Friday I found out that Brice Winston (one of my top five tenor players) was playing a restaurant gig out on the west side of town. It was thus that I re-prioritized my entire weekend. Thank goodness I am single. (I did fudge a little after my a friend gave me 4 club level seats at Saturday's Astros game.)

Anyway, back to Brice. Friday night featured Brice, my friend Clyde Adams (who in my mind has recently made himself to be the best drummer in Houston) and New Orleanian transplants Matt Lemler (piano) and Kimberley Longstreth (vcl). The arrangements and set were mostly Matt's. He has some of the hippest arrangements for standards. I am going to have to make the 20 mile drive more often so that I can study his chord substitutions. Kimberley is well trained, but I realized later on that this mix was making her sound a little bright (winey). Brice was the perfect combination of lyricism, risk and facility. He reminds me of a kind of cross between Branford Marsalis and (60s) Joe Henderson. He and Bran had a few of the same teachers. You just can't detail this level of artistry from a record. Brice played chorus after chorus and painted new idea after new idea. This guy is a titan! It looked like a tenor saxophone, but was really a weapon of mass destruction! Why half of Houston wasn't in there studying this guys stuff is beyond me. ...which gets me to my rant.

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Here's a tip: If great musicians are playing a gig (any gig), SHUT THE HELL UP! I didn't know the loud party from Adam, but it clearly annoyed the musicians. The fact is, I was sitting maybe 10 ft from Brice and there were times I couldn't hear him! Ironically, I have noticed that Christians are particularly bad about this (that is why I don't often ask them to go to jazz clubs with me). I have Christian friends who literally brag about how their band affords people the ability to sit 5 feet away and carry on a conversation. (In their defense, I realize they're being critical of those awful, dynamically inarticulate, garage cover bands.) But, the thing is, that is not music! That is just background noise (ambient). There are a million places in Houston that you could chose to have a conversation besides 25 ft away from Brice Winston. Get a clue, what Brice has to say is way more important that what you have to say. It's called art. This hidden, mysterious thing. It is not merely some blob of relative, subjectivity. God reveals himself through living creation.
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Just so you don't think I'm all talk... here's a live recording of Brice (and Nick Payton).