I saw Frisell with his cello, viola, violin backup at the Vanguard last week.
Like every time I’ve seen Frisell (this is at least the 4th) there were people who couldn’t wait to leave.
What was particularly amusing this time was that each song kinda flowed into one another, so the first opportunity to get up & go without being seen as incredibly rude wasn’t until around 45 minutes in. (Many did leave.)
I guess people buy tickets to shows without knowing what a guy sounds like. Because if you listen to and like Frisell, you would have liked this show (even if it was more “classical” than “jazz,” whatever those terms mean in this context.)
Anyway, at the end of the set I headed to the men’s room which, if you’ve been to the Vanguard, you know is kinda attached to the green room. You’ll be happy to know Frisell and company absolutely reeked of weed.
