Out of the Doghouse, Into the Flame
Seemed like Andrew Speight's opening solo on "My Shining Hour" was proceeding for at least an hour-and-a-half ---- that's his shine these days ---, so maybe it's okay for a blog post to span a couple of days, at least sometimes. For that "Hour", shared with a team of Niners fans, Vince Lateano kept the spring wound, Ben Stolorow tickled the time, and Eric Markowitz chimed sweetly on bass. Casting "Good Bait" into the Bay of Bop, Andrew transcended tipos and tempi, as a woman with tousled hair, on tv, lured a man bearing take-out into her comfy condo. Further setting the scene, Andrew and Vince traded eights and fourplay, Ben put some Monk on, and Eric taught the take-out guy something about melody. The fans found themselves able to share their applause between sports and music. Could Andrew celebrate "My One and Only Love" with everyone, infinitely? We hope so, and there seemed to be "Confirmation" in his scatting unabashedly, once again, on "I Got Rhythm", during which he quoted "I Dream of Jeanie", but I think the dream had another name.
The usual crowd, which hadn't been so usual for a while, was there dining, drinking, and digging the jazz on Monday night, so was happy to have been urged to join my fellow journalist Ken Bullock and his new friend Luka Severson, whom Ken had encountered at a gig at the Club Deluxe, featuring the fabulous young vocalist Kalil Wilson. At the 7 Mile, Dave and his Keepers were already ankle-deep into their last remaining hour by the time they returned from their tables for their post-prandial second set. "We're back," announced Dave, "whether you like it, or not." He dedicated the opening song to Laura Woodward, "the Designated Heckler", though Laura got engaged in conversation with the equally garrulous Ken, sitting next to her, while the Keepers proceeded languorously to Dave's original "Fifth & Vermouth", slowly enough, it seemed, to get to the corner of Geneva and back.
There followed an equally sensuous "Girl From Ipanema", about which its composer, Antonio Carlos Jobim, told me that he had just encountered the "Girl" again, the day before our intercontinental interview. "She has two beautiful daughters, with the green eyes and the golden skin, new garotas", he rhapsodized. "I'm getting older, they're getting younger. I can still appreciate it, but from an official distance, with new glasses and a new cane." As if to further explore the adventure of aging, Dave and his mates served up Eddie Harris's "That's Why I'm Overweight", at a pace that had no chance of aerobically working off the calories, though David's slithery solo felt like the massage Luka practices professionally.
The pace quickened some to secure Cedar Walton's "Firm Roots", but slacked off at the end of the night, on, "Why Did I Choose You?". I'm not sure why, it'd seem a little too slow and suave for me, unless maybe we were both single and in Manhattan, full of Manhattans, and you were luring me into your comfy condo on the Upper East Side. But hey, this is Bayshore, Baby!