 [2007]
How much: $12 advance; $15 day of show
Upcoming picks
Pat Mallinger: In Chicago, the place to hear jazz every Saturday night is the Green Mill, where the group Sabertooth hosts an after-hours jazz party. Co-leader Pat Mallinger plays alto and tenor sax. Born and reared in St. Paul, he's home for Thanksgiving. He'll be joined on the Artists' Quarter stage in St. Paul by pianist Peter Schimke, bassist Tom Lewis, and drummer Kenny Horst. The Artists' Quarter, Friday, Nov. 23 and Saturday, Nov. 24, 9 p.m. ($12).
Pan-Metropolitan Trio CD Release Party: The Dakota Jazz Club & Restaurant, Saturday, Nov. 24, 11:30 p.m. ($5). (I wrote about this unusual group last week: "Who knew what a tuba could do?")
Roy Hargrove Quintet: Born in Waco, Texas, discovered by Wynton Marsalis while still in high school, Hargrove is one of the great young trumpet and flugelhorn players. He has recorded several CDs in a variety of genres (mainstream jazz, Latin jazz, M-base, bebop, hard bop, hip-hop/jazz) and won two Grammys. His current quintet includes Ronnie Matthews on piano, Justin Robinson on alto sax, D'Wayne Bruno on bass, and the wonderful Willie Jones III on drums. The Dakota Jazz Club & Restaurant, Monday, Nov. 26 and Tuesday, Nov. 27, 7 p.m. ($40) and 9:30 p.m. ($25).
Photo courtesy of George Cartwright.
