Greg
Apr 5, 2003, 03:09 AM
About a zillion years ago Dizzy Gillespie appeared on a short-lived TV talk show hosted by Sammy Davis Jr. Gillespie emphatically stated that if anyone spoke so much as one word during a set at Buddy Rich’s NYC club, the bill would appear on the table immediately. In other words, if anyone dared speak at all during the music that person would immediately be asked to leave.
That struck me as autocratic, even though I was well aware of how often jazz is jeopardized by people who consider it to be background music for their conversation.
Last Friday, April 4th, I finally got around to checking out the Cellar. My first impressions are surprise that it’s such a small venue, and that talent like the Campbell Ryga Quintet draws such a small Friday night crowd. The Cellar’s management and Ryga’s musicians deserve enormous gratitude for presenting such great music. If I could go out on a limb I’d select pianist Chris Sigerson and trumpeter Kevin Elaschuk (who was playing his first gig with the band) for special mention. But with a quintet like that, special mention should really be universal. Fucking great stuff!
If this is any indication of Vancouver talent I’ll definitely be back for more, as often as funds allow.
But.
The Buddy Rich policy came to mind. Someone talked through much of the second set. (Maybe the first too -- I wasn’t there.) I turned around to see a very confident middle class matron who looked right back at me while she continued to yak away.
This isn’t the only place I’ve seen the problem. The Pacific Bluegrass and Heritage Society presents occasional concerts at WISE Hall in the East End. You might think that these events are for aficionados, and for the most part the audience really does appreciate the music. But every concert I’ve attended there included a few table-loads of loud women who were oblivious to anything but themselves.
The problem isn’t limited to music. The last movie I saw at Pacific Cinemateque, a members-only venue for film buffs, was ruined by incessant talking throughout the audience.
But there’s something funny about the talk-aholic matron at the Cellar. It turned out -- at least it appeared -- that she was a friend of some of the musicians.
With friends like these...
That struck me as autocratic, even though I was well aware of how often jazz is jeopardized by people who consider it to be background music for their conversation.
Last Friday, April 4th, I finally got around to checking out the Cellar. My first impressions are surprise that it’s such a small venue, and that talent like the Campbell Ryga Quintet draws such a small Friday night crowd. The Cellar’s management and Ryga’s musicians deserve enormous gratitude for presenting such great music. If I could go out on a limb I’d select pianist Chris Sigerson and trumpeter Kevin Elaschuk (who was playing his first gig with the band) for special mention. But with a quintet like that, special mention should really be universal. Fucking great stuff!
If this is any indication of Vancouver talent I’ll definitely be back for more, as often as funds allow.
But.
The Buddy Rich policy came to mind. Someone talked through much of the second set. (Maybe the first too -- I wasn’t there.) I turned around to see a very confident middle class matron who looked right back at me while she continued to yak away.
This isn’t the only place I’ve seen the problem. The Pacific Bluegrass and Heritage Society presents occasional concerts at WISE Hall in the East End. You might think that these events are for aficionados, and for the most part the audience really does appreciate the music. But every concert I’ve attended there included a few table-loads of loud women who were oblivious to anything but themselves.
The problem isn’t limited to music. The last movie I saw at Pacific Cinemateque, a members-only venue for film buffs, was ruined by incessant talking throughout the audience.
But there’s something funny about the talk-aholic matron at the Cellar. It turned out -- at least it appeared -- that she was a friend of some of the musicians.
With friends like these...