Old jazz greats liven up the TO Jazz Festival: Sonny Rollins, Dave Brubeck, and Charlie Haden
Wednesday, July 8th, 2009
Although the great jazz saxophonist Sonny Rollins (78), master pianist Dave Brubeck (88), and virtuoso double bassist Charlie Haden (71) may be senior citizens, they play as if they’re still young, and what a show they each put on in the last week during the Toronto Jazz Festival. Their sets may have been short, but every minute counted, and every minute was top notch.
Sonny Rollins, the epitome of cool, who made his name as a “saxophone colossus” on the album of the same name, opened the TO Jazz festival on Friday, June 26th, with his very tight band. He walked onto the stage with his ultra cool white jacket and sunglasses, ready to give the audience a run for its money. He opened his show with a whirlwind solo in “Sonny, Please” with so much energy, a little game of “name that tune” in his solo, and a whole lot of bop, that the concert probably could have ended after just the one song, and the audience still could have gone home happy.
But Sonny and his group entertained for seventy minutes, a short concert, but every minute was fine, finer than his last Toronto performance in 2007, which was longer and still great, but not quite this good. He may have run out of breath now and then, but that’s a minor qualm for a 78-year-old that can keep you smiling throughout the whole concert. And Sonny knows how to put on a show. As he takes his solo, ready to heat up the piece and the room, he comes downstage, centre stage, and starts playing away, dancing as close as he possibly can to the audience. Sure, he’s a showoff, but the totally loveable kind. At his last concert, I remember being annoyed that he let his band play too much – we were there for Sonny not for his band – but not so this time. He played his heart out with various hits like “In a Sentimental Mood”, “They Say It’s Wonderful”, “Nice Lady”, and “Strode Rode”. (more…)





I spent much of yesterday at Sid Smith trying (and I really want to emphasize that word, trying) to study for a mid-term. Unfortunately, the forces of nature were working against me not only because my mind seemed to wander off endlessly, but also because of all the commotion that was going on around me. Apparently, it’s election season at U of T. All day I was bombarded with pamphlets and strangers encouraging me to vote. Vote for Change! Demand Access! Rah, rah, rah! I couldn’t help but be swept up by all the excitement so off to the poll I went to cast my ever so valuable vote.










