Took my wife to hear Scott Hamilton tonight. The German trio bakcing him was very competent, nice swinging and tasteful drummer, good balance without much amplification. But we left after the first half - there was something missing. He plays all those phrases we all know from the masters, he quotes quite a lot, which I usually like, but the whole music he plays sounds like a quote all the time, as if he played all those licks to get an idea of what the life and feeling of those jazz greats was all about.
Among the tunes was Robbins' Nest, and back at home I played my wife Illinois Jacquet's 1959 version, and she immediately got the idea of what was missing.
I dunno - am I beeing too critical? And yes, he frowned at his reed during eveyr other tune, and consumed a whole box of 'em, it seems ...
Nice sidenote: I met an old aquaintance that I hadn't seen in years - back in 1980 our girlfriends lived two blocks apart, we had played a few sessions together. He's a saxist, spent about ten years in New York, his name is Chris Zimmer - any of the New Yorkers here every heard him?