Dazzled

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Dazzlejazz is a the kind of jazz joint I’ve always wanted to discover: an intimate space, good food and great music. We heard music by Claude Bolling, four pieces, a couple of folks we didn’t recognize and one composer, a Ukranian, new to us, named Nikolai Kapustin.

The listening room, where we ate, insists on turned-off cell phones and no conversation during the performances out of respect for the musicians. It appeals to me, but it does take away some of the joint nature of the place. But not much.

The first set featured a saxophone quartet. The manner of the composition echoed throughout most of the pieces. The music began in a classical vein, a slow exposition setting up a more complex rearrangement of the initial lines in movements to come. But. Rather than segue into a gavotte or an adagio or a largo the playing took off in a jazzy, sometimes discordant direction. It became plaintive and solos broke out into innovative twists. This was by a composer named Frederickson.

The next set was the Toot Suite by Bolling,  trumpet backed up by a jazz trio. The pianist, in particular, was very good as was the trumpeter. Again, a slow exposition, then, a sudden crash of the drums and the piece was off. The trumpeter reminded Kate of Bradford Marsalis. All the Bolling pieces were wonderful, suites for trumpet, flute, cello and violin.

There were two surprises. The Kapustin piece had a violin and piano, both played by

young women from local universities, both Russian and charismatic. His work is worth getting to know.

The second surprise was the finale, a flamenco played on the harp by a woman introduced as expert in special methods of playing the harp. She glissandoed and strummed, then, near the end, began whacking the harp’s base as the imitated the clacking of castanets. She finished with a flourish, left hand in the air. Ole!

The food was good. The company better and the music just right.

 

Felix

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A couple of weeks ago we stopped at the Simms SteakHouse after seeing the Red and Brown Water at Curious Theater. Found the Steakhouse unremarkable, but our waiter told a fascinating family tale. Obviously Mexican, Felix at first observed that he came from a family with 9 sisters so he always gave a woman options. Referring to something he thought Kate might want.

He went on from there to describe his extended family. He has 100 first cousins. When I asked him if they ever got together, he said yes at the patriarch and matriarch’s ranch in the panhandle of Texas near Amarillo. Grandma was the iron law of the clan. One of her rules was never take an argument to the table. “I can fix any argument with food,” Felix said, in explaining this. After the meal is over, the argument is usually forgotten or much reduced.”

Felix, his mother and his oldest sister are the triumvirate. His word. They handle a large family fund, created by donations from all the different family groupings. “We’re basically self-insured. If someone has an unexpected medical expense, repair, that sort of thing, and don’t have enough cash, we loan them the money and work out a payment plan.” This fund also covers the cost of family gatherings at the ranch.

Felix has a restaurant style kitchen in a large dining hall there and he does all the cooking. Before a gathering he announces a menu, the cost and the money flows before the event. At a family reunion, only parts of the family come at any one time, though every seven years they do have a whole family affair, a relative blocks out rooms at a local hotel. “Sometimes every guest at the hotel is a member of my family.”

They organize a shuttle between the hotel and the ranch. Others can stay at the RV park they have built on this 40 acre ranch.