CECIL TAYLOR
New York Society for Ethical Culture, JVF Fest review
Has Cecil Taylor mellowed with age?
For all Mr. Taylor’s virtuosity as a pianist and originality as an improviser, his concerts have sometimes been so unrelentingly intense that they seemed as much assault as performance. His solo recital at the New York Society for Ethical Culture on Friday night, part of the JVC Jazz Festival, felt more like an embrace.
Mr. Taylor owes stylistic debts to Duke Ellington and Thelonious Monk, but his music has always been so defiantly sui generis that after more than half a century there are still those who question whether it can even be called jazz. Finding a way into it can be an effort for some listeners; easy handles — a sustained melody line, a steady beat — are rare.
It would be a stretch to characterize his Friday performance as accessible in any conventional sense. But for much of his hour at the piano the music was, to use a word not always associated with Mr. Taylor, pretty.
All the hallmarks of his style were there: ominously rumbling bass lines, breathtakingly rapid runs, percussive tone clusters. But there were also numerous passages of quiet delicacy, and more than a few deftly deployed silences. The violent torrents of notes that are a Taylor specialty were in short supply; more often the music simply flowed, elegantly and peacefully.
While it hardly sounded as if Mr. Taylor had lost his edge, it did sound as if he had found a way to emphasize the lyricism that has long been an important if underappreciated color in his palette, and to temper his intensity without damping his fire. Maybe this is just the way an enfant terrible sounds as he approaches 80.
Mr. Taylor’s fellow pianist George Cables, also playing unaccompanied, opened the evening. Mr. Cables is not as daring an improviser as Mr. Taylor; few if any jazz pianists are. But while staying solidly grounded in post-bop concepts of harmony and rhythm, he left a pleasingly personal mark on a selection of original compositions and familiar standards, notably an uncharacteristically high-energy “ ’Round Midnight.” PETER KEEPNEWS, NY Times June 23, 2008