-- By Tom Phillips
We didn't plan it to coincide with Martin Luther King Day, but somehow it all worked out. Last night my wife Debra took me out for my birthday, to the local jazz and supper club, Smoke, at 106th and Broadway. The music was the Billy Harper Quintet, a group I'd never heard. But I saw Harper's picture -- slim, gray-haired, serene -- with his tenor sax, and I just had a feeling.
Sure enough, the music was right up my alley -- wild, Coltrane-like solos spilling out over a calm, steady dance rhythm kept by the bass, with the drums and piano darting into the cracks in the chord structure and the beat. And the faces of the band were nearly as expressive as the music.
Billy Harper |
Sure enough, the music was right up my alley -- wild, Coltrane-like solos spilling out over a calm, steady dance rhythm kept by the bass, with the drums and piano darting into the cracks in the chord structure and the beat. And the faces of the band were nearly as expressive as the music.