Saxophonist Tia Fuller |
There were several annoyances at saxophonist Tia
Fuller's concert Friday evening at the Detroit Institute for the Arts. Fuller,
one of the leading saxophonists of her generation, was part of the Carr
Center's New Standards Jazz Crawl showcase, featuring some of the best female
jazz musicians on the planet at The Detroit Public Library, Museum of
Contemporary Art Detroit, the Detroit Institute of Arts, and the Carr Center.
Unfortunately, Fuller's set started a half-hour late. She apologized for the
delay, confessing the band was still getting dressed and eating at 7:30 pm when
the concert was scheduled to commence. There were also technical issues. The
opening songs her quartet performed, you could barely hear the pianist. I'm a
Tia Fuller admirer, and I've attended most of her performances in Detroit. It's
painful to write that Friday evening was the first time I'd witnessed her do
more talking than blowing. Her quartet—pianist Shamie Royston, bassist Mimi
Jones, and drummer Kobe Royston—performed cuts from Fuller's 2019
Grammy-nominated gem Diamond Cut. Interspersed between some brilliant
playing by the quartet, Fuller felt it was essential to explain the symbolic
meaning of the development of diamonds, which I found difficult to comprehend.
Then again, I'm a music blogger, not a gemologist. Annoyances aside, the
concert offered some praiseworthy moments. On the title cut from Fuller's
forthcoming album Intersections, she initiated a terrific exchange with
Kobe Royston. It began with them horsing around. Fuller did some rhythmic tricks
on the alto sax, and Royston countered with a deluge of rimshots. The exchange
became more heated and meaningful as they exposed the marrow of the song. Kobe
is still in college, but his drumming has a maturity that generally takes years
for an upstart to perfect. He never showboated when the zoom lens was cast on
him. Hands down, Shamie Royston, was the crowd favorite. She had the piano testifying
on The Coming and Delight and the most goose-bump inducing solos.
On up-tempo songs, how her hands sprinted and tumbled across the keys compares
to pianists Cyrus Chestnut's and Myra Melford's style. When Fuller wasn't going
on and on about the origins and intricacies of diamonds, her blowing was superb.
She gobbled the chord changes to Queen Intuition like Halloween candy. Near
the end of the set, Fuller surprised the audience by singing a Cole Porter song.
I say surprised because I'd wager few of Fuller's Detroit fans knew she was
interested in singing. Again, I'm a Tia Fuller admirer, so I loathe writing her
singing was subpar, and I dislike that she's added that to her game. Some
instrumentalists feel called to sing these days. Most have never taken vocal
lessons. I wonder if any professional jazz vocalists find this as I do
bothersome. Had Fuller adhered exclusively to the music and focused less on
explaining the development of diamonds, the concert could've been one of the
best the Carr Center has sponsored this year.
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