Mark Turner
(Sax/guitar), Jon Matthews (guitar), Karl Florisson (Bass), Michael Perkins
(drums)
Jessie Gordon should
be crowned the Queen of Fringe. The jazz singer rips out great swathes of shows
(six this year alone) for the festival, some of which are reruns of old
favourites, some newly-minted the occasion.
The newcomers this
year are Live Electric Loops, with the chanteuse using loop technology to beef
up a solo show, and this one, Jesse Gordon is Ruining Your Night, a showcase of
songs from way back to the present day with stories to tell about her life and
career.
She’s enlisted her
regular quartet, Mark Turner (Sax/guitar), Jon Matthews (guitar), Karl
Florisson (Bass) and Michael Perkins (drums), brought along her loop pedal and
something particularly slinky to wear, and the result is decidedly easy to
take.
It all starts with
the voice, of course. Gordon has a limpid, tripping style which lets her make
the most of some tricksy phrasing in the opener, I Can’t Give You Anything but
Love and It’s a Sin to Tell a Lie; and she can scat, and she can belt.
Her band is
completely in sync with her and the material, and there’s enough solo heft from
Matthews’s guitar and Turner’s sax to keep our interest up through standards
like All the Way, Fascinatin’ Rhythm and Lullaby of Birdland.
But, in keeping with
her theme, Gordon often takes us out of jazz into different styles and
different musical eras. She terrified me when she said she was gong to do a
Leonard Cohen number, but we (or at least I) dodged a bullet when she jazzed up
his Dance Me to the End of Love, she dismissed the ban and pushed the loop
pedal to the metal for Sun Little’s Lay Down.
The highlight of the
evening, though, was her own Leave no Trace, a gorgeous harmony ballad (with
her guest, Lani Melrose and the band in great vocal form). I’d love to hear
more of her stuff.
There were a couple
of mis-steps. A story about an ogling punter and his deadshit “mates” after her
New Year’s Eve show at Ellington’s needed a bit of tightening to have the
impact it warranted, and the closer, “Padam, Padam” is too typical a Piaf to
warrant its spot in the set.
And then, in the
encore, Jessie Gordon ruined my night. I hadn’t dodged a bullet after all. I
have no idea why so many artists insists on doing Hallelujah, or why audiences
go all gooey every time they hear it (it is, after all, the hard-heartest, most
dispassionate of songs).
I just wish they’d stop it.
(Jessie Norman Will Ruin Your Evening won the Music and Musicals Award at the 2018 Fringe World)
(Jessie Norman Will Ruin Your Evening won the Music and Musicals Award at the 2018 Fringe World)
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