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Based in New York City, the creators of the event, Festival Productions, Inc., have plenty of experience in the programming and producing department. Headed by veteran impresario George Wein, best known for founding outdoor music extravaganzas with 1954's Newport Jazz Festival, the company puts on thriving JVC Jazz Festivals around the world. Some of its other credits include the 32-year-old New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Festival (Jazz Fest to buffs); the Playboy Jazz Festival at the Hollywood Bowl; and even Ben & Jerry's Folk Festival-Newport (folk!). Upcoming is the JVC Jazz Festival New York, set for two weeks in mid-June. All across the city, 27 venues will host more than 60 events showcasing a variety of artists including Keith Jarrett, Steve Turre, the North Mississippi All-Stars, Blossom Dearie, La Sonora Poncena, Diana Krall, Cesaria Evora, the Afro-Cuban All Stars, Bebel Gilberto, and the Paquito D'Rivera Ensemble. "We always program the JVC Jazz Festival with a wide range of fans in mind, but we undoubtedly have something for everyone this year," claims bigwig Wein about the Big Apple edition on the Festival Productions Website. Too bad the same couldn't be said about Miami Beach's fest. Granted the New York version is 29 years old. The embryonic Miami event, while ambitious in terms of variety of venues, certainly can be said to have been less adventurous in artistic scope.
To wit: playing it safe with its beach acts. A five-hour Saturday concert yielded openers Paye and the Latin Jazz Crew performing original tunes to a rather sparse, lackadaisical crowd. More listeners plopped themselves on the sand to hear eclectic pianist Hilton Ruiz. Backed by drums, bass, and congas, he took the stage, exhibiting more than his share of flash. Pounding the keys of his grand piano vigorously and then playing gently on classics such as Cuban percussionist's Mongo Santamaria's spirited "Afro Blue," Ruiz even jumped off his bench at one point and began to clap his hands, attempting to rouse the audience, to no avail. (Perhaps the lone exception: the seated shirtless nipple-ringed older man who insisted on voguing.) Had they heard it all before, rendered nearly as well?
Of course they had heard it -- often. And someone they'd probably heard just as many times was the headliner: Gato Barbieri. Early in his career the Argentina-born tenor saxophonist played alongside fellow countryman Lalo Schifrin in his orchestra in the Fifties. Oddly enough the 66-year-old Barbieri garnered much attention internationally following his performance at the 1972 Montreux Jazz Festival, accompanied by major figures such as percussionist Nana Vasconcelos and pianist Lonnie Liston Smith. Sporting his signature black fedora and flowing white scarf, Barbieri began his set with dissonant skronking, disturbing wailing, and occasional chanting, which he attributed to the seemingly endless smooth jazz song "Bolivia." Underlying the ill-advised initial choice was the insistent bass guitar, subtle drums, plinking piano, and the striking sound of the skinny Brazilian stringed instrument called the berimbau. Picking up the pace in the next tune, Barbieri, between skillful blows of his horn, had more tributes for the ladies, yelping: "Heeeeeey, Susy!" and letting out a bloodcurdling shriek. "Michelle," a tune in honor of his late first wife, earned hearty applause from the audience. Afterward the musician, who had been addressing the crowd exclusively in Spanish, broke into English and claimed: "I have many albums, and I can play everything, so I try to." As long as he ceased the hair-raising wails, it really wouldn't have mattered what he played. His edge may have been somewhat dulled by age. His musical chops, albeit a bit slower, nevertheless were intact. After some overly long improvs, Barbieri at last broke into what the crowd wanted to hear: Carlos Santana's "Europa." Brought down slightly in tempo, the sax-heavy standard, Barbieri's most recognized interpretation, was punctuated by a final "heeeeey" in the first few bars.