Ross Hammond’s L.A. All-Stars Ride Again

Ross Hammond plays at Duende on Saturday, July 6, in trio with Phillip Greenlief and Oliver Lake.

Ross Hammond QuartetCathedrals (Prescott Recordings, 2013)

Source: Bandcamp. Click to go there.

It’s satisfying, the way Ross Hammond’s burning, blues-infused guitar co-mingles Vinny Golia’s saxophone. Maybe it’s just a natural combination of timbres, but when the two combine for unison lines on “Tricycle,” a track late on Cathedrals, it’s like two colors that become stronger next to each other, where the complements and contrasts hit the eye together. It gets even better when they swirl together in overlapping solos.

Cathedrals is Hammond’s second album with the L.A. all-star backing band of Golia (soprano and tenor sax, and flute), Steuart Liebig (bass) and Alex Cline (drums), and of course, that sax/guitar combination sound is the album’s foundation. It’s a blend worth savoring, and all four players go all-out to create their often furious free-jazz brew.

I’d mentioned a rock/psych lilt to the first album, Adored, and that’s certainly present here, maybe in something like a soul-jazz vein when it comes to the chugging guitar and free-flying flute on “Hopped Up on Adrenaline.” Hammond’s slow-sunburst guitar comes out firing as his solo takes over, and I love the way Golia’s flute fills in a few final spaces before letting the guitar fully take hold:

Sometimes, Cathedrals feels like an instrumental rock album that just happens to have free-jazz guys on it.  “This Goes With Your Leather” chugs and burns like something from the jukebox at a biker bar. Sure, it starts with unaccompanied sax improv, but Golia makes some damned convincing harmonica noises with the soprano, and that bluesy, blazing sound carries over when the band digs into a hard, fast beat. (Liebig’s band, The Mentones, used an actual harmonica to tread this territory; their albums are worth seeking out.)

“She Gets Her Wine from a Box” has a jazzy theme to it, appropriately whimsical (and excerpted below). It’s followed by jumpy solos first from Hammond, then from a caffeinated Golia.

The title track shows that you can have a free-jazz freak-out within the confines of a mellow tune. Carrying the vague feeling of a gospel song, it opens gradually, riding on warm contentment before twisting into a vicious soloing space for Cline. The others get fired up as well, but it seems as if at any given point, either Golia or Hammond is carrying on with the original, even-handed mood. They’re not exactly calm, just rooted.

It’s easy to see why Hammond wanted to revisit this band, this time with compositions written especially for them. The results are energetic and insightful, and yes, they rock. I’m hoping there’s enough headroom for another couple of albums out of this band.

When Oliver Lake Comes to Town

It’s been encouraging to see Oakland’s Duende restaurant keep up its support of creative music, and they’re kicking it up a notch with a four-night residency for saxophonist Oliver Lake, July 5 through 8.

Source: Sampsonia Way; click to go there.

It’s at least the second time Duende has done this in just a few months, after Nels Cline’s multiple-night, grand-opening performances. I don’t know how the economics work out, but it seems to be a good way to make a Bay Area stop worthwhile for an out-of-town artist. (Granted, Cline is from L.A., so a trip up here is relatively common for him.)

Duende has doggedly kept up support for avant-garde and creative music.  Marco Eneidi’s trio played on June 27. Jon Raskin and Larry Ochs of ROVA have shows coming up in July. Positive Knowledge, the long-standing sax/poetry group with a rich mystical/spiritual vibe, has a Saturday night gig on July 20.

Mixed in there are plenty of more conventional jazz acts, which do seem like a better fit for Duende’s crowd and atmosphere. I don’t know how long Duende can keep up its musical chops, but I hope to savor the experience whenever I can.

Oh, right, Oliver Lake
But back to the original point.  Lake is coming to California for two solo performance at the Healdsburg Center for the Arts on June 29, at 7:00 p.m. and 9:00 p.m.  He’s accompanying a visual art exhibit called “Flying Home: Inspired by Jazz,” which apparently includes some of his own artwork.

olake-sig-bigSamples of Oliver Lake’s paintings and mixed-media work are on his web site, and you know what — they’re quite good and have a strong personality: colorful, slightly whimsical.

Healdsburg is well north of the Bay Area, up Highway 101. After that show, he’ll stay at the same latitude to play in Sacramento. He’ll be doing the July 1 installment of Nebraska Mondays, the series at Luna’s Cafe, performing with Ross Hammond (guitar), Dax Compise, and Mike Palmer.

After that, it’s off to Oakland and Duende:
* Fri., July 5 — Duo w/ Myra Melford
* Sat., July 6 — Trio w/ Phillip Greenlief & Ross Hammond
* Sun., July 7 — Duo w/ Roscoe Mitchell (They’re charging $25 for this one, rather than $15.)
* Mon., July 8 — Trio w/ Scott Amendola & Todd Sickafoose

Marco Eneidi at Duende

I write about saxophonist Marco Eneidi frequently, maybe because I feel he’s underappreciated — and that, in turn, might be because of his relatively small recorded output.

But it’s also because he returns to the Bay Area from Vienna a little more than once a year, and it always feels like an event worth noting. His current visit includes only one show that I know of:  Thursday, June 27 at Duende (Oakland), as part of the trio Shattered:  Eneidi, Lisa Mezzacappa (bass), and Vijay Anderson (drums). It’s the same group that played last September.

Often compared to Jimmy Lyons for his speed and fluidity, Eneidi tends to improvise in long arcs, like a master monologuist. But where Evan Parker might do that with a fluttering, studious air, Eneidi gets more gutteral, spewing calculated musical ideas at high speed.

eneidi-cherryHere’s a segment from an album I’ve always favored: Cherry Box (Eremite, 2001).  It’s a trio with William Parker (bass) and Donald Robinson (drums), so Eneidi’s playing really stands out. In this segment, you’ll hear him use repeated phrases to build on an idea. After about a minute, he settles into focus on one idea, trailing a long convoluted thought like a Faulkner sentence — then he uses a suddenly mellow long tone to announce the shift into a new statement.

That’s Marco.

Grosse Abfahrt, 2013 Version

grosabf-shirtThe Facebook page for improv group Grosse Abfahrt is a hoot. It’s full of fun and frivolous stuff, lots of dirigible/zeppelin-related news (because…. yeah, I have no idea), and updates related to Tuesday’s upcoming concert: June 25, with guests Alfred 23 Harth and Torsten Muller (sax and bass, respectively) at the Center for New Music in San Francisco.

Taking advantage of YouTube, they’ve inserted some videos showing what those two guys can do.  Rather than re-embed those here, I’ll just add some audio at the bottom of the post.

grosI haven’t written about Grosse Abfahrt in a couple of years. The name translates to “great departure,” and one reader told me it can be interpreted as “great difficulty” (as in a double-black-diamond ski slope). It’s a core group of five musicians that adds guests, often two from outside North America in most cases, to produce one big improvising collective. (Harth lives in South Korea and Muller in Vancouver, and they’re both German-born.)

The aesthetic is one of “lower-case” sound spaces: lots of curled, crinkly sounds and a careful respect for silences. Usually. Being an improv group, they can go in any direction they want.

Here’s the lineup for Tuesday:

Side note: If you’re in L.A., Harth and Muller will be down there July 1, performing at the Blue Whale in a trio with drummer Ted Byrnes.

Now, regarding things-these-guys-can-do…

Source: LA Art Stream; click to go there… Here’s Muller in duet with Ronit Kirchman (violin) in Los Angeles. They also have a duo album out: An Idea to Farewell (Wild River, 2013). Click this link or the image to the right.

… Here’s Harth in an improv-jazz setting, a trio with Wilbur Morris (bass) and Kevin Norton (drums/vibes), taken from the album Waxwingweb@ebroadway (Clean Feed, 2001).  First, from the piece “Interstice,” a quieter burble that’s more in the Grosse Abfahrt style:

… And, just for fun, Harth in that same piece, going for big sound and an Ayler-like crescendo:

… Finally, here’s a sample of a then-unreleased 2009 Grosse Abfahrt session provided to KZSU by Tom Djll. I posted another snippet from that session previously, but this one’s better; it streteches for a few minutes to demonstrate the ebb and flow of the music. Guests include Frank Gratkowski on clarinet. Oh, and don’t turn the volume up too much; it does get louder.

Letters to Home

darrenjohnston-ybcaLast month, I made brief mention of Darren Johnston‘s upcoming “Letters to Home” concert. Well, it’s time.

On Saturday, June 22 at 1:00 p.m., Johnston’s band and a choir will take the outdoor stage to perform songs based on stories from immigrants. The official blurb goes like this:

“Letters to Home,” by composer Darren Johnston, with choreography by Erika Shuch, will be the inaugural piece for The Trans-Global People’s Chorus, a multi-generational choir that utilizes stomping, clapping and snapping along with vocal arrangements, and a stellar horn section. The songs feature a libretto composed by Johnston, using selected phrases from a collection of letters written by a broad cross-section of immigrants living in the Bay Area. The TGPC is composed of some of the top vocalists and performers around, such as up-and-coming Tiffany Austin, the Pacific Mambo Orchestra’s Alexa Morales, and jazz luminaires such as Howard Wiley and Jazz Mafia “don” Adam Theis, along with the incredible talents of the students of Oakland School for the Arts, High and Middle School, and Rooftop Middle, and Elementary School.

Judging from the songs Johnston performed at the Starry Plough recently, these songs will be a combination of jazz, world musics, and gypsy stylings, sometimes soulful and upbeat, sometimes outright heartbreaking. It seems to be a project close to Johnston’s heart, and it should make for quite a concert.


This is the kind of thing you can do with arts funding: Gather friends from a couple of continents, swing through a set of summer festivals on both U.S. coasts, and take the time to get the band into the studio.

That’s how Didier Petit is spending the last half of June. His East-West Collective, mixing European jazz/improv music with Asian traditional instruments (partial roster: Larry Ochs on sax, Miya Masaoka on koto), is coming to America for the Vision Festival in New York and the Vancouver Jazz Festival.

In between, the band was supposed to play at Yoshi’s yesterday (Tuesday, June 18).  That show was canceled; in its place, the quintet will play at San Francisco’s Center for New Music tonight (Weds., June 19) at 8:00 p.m.

It’s possibly the only chance to ever see the multinational band playing together, unless you’re in Vancouver. The band’s current tour is funded by the French American Jazz Exchange, a bit of fortune that doesn’t come along every day. And the members are busy enough that getting them together is like an alignment of the planets. They’ll document their existence by recording a CD while during their Bay Area stay.

You can sample East-West’s work via the video below.  DJ Larry Blood on radio KUSP included them in his recent playlists as well; here’s the June 11 show, which is still available for hearing on the KUSP site as of this writing.

The Read: June 8, 2013

All About Jazz recently ran interviews with two musicians with ties to the Bay Area. They’re the first two items in this set of arbitrary links.

Picture 11. Marco Eneidi, free-jazz saxophonist, talks about his life in Vienna, the hard economics of music, and the “devouring of grid” compositional method he learned from Cecil Taylor.

2. Sacramento guitarist Ross Hammond discusses his latest album, Cathedrals, the second he’s done with his all-star L.A. band.

laptops3. Following up on my story this week about Santa Clara’s laptop orchestra … This is a video, not a “read,” but a month ago, the AP did a story about Princeton’s laptop orchestra — which, as I understand it, is sort of the grandaddy of them all.

cecil-a-head4. A 2009 blog entry by James Hale got me interested in Cecil Taylor’s 1950s output. I’d heard some of this stuff without really listening. Hale, with the help of some research references, dissects the album Looking  Ahead! in a way that made me want to give it a good listen myself. It’s Cecil, all right, but with touches of swing that aren’t in the ’70s/’80s material I’ve always listened to. A nice eye-opener.

zorn605. Someone’s started a Zorn at 60 site that lists this year’s celebratory concerts, including a boatload in September and October in NYC.  (h/t: Avant Music News.)

Santa Clara’s Laptop Orchestra

SCLOrk, the Santa Clara Laptop Orchestra, performs Thursday, June 6 at 5:30 p.m. — for free! — at Santa Clara University’s Recital Hall in the Music & Dance building. It’s at the corner of Lafayette and Franklin, next to Mayer Theatre. More info here.

DSCN2852It’s a lazy May afternoon as Music 157 convenes in the Recital Hall of Santa Clara University’s Music Building. Ten sets of sitting pillows are carefully set up, lining the front lip of the stage, each station accompanied by a low table adorned with a Dell laptop. Behind each station, and just to the side, is one expensive-looking speaker. The pillows look comfortably meditative, but the taller students are having trouble contorting themselves into position.

This is the Santa Clara Laptop Orchestra, nine students who have been meeting weekly, two-and-a-half hours every Wednesday, to work on the concert they’ll perform on June 6, on this stage. It’s the brainchild of Bruno Ruviaro, an assistant professor who’s recently come to Santa Clara by way of Stanford’s Center for Computer Research in Music and Acoustics (CCRMA).

There were no warmup lectures about theory, method, or history — this is all about creating something as a group and getting one’s bearing with a new musical instrument. “Every class is a rehearsal,” Ruviaro tells me.

DSCN2841A traditional orchestra starts by tuning up; the laptop orchestra begins rehearsal with the players trying to get applications to boot and strugging to make sure they’re all using the correct sound files. It’s all very chilled-out; this isn’t a frenetic Apollo 13 situation room. “Is it ‘T_sample’ or just ‘TSample?'” “Try quitting SuperCollider.”

Ruviaro, wearing his trademark cap, pops in and out as students help one another set up. A few of them catch on, and small sounds burble up from the speakers: sonar blips, rainstick rustling. It’s very much like the doodling of an orchestra warming up.

By about 3:45, everything is in place, and the class discusses how they want to set up their first piece,one composed by three of the students. It involves five distinct sounds, each assigned to a pair of performers who will start playing two by two, starting with the outermost pair then working inwards. Each pair will then stop playing, then restart in reverse order, creating patterns of silence-then-noise that the audience will be able to follow.

DSCN2844The first rehearsal starts. Sounds bubble up, one after another, then drop out subtly. At one point, someone triggers the wrong sample — always a danger when it comes to laptop music. During the peaks, with all five sounds running, it’s a nice pastiche, and the halfway point, featuring only the two middle players and their tribal-sticks percussion, works well as a dividing point, a chance to assimilate the music so far.

“What do you guys think?” Bruno asks, once it’s done. “I like the sounds but would like a more formal shape to the piece,” one student says. Most agree that timing is an issue — a faster spacing between entrances or exits would help the audience hear the progression in the piece. There’s discussion about how to cue one another, so each pair can make its transition simultaneously. Oh, and a pro tip: Take your hands off the keyboard when you’ve stopped playing, as a cue to the others.

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The ensemble’s gear.

Classes like Music 157 aren’t classes in the traditional sense. The Laptop Orchestra is all about one performance — June 6 — preceded by 10 weekly rehearsals. Along the way, students learn about the laptop as an instrument and gain the experience of playing in a cooperative ensemble (something at least a few have done before; one student is in the Santa Clara jazz ensemble that will take over the stage after this rehearsal). They’ve learned about performing, about listening, and a little bit about programming and creating sounds in applications like SuperCollider and Pd-extended.

Ruviaro isn’t much older than the students. Originally from Brazil, he came to the United States determined to study electronic music, enlisting at Dartmouth and later moving out to Stanford, where he was part of CCRMA.  It’s his second quarter teaching at Santa Clara and his first time convening the Laptop Orchestra.

His role is more as an experienced colleague than a professor, guiding the process more than controlling it, and all the time encouraging them to experiment and to hear. “The sounds that are more sharp and pointed, you can play more with — think of when you want to play more and when maybe silence is better,” he tells them at one point.

Ruviaro, directing from the best seat in the house.

They run through the students’ piece a second time using a synced-up stopwatch on the laptops. The shape of the piece emerges more definitively, but the difficulty of knowing who’s playing or not becomes an issue: Three players drop out at once, instead of one by one as a wave. Each player’s sound field is dominated by the speakers nearby, so it’s hard to tell who else is playing (and, as will become clear during other pieces, it’s all to easy for someone to be making noise without realizing it.)

“Perhaps we don’t need to look at the stopwatch. It’s more the duos looking at each other,” Ruviaro says.  One of the writers also suggests that the first wave, the entrances, spread out more slowly, as more of a setup.  Changes in volume would add some welcome variety too, Ruviaro says.

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Different pieces in the concert highlight different ways of using sound, and they also expose the students to a range of interfaces and programming tools. While this first piece is about individual sounds, for example, “What Happened in Salt Lake City,” written by Ruviaro’s colleague Alex Christie, is more about the collective mass.

Alex Christie gets the ensembe set up for his piece.

“Salt Lake City” started as a conducted piece, but Christie has decided to trust it to the ensemble’s sense of timing. They’ll be cross-fading from one group of sounds to another, eventually moving out of the crinkly, chaotic noises and into the hum of oscillators, which will fade down to the sound of the students’ own humming. Christie gives the first movement a listen from the center of the theater — because, perhaps more so than with acoustic instruments, an electronic ensemble sounds different depending on where you’re sitting. “It sounds great, but people are going to hate it,” he says gleefully. “It is high-pitched sounds.”

Ruviaro’s own “Grain Master Scratch,” originally titled “Wheels,” uses a 3×3 grid of pre-programmed sounds, so that students will just click each square and then bend and twist the sounds by moving the cursor around. It’s filled with noises resembling Formula 1 cars revving up or careening around corners in slow motion, so when its turn comes up later in rehearsal, students have fun warming up to the sounds of their own virtual racetrack.  “Move to different corners and see what you get. Learn your instrument,” he encourages them.

Ruviaro himself is part of the ensemble, sitting second-from-left in the overall line.

The group has a say in every piece’s shape, and in the case of “Scratch,” they’re helping Ruviaro decide on an ending. One of his presets includes a smooth-jazzy loop that could be a candidate. The students start looking for it — the mouse has to be at the equator of the screen, about three-fourths of the way to the right — and as they find it one by one, an interesting effect forms from the out-of-phase loops. That could work, they agree.

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One big difference between computers and normal musical instruments is the level of control. You know when a violin will make noise, and what kind, and you can always make it stop. Laptops, less so. More than once, someone doesn’t fade out completely and doesn’t realize they’re the culprit.

Chilling out between pieces. It’s not the only time someone took advantage of the pillows to lie down for a second.

And always, there’s the struggle to listen. It takes concentration enough to hear what you’re playing; add to that the brain-cell cycles to absorb and process what else is going on, whether it presents the cohesive front you’d like, and what you can do about it. Multiple times throughout the afternoon, Ruviaro — who’s often pressing the ensemble to play louder; some sections are still coming across too timidly — reminds them they can also throttle down.  “Leave some empty space to listen the others,” he says.

Similarly, Christie tells the ensemble that class time is a good opportunity to practice listening and reacting. “If you feel you and your neighbor are creating an interesting polyrhythm, then go with it,” he says.

On the third run of the students’ piece, the careful two-by-two introduction of sounds really works. The final fadeout is still a bit choppy, but the last of the sounds, a pulsing heartbeat that began the piece from the stage’s edges, lingers nicely. Bruno says he’d like to hear more volume from the central duo, and he’d like them to rehearse getting the tribal sticks to establish a beat versus “fighting against the machine” — in other words, getting the unsynchronized computers to sound more like natural, acoustic instruments.  It’s also decided that the Morse code and sonar sounds should switch places. Everything is still in progress, and everything is up for discussion.

Metheny and Zorn

Pat MethenyTap: Book of Angels Vol. 20 (Nonesuch/Tzadik, 2013)

metheny-tapI’d read that I should expect Tap to sound like a Pat Metheny record, considering each track consists of Metheny overdubbed on Metheny, adding only Metheny’s drummer (Antonio Sanchez) to glue it all together. Well, OK then. What happens when Metheny fills your ears but mind of John Zorn is pushing  the buttons?

This is not another Song X or Zero Tolerance for Silence — that is, Metheny fans won’t cover their ears. You could mistake any one track for a Metheny original that happens to have some Middle Eastern influence to it.

But while the whole album carries his unmistakable sound, it seems to me Metheny also took seriously the mission behind the Book of Angels albums — that is, he’s trying to extrapolate the possibilities lying inside these Zorn compositions. That means covering them with his own fingerprints, yes, but he also cuts loose in ways that fit the Tzadik mold, and he uses a variety of guitars to create different sounds and personalities — it’s as if he brought a few different bands to the gig. The result is a really good album.

Metheny’s trademark cinematic soaring? It’s in there, in places. But a track like “Mastema,” the opener, also serves notice that Metheny is opening the creative box. It’s a pleasant, upbeat song, based on an ostinato that’s maybe spikier than Metheny’s usual melodies, and a driving beat by Sanchez that gets the blood flowing. With a bit of imagination, you could hear Zorn and Dave Douglas playing the short main theme in unison, flexing that Klezmer scale.

For most of the piece, Metheny solos over the main pattern — rocking out, basically, and it sounds great. He doesn’t use the usual synth-horn guitar; in fact, what Metheny adds is some hard-rock distortion on one of the soloing guitars for some unexpected punch. It’s later in the song that Metheny unleashes a staticky, scribbly guitar — like controlled feedback, played at an almost subtle volume, an edgy touch that tells you this album isn’t meant to be Masada Lite.

Similarly, “Sariel” opens in a traditional, folky vein and follows the arc of a typical Metheny song. Toward the end, though, it turns into an electric Metheny freakout over intensely strummed, zithery cords. The finale is a two-minute crash like an airliner coming apart in slow motion, with Metheny grinding away at electric guitar and Sanchez splashing a collision of drums into the foreground once in a while.

pat-tapA more normal Metheny shows up on the mellow, acoustic “Albim,” where he picks at a slow, gentle melody that’s allowed to unfold at its own pace. The song’s Klezmer roots twinkle in a comforting Spanish-guitar solo. The backing guitars are breezy, the drums a smooth rock bed.

“Tharsis” is jumpy, springy fun, probably in criss-crossing time signatures (it’s going to take another few listens for me to count it out). During a slower, airy stretch, we get full-force Metheny; here’s where the synth-horn guitar shows up, and the small metallic percussion to mark the beat (an effect he’s used for decades), and the sweeping cymbals in Sanchez’s drum work.

“Phanuel” is the slow, creeping one: dark shades and drifting metallic tones that eventually give way to the comfort of a slow, tender acoustic guitar. And Metheny apparently plays piano (or possibly MIDI-triggered piano via guitar) on “Hurmiz,” something I don’t think I’ve ever heard from him. That track is just the piano and Sanchez, blasting away gleefully, and it’s something you won’t find on Zero Tolerance, The Sign of Four, or any of Metheny’s other infamous albums. This track, or the closing of “Sariel,” are the places to start if you’re just out to annoy your Metheny-loving friends.

Barbès at Last

Monder setting up. Vexingly, I don’t seem to have taken any other pictures of the show.

For a couple of years, I’ve eyed the Barbès calendar jealously. Tucked into the toney Park Slope neighborhood of Brooklyn, the little bar hosts rock, world, and avant-jazz music, but I’ve never managed to have the proper night free in New York to go check out the jazz part.

That finally changed. On this recent trip, the one that included the Stone and Story Collider shows, I took an extra day for myself to explore Brooklyn, ending it with Barbès and Tony Malaby‘s Trio Paloma, a sax-guitar-drums subset of the quartet on his album, Paloma.

Barbès is quite a bit smaller than I’d expected, a cozy neighborhood bar with a dark back room that can’t hold more than a few dozen. The place filled up quickly, and I actually got squeezed over to a seat in the front corner, where I would get the full blast of Ben Monder’s guitar and Malaby’s sax (but no view of Nasheet Waits on drums).

Rather than draw from Paloma, they improvised — two half-hour pieces, intentionally stretched. Frequently, especially during the first piece, Monder and Malaby would settle on a resolution point, but then one would start up something new, nudging the group into the next phase.

Crowd shot, revealing the coziness of Barbès’ back room. The place must be a furnace in August.

Subtlety was checked at the door; these guys went for a big sound. Malaby led the first piece with slow and grand melodies, elephantine fireworks. Often, the music grew into a bright blur, like a song-ending fanfare stretched out. (I started thinking of Neil Young’s Arc, the collage of feedback and song-ending fanfares. I’ve never heard it, but the descriptions I’ve read matched the feeling I was getting here.)

The second piece started with bumpy melodies from the sax, a more quirky sound aided by a steady eighth-note babble from Monder. The sound was big but more defused, a more relaxed vibe. Toward the end, Waits started playing a light drum roll that felt like it lasted about five minutes, a constant hum that flickered over each of the drum heads without losing that hummingbird buzz. It was like a bass pedal tone underneath the guitar and sax, a damn impressive touch that stayed subtle and ran like an undercurrent through the music.

When Malaby’s set was over, the Mandingo Ambassadors stepped in for their regular Wednesday late-night set.

They’re an African pop/jazz band led by Mamady Kouyate, who grew up in Guinea learning a musical mix of Guinean tradition and electric jazz. His was one of three electric guitars filling the space with that happy, clickety sound I associate with African music. The rest of the band was rounded out by horns, percussion, drums, electric bass, and a vocalist. This didn’t seem like a jam session; they were clearly a band.

The Mandingo Ambassadors settle in.

The first few songs were like light grooves, mildly funky music that sort of lingered pleasantly. Closer to midnight, the bar really started filling up, with more of the crowd filtering back into the music room, and that’s when the bass got turned up and the horns put more of a punch into their unison themes. What I’d been hearing was a warm-up; the band smartly saved the top-shelf stuff for a crowd. Only a few people danced, with most of the audience content to loiter around the back wall just tapping feet and nodding heads, but the band had their full attention.

When I left, the bar was crowded, the music room was even more crowded, and Malaby’s trio was still hanging around. It was a good time.