JAZZ DRUMMER NATE WINN WRAPS UP A THREE-NIGHT RUN AT THE DIRTY DOG JAZZ CAFÉ WITH STANDARDS AND ORIGINAL COMPOSITIONS

Drummer Nate Winn

I first heard the jazz drummer Nate Winn years ago. He was a talented up-and-comer in vocalist Jesse Palter's band, including a young pianist Mike Jellick and bassist Ben Williams, who are certified stars today. Winn was the band's centerpiece, and his playing resembled that of drummer Art Taylor, a combination of grit and sophistication. Over the years, Winn has developed into a complete player with a work history, including runs with pianist Danilo Perez, bassist Robert Hurst, and saxophonist Joshua Redman. As a bandleader, Winn has an eye for thirsty, young talent, which he demonstrated Saturday evening during the closing of Winn's three-night residency at the Dirty Dog Jazz Café in Grosse Pointe. Winn employed two hungry lions, making quite a name for themselves on the Detroit jazz scene: the saxophonist Houston Patton and pianist Brendon Davis. Patton wolfed down the changes to Winn's original music like a hot lunch. The accomplished bass player Damon Warmack was the band's OG and one of Winn's longtime mentors. The set was a mix of standards and original tunes. The original numbers diverted the audience's attention from their entrees to the band's performance and kept them engaged until the set ended. The band opened with a modernized working of Thelonious Monk's "Evidence," followed by pianist Cameron Graves's "Adam and Eve."  The band's potential was immediately striking. If Winn figured out how to keep this band working, it could be as popular as longstanding bands such as the Branford Marsalis Quartet and Wingspan. Winn's band collective telepathy shone on Winn's originals "A Song of Peace" and "Reassurance." The biggest takeaway from the set was Winn's complete musicality. His soloing was not over the top, and he embodied a selflessness uncommon among bandleaders. Winn preferred to point the zoom lens at his bandmates, particularly when Davis, who, on a few solo excursions, behaved as if he were the leader. Winn has exceeded all the potential he showed years ago, building his chops in Palter's band. Witnessing him as a bandleader left me wanting to see how tight Winn's band will be in the coming years if he can keep the band together, swinging.

 

JAZZ PIANIST CYRUS CHESTNUT'S PERFECT PRESENTATION OF A CHARLIE BROWN CHRISTMAS WAS INTERRUPTED AT THE PARADISE JAZZ SERIES

Pianist Cyrus Chestnut

Cyrus Chestnut has a rough time completing a concert at the Paradise Jazz Series without incident. He's one of the leading jazz pianists of his generation and one of the few acts that consistently pack the PJS. Last year, he performed his annual Charlie Brown Christmas set. Midway through the stellar presentation, a mentally fucked up person called Chestnut a nigger. The incident made the local news. The class act that he is Chestnut continued swinging after the bigot scum was rushed out of Orchestra Hall. Friday evening, Chestnut returned to PJS for another serving of a Charlie Brown Christmas. Drummer Kelton Norris, bassist Herman Burney, and special guest vocalist Haley Driver were in the throes of a perfect game when some unexpected drama happened. It was a big night for the young vocalist, Driver, a native of St. Louis, who lived up to Chestnut's buildup. He told the packed concert hall Driver would sell out Ford Field and Madison Square Garden one day. Talk about being put on the spot. Driver didn't choke. She managed timeless holiday classics such as "Christmas is Coming," "Winter Wonderland," and "Christmas Song" like a vocalist with decades of stage experience. Driver even served a soul-tingling version of "When I Fall in Love." Chestnut was brilliant all night, particularly on reworking "My Little Drum." The drama occurred near the end of the concert. A woman sitting near the stage collapsed. The music stopped when someone yelled for a doctor as Chestnut built another outstanding solo. The focus went from the bandstand to the woman. Chestnut told everybody to stay calm and ended the concert shortly after. I felt terrible for the woman who attended the concert for an evening of Christmas swing but ended up on the floor receiving CPR. I also felt for Chestnut, who has always played his ass off in Detroit. Getting him to return to the jazz series after being hit last year with the ugliest word in the English language took convincing. I also couldn't help thinking about the rumor circulating at the Detroit Jazz Festival that bassist Stanley Clark is jinxed. His set gets canceled because of inclement weather whenever he's scheduled to headline the festival. I pray Chestnut will continue to play the series because he's so adorned here.