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Jan 16

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‘Sue me if I play it wrong…’**

Within a very short time last night, it was apparent that my pal Martin Colyer and I were probably the only people in a packed Ronnie Scott’s who were seeing the night’s featured attraction for the first time. The enthusiasm aroused by the Royal Scammers’ versions of the Steely Dan repertoire, from the opening “Night by Night” to the closing “Aja”, was so warm and immediate that it could only have come from committed fans.

Fans of the compositions of Donald Fagen and Walter Becker, of course, but also of the 14-piece band formed by the twin Stacey brothers, Paul on lead guitar and Jeremy on drums, with two clear intentions: to pay homage to the source and to have a lot of fun in the process. It was the way every member of the band seemed to buy into those ideas that made the whole thing fly, for the musicians and the audience alike.

Let’s name them all now, these people charged with summoning the spirits not only of Fagen and Becker but of their cadre of great session musicians: Andy Caine (vocals, rhythm guitar), Sumudu Jayatilaka (backing vocals, keyboard, tambourine), Louise Marshall, Bryan Chambers (backing vocals), Dominic Glover (trumpet), Trevor Mires (trombone), Andy Ross (tenor saxophone), Jim Hunt (tenor and baritone saxophones), Dave Arch, Gary Sanctuary (keyboards), Robin Mullarkey (bass guitar) and Pete Eckford (percussion). I was amused to see that they lined up across the stage at Ronnie’s in exactly the way the actual Steely Dan did/do, as seen on the cover of Northeast Corridor, their 2021 live album.

I’ve mentioned before that I’m allergic to tributes and recreations, but there are exceptions. And sometimes a literal recreation is the only way to go. I mean, are you going to come up with anything better than Wayne Shorter’s astonishing tenor improvisation on “Aja”? Jim Hunt played it note for note, and it was beautiful. Ditto Pete Christlieb’s tenor solo on “Deacon Blues”, replicated by Andy Ross. As much as the precision, it depends on the intention and the emotion with which it’s done.

Interestingly, when the “real” Steely Dan play “Aja” now, Walt Weiskopf, their excellent tenorist, is allowed free rein to make up his own solo in the space once occupied by Shorter. But I don’t think that’s what required from the Royal Scammers. The first improvised solo I ever learnt off by heart was by the cornetist Bobby Hackett on Glenn Miller’s 1941 Bluebird recording of “String of Pearls”; if I went to see a modern Miller tribute band today and the cornetist didn’t reproduce Hackett’s improvisation note for note, I’d feel cheated. On the other hand, when the American band known as Mostly Other People Do the Killing saw fit to record an exact replica of Kind of Blue a few years ago, as a post-modern gesture, it felt like an insult — to the original and its creators, to the listener, and to the spirit of the music itself.

The spirit of Steely Dan was certainly alive and flourishing at Ronnie Scott’s last night, in a setting of wonderful musicianship. Andy Caine, facing the challenge of assuming Fagen’s voice, took two or three songs to warm up but then sang brilliantly, giving full value to two of my favourite couplets: “I cried when I wrote this song / Sue me if I play it wrong”** (“Deacon Blues”) and “Chinese music always sets me free / Angular banjos sound good to me” (“Aja”).

There spirited renderings of early songs like “Reelin’ in the Years” and “Rikki Don’t Lose that Number”, less obvious ones like “Night by Night” and “Pretzel Logic”, and ones with sudden fiendish modulations like “Green Earrings”. Wherever the original ended in a studio fadeout, the Staceys devised an interesting and wholly fitting coda.

There were also four great songs from Gaucho: “Babylon Sisters”, the always strangely spinetingling “Hey Nineteen”, “Time Out of Mind” and the title track, which actually improved on the original by subtly dialling up the mariachi inflection in the horns. The three backing singers delivered the chorus bit of “Gaucho” with such thrilling intensity that I noticed Martin spontaneously applauding not just on the first iteration but the reprise: “Who is the gaucho, amigo? / Why is he standing in your spangled leather poncho / And your elevator shoes? / Bodacious cowboys such as your friend will never be welcome here / High in the Custerdome.”

It occurred to me that tributes and recreations work where the original template is mostly established, i.e. composed. Ellington’s music can continue to be performed successfully because, although he wrote for his soloists, the settings were fixed. It’s the same with Fagen and Becker. You can play around quite happily with their wonderfully inventive, literate, cryptic and infernally catchy songs (as Chris Ingham does with his quintet) but you can also decide that playing them as written is the best homage. Which is what the Royal Scammers do, quite brilliantly.

* The Royal Scammers play two shows tonight and tomorrow and one on Sunday at Ronnie Scott’s. All are sold out. The photograph was taken last night by Tatiana Gorilovsky.

** This is not the correct lyric (see Comments). But it’s how I heard it 48 years ago and it’s how I hear it still. Yes, I’m wrong, but — sorry, Walt & Don — I prefer my version.

Dec 9

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Loud and quiet moments

The car, I find, is a good place to listen to music. Mine is old enough to have a CD player, and I hear lots of new stuff in what is a very satisfactory sound box. But a funny thing happened when I put on the new King Crimson album, a two-CD “official bootleg” of their return to touring in the US between July and September this year. As I drove along, listening to the music, there were noises that made me think something had happened to the car: maybe a piston had blown, or the rear suspension had collapsed.

Wrong. It was the clattering set up by the three drummers who currently make up almost half of the current King Crimson, and whose synchronous but sometimes fairly abstruse playing occasionally gives the impression of a complex machine making its own decisions.

Robert Fripp has form with this sort of thing. Mike Giles, his band’s original drummer, could make 4/4 sound like a study of the calculus of infinitesimals. Later on, the short-lived combination of Jamie Muir and Bill Bruford created a provocative blend of the obsessively precise and the utterly random. Nowadays, when King Crimson take the stage, it is with the three drummers — Pat Mastelotto, Jeremy Stacey and Gavin Harrison — arrayed in front of the other four musicians.

The saxophonist/flautist Mel Collins, the guitarist Jakko Jakszyk, the bassist Tony Levin, and Fripp himself (seated, as always) take up their positions behind the battery of batterie. I don’t know why Fripp chose this configuration, but the music — recorded at two venues, the Anthem in Washington, DC and the Egg in Albany, NY — begins, after a short spoken introduction by the leader, with a thunderous percussion-only barrage that made me think of a 21st century Sandy Nelson, rendered in Warhol-style triplicate.

The rest of the two hours is devoted to King Crimson old and new, from “21st Century Schizoid Man”, “Epitaph” and “Islands” through “Larks’ Tongues in Aspic”, “Starless” “Red” and “Discipline” to a few examples of their more recent work, with which I am considerably less familiar. The respect shown to the greatest hits is absolute; the material is performed with technical excellence and fidelity to the originals but also a spirit that makes the clambering, juddering lines of something like “Level Five” — from 2003’s The Power to Believe — into more than mere exercises, while the rendering of “Starless” has a beguilingly eccentric grandeur that doesn’t seem to take itself too seriously. Jakszyk’s vocals recall those of Greg Lake and John Wetton, the washes of mellotron strings and flutes add an authentic period flavour, and Collins pops up occasionally to remind us what an exceptional and unjustly underappreciated player he has always been.

Arriving in the same package was something very different: a box of eight CDs called Music for Quiet Moments, a compilation of the solo pieces Fripp recorded between 2004 and 2009 in many different venues around Europe and America and released individually as downloads between May 2020 and April 2021. This music proceeds from the experiments that began in the autumn on 1972, when Brian Eno invited me to his flat in Maida Vale to hear something he’d been up to, using two Revox tape machines to record and loop Fripp’s guitar, creating a slow-moving, unusually textured, quietly mesmerising sound that could function as foreground or background. Released the following year under the title (No Pussyfooting) on Island’s low-price HELP label, it was the beginning not just of Frippertronics and Fripp’s more recent Soundscapes but of Eno’s work with ambient and generative music.

These new Soundscapes range in length from a handful of minutes to three-quarters of an hour. Some of the pieces share titles that include “Elegy”, “Pastorale”, “Seascape” and “Evensong”, indicating the moods Fripp is painting with his guitar and its associated effects, often producing sounds resembling slow-moving clusters of violas and cellos. Miraculously, at least to my ears, the risk of passivity is avoided. Some tracks, like “Strong Quiet I and II” from Brussels in 2009, feature an improvised solo guitar line over the drifting clouds of sound: recognisably Fripp, completely lacking in ego-play, always worth following where they lead.

Is this background and/or foreground and/or something in between? Music for listening, or to accompany other activities, or to create a sense of nothingness? From Atlanta in 2006 come pieces titled “Affirmation” and “Aspiration”, a reminder of the names John Coltrane gave to the individual movements of A Love Supreme. And in interviews (such as the one in the December issue of Uncut magazine) Fripp is unafraid to use terms such as “devotional”, “sacred” and “meditative” to describe what’s going on. He isn’t more specific. But the music there to be used, in whatever way you feel appropriate.

* King Crimson’s Music Is Our Friend / Live in Washington and Albany 2021 and Robert Fripp’s Music for Quiet Moments are released on the Panegyric label (www.dgmlive.com). The photograph of Fripp was taken by Tony Levin in Chicago this year.