Come September, Bill Evans will have been dead for 21 years. A considerable
time - yet in that span, no jazz pianist has come close to replacing him in the
popular imagination. Evans is still very much with us: his imprint permeating
the world's most popular jazz recording, Miles Davis's Kind of Blue; his
stylistic legacy seeping from the work of thriving piano masters Herbie Hancock,
Keith Jarrett and Fred Hersch as well as upstarts like Brad Mehldau.
Evans's best playing grips us with its expressive power and keen
intelligence. The harmonic imagination, melodic acuity and ultra-sensitive touch
cast an inimitable spell. No other jazz keyboardist can pierce the heart with as
few notes as Evans, while simultaneously making us ponder how he achieved the
effect without excess sentiment or overt emotionality.
It was that kind of singular playing that has created an insatiable desire
for more Evans. Fans last year welcomed an 8-disc set of his penultimate
live performances, and will no doubt embrace Tenderly: An Informal Session, a
fascinating, wholly unexpected recording on which Evans shares leadership with
Don Elliott.
Truly an informal session, Tenderly is drawn from musical get-togethers
that Evans had with multi-instrumentalist Elliott at the latter's home studio in
1956 and '57. With the host manning the vibraphone (he was also an accomplished
brass player) and Evans behind the slightly shopworn studio piano, the two throw
around some standards and off-the-cuff blues; Evans also takes a few solo
numbers, ranging from ballads to up-tempo bop excursions.
Evans in 1956 and '57 is not Evans in 1959 and '60, the years when all the
pieces in the puzzle came together for his playing. If the exquisite touch,
chordal ploys and pared-down architecture of his legendary work aren't quite all
there yet, much of it is. While Evans's maturity is generally signaled by his
joining Davis's unit in 1958, he is still very much his own man at Elliott's.
His shrewd accompanying frames the vibist's modest improvisations beautifully,
while Evans's own solos have a sense of purpose that exhibit how seriously he
took even informal musicmaking. Not surprisingly, given their shared interest in
harmonic exploration and subtle interplay, the two mesh together like the old
friends they were.
Yet it's Evans's solo performances that offer the richest rewards.
Everything Happens to Me, taken in free time, is extraordinary. The
unmistakable Evans sound abounds, but it's the palpable sense of exploration
that captivates you. Evans moves further and further from any discernible melody
and song form as he stakes out daring new harmonies, drawing us into his unique
musical universe. His unearthly brilliance probably embarrassed him; abruptly
curtailing his melodic reveries on the ballad, Evans quickly says, "Hey, let's
watch some TV." They don't make them like William John Evans anymore, and maybe
they never will again. |