

By most accounts, Delmark impresario Bob Koester can be a curmudgeon of the crankiest kind. His impromptu tantrums at the Jazz Record Mart are the stuff of infamous legend (I’ve actually witnessed several myself), but his dedication to jazz is just as famous. What’s even more special about Koester is his abiding love for less popular styles within the music. His affections for traditional Dixieland and swing styles coexist alongside his open ears toward the avant-garde. As such there’s usually a traditional jazz ringer released in every four title-batch of new releases from the label, often by bands unknown out of their own regional enclaves.
Duane Thamm is just the sort of local hero Koester adores. Conceived as a tribute to Lionel Hampton, an influence not usually audible in Thamm’s playing, the live concert taped at the Harold Washington Library Center features coarse fidelity by audiophile standards. The vibrancy and freewheeling feel of the presentation circumvents any cosmetic concerns with the music. Eight standards commonly associated with the Hamp songbook zoom by in the equivalent of a vinyl album’s duration. Running time may be a bit terse in comparison to the typical Delmark title, but the brevity actually works in the band’s favor.
Thamm is pretty much all over his planks most of the time, wielding his mallets, sometimes two to a fist, like a Benihana chef twirling razor-sharp Ginsus. His colleagues seem equally enthused. Chuck Hedges’ clarinet darts and cavorts, spilling out legato streams that capitalize on his instrument’s flighty upper register. He often plays Goodman to Thamm’s Hamp. Bassist John Bany shears away at his strings with bow and fingers on the bass-friendly “The Man I Love” sustaining a steady momentum. Guitarist Frank Dawson and drummer Charlie Braugham complete the package. Braugham is perhaps the most ebullient of the bunch, stirring up a rhythmic lather on pieces like “Seven Come Eleven” before rinsing off with supportive accents to his partners’ constructions. He can play it mellow and easy too as his sparse brushwork on “Memories of You” decisively demonstrates. In line with the band’s velocious tendencies, Dawson’s plectrum is also a frequent blur, alternating bright strumming chords with stinging single notes. What comes through most in the interplay of the five is a consensus on conveying a swinging good time spirit.
The surprise standout cut of the set is “I Surrender Dear” where Thamm turns his attentions to a set of chimes. Stating the melody on the less tonally elastic instruments proves a challenge he rises courageously to match. During his ensuing solo the brittle sound of the chimes begins to grate and his switch back to the more familiar vibes for the finale is almost welcome. Even so, it’s an intriguing experiment just the same.
Ripe readings of “Autumn Leaves,” “Moonglow” and “Avalon,” while less adventurous, round out the program with a solid symmetry. If the disc’s notes are any indication, Thamm’s chances to record have mostly been the province of sideman gigs with the likes of Hedges and departed drummer Barrett Deems. This invigorating live concert will hopefully foment renewed interest in the man’s work and yield fresh additions to his discography.
~ Derek Taylor
Posted by derek on March 14, 2004 7:28 AMI'm writing this disc up for Jazziz, as part of a column breaking down six recent vibes-centric releases (including the new one from Stefon Harris and a compilation of unreleased Roy Ayers). You're right, it sounds almost as bad as that Coltrane-Monk disc from a few years ago. But it's pretty hard-swinging stuff. I can't imagine it finding any sizable audience, though - fogeys don't seek out new albums, and even the most retro-minded youngsters wouldn't buy an album with this guy on the cover.
Posted by: Phil Freeman at March 25, 2004 9:45 AMI agree with you about the disc’s relative marketability. But Bob K really doesn’t seem to give a shit about that. He reminds me of Bob Rusch in this respect, far more concerned with putting the music out than concerning himself with whether or not it will sell (much to the chagrin of the label’s bean counters probably). The latest batch of Delmark reissues is proof again of this proclivity. The only one I see having a shot at selling remotely well is the George Lewis. Virtually no one’s heard of pianist Paul Lingle or tubaist Gene Mayl (outside of the small circle of Dixieland obsessives) and the biggest surprise of the batch for me is the Dink Johnson (review just posted). Great music & great fun, but I can’t see many folks plunking down $14.95 for it on face value alone.
What’d you think of that ‘chimes’ version of “I Surrender Dear”? Also, thoughts on the Ayers comp? Someone told me it pretty much sucked.
I liked the Ayers comp, but I approached it as a disco/R&B disc, not a jazz disc.
Posted by: Phil Freeman at March 25, 2004 6:31 PMThe Guitarist Frank Dawson.
Did he spend any time in Duluth, Minnesota in the early sixties?
I was Mr Thamm's Student in college. He is a very mild mannered man. Easy going teacher. May be not enough of a disciplinarian for an instructor.
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