The sheer variety of mood, the things tried and moved on from, the influences summoned from thin air were what stay in the mind. The first improvisation of the second half seemed to start in Debussy territory, become more modal and Messiaen-ish, then searching and fantasizing, to land in a final lyrical moment of sheer beauty. All you knew by the end of that particular journey was that you had travelled a long way from where you’d started.
That’s Sebastian Scotney writing about Keith Jarrett solo at the Royal Festival Hall last night on London Jazz News. Read the full review here.
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