Keith Jarrett's Awesome Night at Carnegie
And so it went at his Standards Trio concert tonight at Carnegie Hall—which lasted more than two hours, including three faux-reluctant encores, and which, except for a tedious Latinization of an old Sinatra tune just before intermission, was, as usual, sublime.
His trio-mates are Gary Peacock on bass and Jack DeJohnette on drums, and Jarrett was in such uncharacteristically good spirit that he stepped to the mike and thanked them for “putting up with me” over their 24 years as a group. (He returned to form, right before the last encore, when he screamed at the “really stupid” people who snapped photographs, even though there were only a few and they did so between, not during, songs. Oh, well, it was an improvement over the trio’s last Carnegie date, three years ago, when Jarrett declared New York to be a city of illiterates because the Times’ review of his latest record—a rave, by the way—was only 200 words.)
Still, no jazz pianist alive coaxes such hard emotion from a simple melody or such suspense from a slight rubato. And few trios since Bill Evans’ interact with such teeming clairvoyance.