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Thursday, September 11, 2025

Jazzfestival Saalfelden 2025 (3/4)

2025-08-23 Saalfelden Day 3- Saturday

By Sarah Grosser  

Brennan / Terwijn / Lillinger
Kunsthaus Nexus

Patricia Brennan - vibraphone
Jort Terwijn - bass
Christian Lillinger - drums

Brennan, Terwijn, Lillinger. Photo by Julian Gruber

A somewhat unlikely union of musicians translates into a hell of a lot of notes. Part composed, part improvised, the only time the group has ever performed together was the soundcheck. Almost entirely acoustic, with no instrument mic'ed, except for the bass – what you hear is what you get. 

It's an exciting match up. Jort provides a perfect foundation for Christian and Patricia's wild experimentations. At one point, Christian cranes over his drumkit in soft meditation, metronomically dragging the brush back and forth in the lightest feathery way, allowing for Jort's bass taps to accompany just barely. Patricia's vibes fill the space with dreamy waves of sound. Before too long, this crescendos into a waterfall of ghost notes, spontaneity, and decision making. They just don't miss.

Towards the end, even from a distance, Jort’s bass could be seen building up a wet residue over the bridge. I asked my companion if perhaps it was hopefully just sweat. Shockingly, my worst fears were confirmed when his fingers grew increasingly redder and redder, and the stain on the bass grew gradually more saturated and obvious. Afterwards we met Jort in the lobby with two band-aids around his fingers. He claimed to have not even felt it, and that the reason he was cut was due to the bass he used being strung with metal strings. Later on I also spoke to Patricia who said that she had experienced similar accidents while playing, and confirmed that during these moments of intensity, “you don’t even notice.” All three musicians agreed that they had a great time.

Back at the city park, a selection of food trucks offered fresh take-away for all tastes. These two vegetarians opted for “Crazy Fries” that turned out to be not terribly dissimilar from normal fries, but perhaps the addition of tomato sauce gave them an Austrian hint of “loco.” A James Brown tribute band of mostly-white Swiss guys and a gal provided the free soundtrack and judging from the people dancing around and playing with their families, they put on a fun show.

BEZAU BEATZ Orchestra of Good Hope
Congress Saalfelden

Leo Genovese - piano
Luîs Vicente - trumpet
João Pedro Brandão - sax, bass pedal
Camila Nebbia - sax
Sofia Salvo - baritone sax
Lucien Dubuis - bass clarinet
Demian Cabaud, bass
Pedro Melo Alves - drums
Alfred Vogel - drums

BEZAU BEATZ Orchestra. Photo by Julian Gruber

“An ode to hope and an ode to life”. Alfred's nine piece band contains a non-conventional assortment of instruments- flute, electronics, two drummers, baritone and tenor sax, bass clarinet, piano, trumpet, and bass. One set of drums has a spiral hanging from it, the other is mounted with bongos. As we had learned on Monday at “Eyes to the Sun,” Alfred had been given a 50/50 chance of survival from his diagnosis of Leukemia. This project was one of the bands his wife encouraged him to form, regardless of his cancer. It’s gut wrenching to learn that had he not survived, Pedro would have been the sole drummer for the band, to take his place. One can’t imagine how difficult that conversation must have been. Miracles do happen, and now there are two drummers in this orchestra, both very much alive!

Most of the music is atonal, with a heavy vibe of randomness, but musicians dip in and out in different combinations. It's rarely all nine at once. One particularly entertaining duet included a showdown between Pedro and Alfred, a competition of who could produce the most obscure drum sound. At one point Alfred tossed one of his cymbals on the stage floor. Little bird calls are blown, and flute, sax, and trumpet begin to follow along. The players are always looking around at each other, surveying the playground. Naturally, the finale elevates to a grandiose free-for-all. All the musicians are freakin' out, and bouncing along in synergy. Out of nowhere, a swing emerges- the first obvious semblance of beat. This orchestra feels like a unit. Nobody is dominating over anybody else. Alfred seems genuinely excited to incorporate a drum he slings over his shoulder and plays from his armpit. He grins as he wears it. He has been frequently smiling throughout the entire performance, as have the other performers, which is fitting for an ode to hope and life.

Teis Semey "EN MASSE!"
Congress Saalfelden

Teis Semey - guitar
José Soares - alto saxophone
Jesse Schilderink - tenor saxophone
Jort Terwijn - double bass
Sun-Mi Hong - drums

Teis Semey EN MASSE. Photo by Julian Gruber
Teis's quintet comes out a la White Stripes in red and black outfits that match fittingly with Teis's guitar. Their toe-tappin' melodies have got heads a-boppin' along. It's refreshing also to see a female drummer- the first I've spotted at this festival- Sun-Mi Hong. She is speedy, fluid, and she really rocks, setting a confident pace for this bright energetic band. Sharp turns and sudden song changes are no challenge to this troupe, who don't miss a single beat, seamlessly transitioning from one song to the next. At this festival, not all solos are met with polite golf claps, the audience doesn't applaud unless they really believe it is well earned. During this performance, the sax solos earn heartfelt applauses.

I wonder how Jort's fingers are feeling having grated the crap out of them at the Lillinger / Brennan show? He seems to be holding up just fine, and also earns an applause for his solo. Teis's awkward stage banter has maintained, rehashing a couple lines for the main stage. More impressive is his consistently good noodlin' on the guitar. He is quick and accurate but he also has a kind of youthful spirit- maybe that's a dumb thing to say, but something about him comes across as being unpretentious and kind. I think you can tell a lot about a person by the way they play their instrument. Jesse Schilderink, tenor sax player, keeps standing in this power lunge stance. Perhaps this is the secret of his power.

After so many wild and intensely freaky shows, the slight change of pace to something more tuneful is welcome at this point to balance things out. And to be honest, it's probably the only logical warm-up band for أحمد [Ahmed] if any of us are to remain mentally stable enough for a fourth day at this mad festival.

أحمد [Ahmed]
Congress Saalfelden

Pat Thomas - piano
Seymour Wright - alto saxophone
Joel Grip - double bass
Antonin Gerbal - drums

 
أحمد [Ahmed].Photo by Julian Gruber 

At some point, Seymour's sax tone becomes the tether in the chaotic scramble of the أحمد [Ahmed] game. It's so uncompromising and unapologetic- both revered and despised by jazz critics around the world. Today they are performing “African Bossa Nova” and the hour-long endurance piece is streamed to the masses on Austrian internet radio Ö1.

In typical أحمد [Ahmed] style, the piece begins unassumingly enough, but gradually divulges into an emotionless anarchy. Pat mashes the keys at times, with little regard for which ones he lands on exactly. Joel and Antonin are a ballistic machine. It's really the most confrontational jazz music, and the most anarchaic - so noisy, and so restless. It's quite understandable that this set is not going to be everyone's cup of Darjeeling, but for those who cannot endure, their vacant seats are soon filled. 

Having seen the quartet in the setting of a clubby side-stage in Tennessee, this main stage experience provides a completely alternative perspective. For one, in the club you would not look out of place dancing along and getting lost in the hypnotic rhythms through movement. Here in the large hall, up on a raised stage أحمد [Ahmed] is forced into the spotlight, with no option other than to watch.There are at least three people off in the standing area who truly feel it, dancing like their lives depend on it. The African vibe is clearly working its visceral influence forging primal connections with the spiritual few that feel compelled to move. 

Polarising, brave, adventurous, and utterly unique. Why can't all live bands be this exciting? Seamless transitions communicated via telepathy. أحمد [Ahmed] are absolutely sensational. The show ends excitingly abruptly and a roar explodes from the audience, the loudest one so far at the festival. 

Tomoki Sanders
Congress Saalfelden

Tomoki Sanders. Photo by Julian Gruber 

Tomoki Sanders – tenor and soprano sax
Ian Finkelstein - keyboards
Mwanzi Harriott - guitar
Christian Napoleon - drums

After the massive experience of absorbing an أحمد [Ahmed] performance, one requires a moment of peace and reflection. Unfortunately, savouring this precious moment required sacrificing the beginning of the Sanders set.

Welcome to Austria:

-We don't dance along.
-We don't sing along.
-We don't do crowd participation.

Tomoki's attempt to induce a call and response of "the master plan I never had" falls flat. He gives it his all but the crowd is far too shy to come out of their shells. He keeps at it for a while but eventually just sings some impressive vocal runs instead.

Normally a sax player, for his encore Tomoki takes to the drumkit, showcasing another of his many talents. He’s pretty good, and obviously a born entertainer with showmanship in his blood. 

For the finale, the drummer returns, and Tomoki has one last hail mary- commanding everyone quite seriously to get their asses out of their seats. By some miracle, most people do, probably as a trade off from the fact that they refused to sing. Some are even really letting go. He takes it a step further and pushes for clapping. A final sing along ends surprisingly well. There's no denying Tomoki's persistence. I can’t help imagining how much fun it would be to see him performing to a more uninhibited crowd. Although I do feel a small sense of pride that he managed to make the Austrians come out of their shells. 


See Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4

Wednesday, September 10, 2025

Jazzfestival Saalfelden 2025 (2/4)

By Sarah Grosser  

Ten o'clock in the morning might not be the earliest possible time of day to schedule a jazz performance but for my jetlagged companion we never really stood a chance of making it. Sincerest of apologies to the wonderful trumpeter Laura Jurd, inviting Jon Irabagon for an improv session at the Einsiedelei. Nor were we ready in time for the Jazz Brunch with Mojo Incorporation – although I'm sure the diners at Mama Thresl were all thoroughly entertained by “the sex of funk” alongside their first meals of the day.

It was only after seeing drummer Pedro Melo Alves perform later on in the Bezau Beatz Orchestra of Good Hope, that we had learned what a fabulous performance we had missed by skipping his “HIIT” performance at Short Cuts - a regret that stayed with us after meeting him in the VIP area, and discovering what a wonderfully down-to-earth and friendly person he was.

Fortunately we did manage to catch plenty of performances throughout the second day. In fact, there wasn’t one performance we witnessed that didn’t totally blow our minds.

2025-08-22 Saalfelden Day 2- Friday

Kasho Chualan / Lukas König
Kunsthaus Nexus

Kasho Chualan - prepared piano, electronics
Lukas König - drums, amplified cymbal

Kasho Chualan and Lukas Koenig. Photo by Matthias Heschl 

The space is cluttered with all manner of percussion gadgets alongside a drumkit and prepared piano. Even the piano contains its own collection of effect pedals and mallets. What follows is a delicate exploration of austere drones and experimental sounds: soft, deep rumblings with occasional clicks and obscure textures, all accompanied by a slow beat of digital kick and snare that Lukas plays with a foot pedal. Kasho plucks the dark low register of the piano with dramatic, soulful effect. 

Gradually, the beat emerges and evolves into a second track.This one is a more spasmodic series of rapid fire one-shot style effects via physical production. Lukas drags his bow through a hole in the cymbal. Somehow an effect is added and we hear a squelching scratching as if someone is using a turntable.

Towards the end, Lukas takes to the drum kit and lets rip on a super loud, ballistic blast-beat, shocking the system and reshaping the entire performance. Kasho is in wonderful sync with her intense dark piano plucks as Lukas twists around to smash one of his six gongs. It's a fantastically diverse show and an exhilarating display of physicality and variation- focused, but with moments of randomness in a cohesive and well rounded set. 

Teis Semey "Raw Fish"
Otto Gruber Halle

Teis Semey - guitar
Amalie Dahl - alto saxophone
José Soares - alto saxophone
Adam O' Farrill - trumpet with electronics
Giovanni Iacovella - drums, electronics
Jim Black - drums

Teis Semey "Raw Fish". Photo by Michael Geißler

Teis and Giovanni's duo is expanded into a sextet. The thin stage fog and heavy blue lights create a scene through which it's fun to watch the double drummers. Sticks piercing through the clouds with Teis up front noodling along to the choppy breakbeat. It's not too long before the pace gets dirty, the digital bass gets grimey, and Teis is handbanging to his own thrilling solo. Both drummers are smiling and bashing along. The tootling, mad horn section lifts things up for a big band feel. The crowd goes ape. It's just the right kind of vibe for a Friday in a big-ass party shed. Thrashing away on a synth, Teis seems completely unphased when his other keyboard/synth falls off the unstable table. Rock on.

It’s time for round two of Teis’s classic stage announcements, this time it's the fantastically dry: "I love every single one of you, personally. You may have my babies.” This is met with complete silence from the audience. Personally, I thought it was hilarious. 

 

Skorupa 5 "Sonic Feast"
Congress Saalfelden

Leonhard Skorupa - reeds
Silke Eberhard - reeds
Kirke Karja - piano, keys 
Robert Landfermann - bass
Leif Berger - drums

 

Skorupa5 Sonic Feast. Photo by Matthias Heschl
 No less than twenty photographers huddle together to snap photos of the first act to open the Friday mainstage. The ensemble opens with a really delicate little piece with bowed bass, feather-light brushwork, and two windy bass clarinets. The pieces on the whole are unpretentious and understated, almost introverted. Robert plays an enthralling bass solo by tapping quickly and plucking and bowing. It's a borderline percussive affair and completely original, beautifully executed. Leif is melting all over his cymbals, limbs reaching far over like liquid. Gradually the piece speeds up and the formally static green and purple light show begins to animate and dance along. Watching Kirke juggling between Steinway and Rhodes is a delight- she is locked in. When things really fire up, the lowest notes of the bass can be felt through the floor as a super satisfying rumble. Totally electrified, fabulous jazz from an outstanding German, Austrian, and Estonian quintet that would stand out on any world stage. I got so excited I accidentally clapped loudly when I thought a piece was over, but it was just a transition into a ridiculously fast and brilliant piano solo from Kirke. Someone laughed at my overenthusiasm.

Weird of Mouth
Congress Saalfelden

Mette Rasmussen – saxophone, preparations, bells
Craig Taborn – piano, preparations
Ches Smith – drums, percussion

Weird of Mouth. Photo by Matthias Heschl
Ches, Mette, and Craig come out guns a-blazing! During the breakdown, we get to enjoy Craig's majestic piano solo. Ches adds some bowed cymbal and articulations but the stagehands who set up his overhead mic did not account for the drummer's great height standing up, and he has to crane his neck to avoid hitting it. But for a man who spends much of his time playing the drums with his eyes closed, situational awareness seems to be yet another skill he has mastered, and he evades the mic with each swoop. 

Mette's sax is crisp and confident and her solo is alluring. Craig is no less of a freak, ripping across the keys at breakneck speed, raw and intentionally.

Mette hops, jumps, and walks around, also standing on tip toes when she gets right into it- she makes that thing squeal like it actually enjoys it. When this band peaks, it just keeps peaking. Their endurance and power is staggering, and all three musicians are at the top of their game. But the range of moods extends further than just furious rampaging- there are moments of mystery, intrigue, tenderness, and even vulnerability. Just incredible.


Patricia Brennan "Breaking Stretch"
Congress Saalfelden

Jon Irabagon - alto & sopranino saxophone
Mark Shim - tenor saxophone
Adam O' Farrill - trumpet with electronics
Kim Cass - bass
Dan Weiss - drums
Keisel Jimenez - percussion
Patricia Brennan - vibraphone

Patricia Brennan. Photo by Matthias Heschl

Patricia is a firecracker in every sense of the word, from her compositions to her exciting, energetic playing. It's no wonder she is running out of awards to win. You can't emulate that kind of character behind the instrument- constantly adjusting the vibrato to create her own signature effects, and dancing along to her septet- an all-male cast of hugely talented musicians. (At this festival hugely talented musicians are a dime a dozen. They’re everywhere!)

The addition of Keisel Jimenez’s conga and bongos brings a distinct Latin American flavour to this already groovy set. Until now, my experience of this festival has been mostly very experimental and busy music. Breaking Stretch is some of the most melodious and, as far as jazz is concerned, anthemic riffs so far. It's hypnotic watching Patricia gliding up and down the vibraphone, her curly hair bouncing around as she goes. In a break she talks about the numbers that influenced her compositions - lots of "5s and 10s” After another display of virtuosity, she still has that massive, radiant grin on her face. “Woo!” she says, “That’s a workout!”

For the very last song she tells Saalfelden that they are invited to dance along. Musicians learn quickly at this festival that like the Germans, the Austrians do not tend to dance along, if they can help it. Regardless, the party vibe is warmly welcomed and Patricia and company are met with a rousing applause. 


Ingebrigt HÃ¥ker Flaten (Exit) Knarr
Congress Saalfelden

Ingebrigt HÃ¥ker Flaten - bass
Amalie Dahl - saxophone
Karl Hjalmar Nyberg - sax
Marta Warelis - piano
Jonathan F. Home - guitar
Olaf Olsen - drums

 

Ingebrigt Haker Flaten. Photo by Matthias Heschl
The final act of a seriously packed first official full day of the festival. A foreboding intro complete with rustling bells and thunderous bass slowly lifts into a dark, gnarly groove. Distorted guitar adds to the controlled chaos with hurricane-like, whirring winds. 

It’s all heading in the direction to be truly fabulous, but unfortunately this is the point at which I had to tap out and get some rest. The human brain can only be presented with so much greatness in one (or, in our case, two) days. So I must apologise to Ingebrigt for leaving early - I wished I could have endured longer, but by midnight I was beginning to overdose on high quality music played by seriously gifted and talented musicians, (and running short on sleep!)

See Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4

Tuesday, September 9, 2025

Jazzfestival Saalfelden 2025 (1/4)

By Sarah Grosser 

“The hills are alive with the sound of soundcheck” 

Once again for the 45th time, the "actually very medium-sized” Austrian town of Saalfelden is flooded with tourists and artists for its annual four-day jazz and avant-garde extravaganza. This year saw the arrival of 190 artists from twenty-six countries, and more than 28,500 concert visits from the thousands in attendance. This ain’t no boutique get-together – Saalfelden is "the big one."

For such a gigantic festival, it was a moment of pride to witness organisers Daniela Neumayer, Mario Steidl, and Wolfgang Hartl accepting the European Jazz Network (EJN) Award for Adventurous Programming. There was no question that many of the mainstage acts were indeed wonderfully niche, but more detail on those over the following reports.

Traditions returned such as the various Jazz Hikes through the mountains with musicians, giving performances at various spots along the routes. These started as early as 9am on Thursday, and repeated again on Saturday to sellout crowds. Meeting drummer Valentin Schuster in the hotel entrance, he personally encouraged everyone to activate “the only push notification you will ever need to turn on!” on their Saalfelden app. He was in charge of the numerous spontaneous Flash Mobs appearing at random locations around the town, where jazz musicians on the lineup played for the public in absurd and fun juxtapositions. 

I was delighted to see again this year that almost every concert was introduced by the returning host, Götz Bühler. Götz displays such a commitment to the correct pronunciation of the names of each individual musician, and with so many musicians attending the festival, this is no mean feat. Along with his good banter, he is just about as impressive as the artists he is presenting. 

Sir Waldo Weathers & Henry Carpaneto Trio. Photo by Michael Geißler
 Due to the huge amount of programming, it would have been impossible for one person to cover every aspect of the festival. Some sacrifices had to be made in order to see preferred shows, for example: legendarily wild, late-night jams were forgone in favour of waking up early for a relaxing, dawn rowboat show. But even for those who didn’t have a ticket to the mainstage or for the smaller Short Cuts stage down the road, there was plenty of free, family-oriented entertainment available around the town: the Stadtpark stage located in the city park was covered by a massive white canopy tent, allowing for public party-time whatever the weather. Even during the pouring rain on the very first day, the elated crowd could be heard from the streets, cheering for Sir Waldo Weathers & Henry Carpaneto Trio. We opted instead to try for some of the inside shows to kick off our very first day. 

2025-08-21 Saalfelden Day 1- Thursday

Teis Semey invites Kirke Karja
Buchbinderei Fuchs

Teis Semey - guitar
Kirke Karja - keys

Teis Semey Invites Kirke Karja. Photo by Michael Geißler
Much like every window in Saalfelden, the Fuchs Book Bindery overlooks a jaw droppingly picturesque view of treetops, steeples, and today, a white mist of raindrops. Most punters were smart enough to bring an umbrella, as the venue capacity of 100 people is quickly filled. Robert Landfermann runs down the stairs and is instantly soaked while he packs his car – sadly, due to maximum capacity, we missed his duet with drummer Lukas König, but fortunately we just manage to scrape in for the following show before the door person says, "Two more!" The joint is crammed with framed prints, old printing presses, rubber stamps, literal chests, endless drawers and cabinets, and loose leaf prints on every surface. An assortment of random chairs fills the remaining floor space, and the second concert begins.

Teis Semey is one of the festival’s artists in residence, so this is the first of a number of performances in which we will see him perform this weekend. The other two shows will be on a much larger stage, so this one is most intimate. Kirke's deep piano waltz provides a rich, intense platform for Teis's meandering, bright guitar. The pitter-pattering that evolves from this matches serendipitously with the grey outside. It's so gentle. She delicately and effortlessly glides softly, arpeggiating so fast, making way for Teis to emerge with an equally quick and heartfelt solo. Kirke sways as Teis plays, smiling. It's cozy and warm here. An impressively tight phrase in unison sees a couple viewers gasp in admiration, as both suddenly make an unexpected break.

Teis’s socially awkward, straightforward stage banter is adorable: "I've seen this place on Instagram. I'd never thought I'd play here. Maybe in ten years? And I couldn't do it alone - I would shit my pants."

There are enormously sensitive moments and memorable melodies. At one point Teis remarks that one piece was written for a choir, but is impressed to add that: "Kirke sounds like a choir."

Eyes to the Sun
Kunsthaus Nexus

Leo Genovese - piano, clarinet
Camila Nebbia - saxophone
Alfred Vogel - drums 

Eyes To The Sun. Photo by Michael Geißler
First things first - The lighting display in Short Cuts this year is certainly one for the books. A series of free-standing jazzy lamps: three stick figures with lampshades for heads, each wearing a neon sign around its neck, which itself is lit. Then further illuminated by a blue upward facing LED lamp. It's a trifecta of trifectæ and I for one am here for it.

The little theatre is packed with guests below and press/VIPs up top lining the balcony with other musicians. If you miss getting a spot on the railing it's difficult to get a view of the stage. I am stuck behind bean pole drummer Leif Berger. Fortunately the wonderfully busy and dynamic performance is loud and wild enough to ignite the imagination, (and Leif does eventually crouch down so I can see!) Occasional peeks allow for flashes of Leo springing vibrantly across the full spectrum of keys on his piano, a glimpse at Camila rocking the hell out of her sax, and Alfred deeply entranced, floating around the kit, with speed and grace. This crazy, atonal freak-out is dark and challenging in the best, most satisfying way. Leo's fast keys together with Camila's speedy trills are frenzied and fit neatly in amongst each other.

Crescendos are emphasized fittingly on Alfred's three cymbals; he also explores a number of different percussion articulations including bongos, rubber mallets, and small objects during the quieter moments. 

Alfred shares with us that in 2023 he had been diagnosed with acute Leukemia, and that during this time, the band which had only just recorded, decided to release their album no matter what. Track names like "Glint" and "Glow" remind us of the disorientation associated with staring at the sun.

It appears, as Alfred says, that the universe wants him to "come back." This is met with loud applause. Leo busts out a clarinet and it's full ball into round two. Duelling reeds, and a super speedy groove from Alfred, it's rapid and crisp drumming with flittering, stuttering sax and clarinet. There's no letting up with this group, and nobody seems to realize it’s 11:30 pm in the Austrian Alps, and not some dingy little basement in New York.

See Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4

Monday, September 8, 2025

Festival MÉTÉO Mulhouse 20 - 23 August

By Guido Montegrandi

What are our expectations when we go to a festival? The reason that makes me decide is probably that of listening and watching musicians that I love, but then there is the desire to discover new things, to learn something, to face questions that will probably have no answers, to listen to music I don’t usually listen to.

Another reason to go to festivals is visiting places, meeting people, hopefully having fun and Mulhouse looks like a nice city, the location of the festival, a former textile industry plant renamed as Motoco, is beautiful and the atmosphere is relaxed and friendly.

A tiny bit of history:

The festival, born in 1983 as Jazz a Mulhouse, was initially dedicated to traditional jazz but, under the direction of Paul Kanitzer (from 1987 to 2006), soon developed in to something more explorative focused on improvised and experimental music. In 2009, it was renamed Météo (French for weather) to take account of the wavering of musical movements that are just as unpredictable as the weather is. So now you can be exposed to all kind of music and genders as the name of the festival reminds you: - Mulhouse Music Festival Météo – musiques aventureuses –

And let’s talk about the weather, I live in Italy where we had a very hot and dry summer, I arrived in Mulhouse on the 20 of August and it was raining…

Day 1, August 20

At 7 pm, after an introductory speech, the festival begins in what is called Motoco Club, the hall of the venue where there also is a bar, the ticket office and various stalls selling CDs, records, books and various merchandising.

To be true, the festival had already began at 11:30 am at the Public Library with section called Bambin Bamboche in which artists that will exhibit in the evening section of the festival, perform short concerts (about 30 minutes) and discuss their music in front of a public of young listeners. These events are performed on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. Just to have an idea: https://www.facebook.com/reel/1452176199363505

Back at 7pm, the festival starts with the bagpipe of Erwan Keravec who plays a 20 minutes solo introducing us into a minimalistic atmosphere which would then be one of the main trends of this festival. Keravec is followed by a bagpipe duo that focused on a more traditional repertoire but always in the line of the search for an imaginary folklore. The fact that I am not able to tell you the names of the two players points out one of the few downsides of this festival: the choice to avoid producing any printed material to support the program, even if it is environmentally wise, nonetheless creates a few problems also because the information on the site isn’t always exhaustive or updated and sometimes is deleted leaving no possibility to recover the information. Anyway, the music is really charming and provides a good introduction for the evening concerts.

Outside it is raining, but not that much…

The evening concert is Kahil El Zabar Ethnic Heritage Ensemble with Kahil El Zabar drums, percussion and voice; Corey Wilkes trumpet; Kevin Nabors sax; Ishmael Ali cello. As you can expect it is a performance full of energy that engages the audience into a groovy atmosphere with some Ellington quote to mark the living heritage of this music. The concert ends with a vocal encore that Kahil dedicates to his mother.

Pause, then at 10:30 the second concert of the evening: Le Recueil des Miracles, a swiss ensemble with Louis Schild bass and shruti box, Antoine Lang voice and jaw harp, Anne Gilot flutes, Laurent Bruttin clarinet, Clara Levy violin, David Meier drums. A sudden change of atmosphere and the minimalist flavour of the early evening resurfaces, drums and clarinet and recorder develop (sometimes unison) motives on which the other musician build their intense melodies and patterns.

End of the first day, it is still raining.

Day 2 21 August

The first event is at 5:30 pm, the sky is cloudy but the rain has (almost) stopped. Motoco Club hosts a solo from Slovakian sax player Michaela Turcerova whose instrument is augmented with microphones and electronics to catch and amplify every sound and noise. In her hands the sax becomes a percussion that develops rhythmic patterns out of thin air and when played without mouthpiece, it sounds like a breath amplifier. Small percussion instruments, sand and stones add sound on sound.

- a digression to share some open questions - do extended techniques and electronics transform every instrument into a sound generator allowing to create a closer relation with the environment of the concert which is, as Cage suggested, a sound generator by definition or do they make every instrument just sound the same?

At 9 pm There Will Be No Miracles Here… well maybe there will be - Yolann Dahnier, Gweltaz Hervé, Erwan Keravec, Lionel Lepage, Enora Morice, Pierre Thébault, Quentin Viannais: bagpipes / Géraldine Foucault-Voglimacci, Hélène Labarriére, Erwan Lhermenier: basins. When on day one of the festival I heard Keravec playing the introductory solo gig, I must confess that I had no idea of his music, I just had a vague memory that he played in the Fire! Orchestra with Mats Gustafsson, now on day two I have done my homework and I am well aware that he is the man who has given the bagpipe a place in the contemporary music scene with a real interest in minimalism (one of his last project being a version for bagpipes of Terry Riley’s In C ). The setting is fascinating, in the white light of the Motoco post industrial hall seven bagpipe players in a semi-circle and in front of them three basin players and when the music starts, it is like being in a tank slowly filling with music, a drone irradiating and reflecting from the walls to the ears of the listeners and punctuated by the friction, the humming and the beats produced by the basins … a night to remember. Outside the first stars appear amid the clouds.

A pause, then at 10:30 pm Endless Breakfast with Gabby Fluke-Mogul, violin; Paula Sanchez, cello; Maria Portugal, drums. The trio offers an energetic mix of noise, extended techniques augmented with electronics, vocal melodies, quiet moments that let every single sound float and again a dive into the density of music. More than appropriate the quote from Ornette Coleman’s Lonely Woman.

In the midnight hour Selvhenter Maria Bertel, trombone; Sonja LaBianca, sax, Anja Jacobsen, drums; Jaleh Negari, drums. As you can imagine another energetic set with the trombone weaving bass lines, the sax creating a rhythmic structure for the two drummers to freely wedge in their lines. Sometimes a pause of filtered drumless sounds to build an intro to the circular beats that Jacobsen and Negari develop in a close dialogue. A nice way to stay awake in the night.

End of day two. More stars in the sky but no diamonds.

Day 3, 22 August

The sun is finally shining to bless the day early start at 12:30 pm with the Paula Sanchez solo at the Kunsthalle (the Contemporary Art Centre of National Interest of the City of Mulhouse). Her performance is preceded by the exhibition of the participants to the week-long workshop Souffler à l’Oreille organized by the Swiss musician Antoine Läng (Le Recueil des Miracles). The workshop and the exhibition are dedicated to the voice and the experimentation of materials articulated around breathing and related sounds, with bare voice and objects (megaphones, jaw harps, bird calls). And then Paula Sanchez's performance for cello, cellophane and electronics, all centered around gestures and postures and feedback inducing procedures caused by the friction of cellophane on the instrument, on the strings, on her body and on the bow and all the possible combinations of the above. You need to see it.

Late in the afternoon at 5:30 pm Kotekosk is a duo formed by Florian Borojevic and Louise Billaud, both on percussion and electronics. Their music is based on minimalist structures created on self-made metal percussion instruments, filtered and modified by vintage electronic instrument and gears, loops and cosmic sounds.

- Digression n 2 - electronic music, minimalism, ambient, free music, noise, industrial… As it has been recently observed on this blog, electronics is a common and constant feature in the work of many artist working in the niche of free/ experimental/ whatever music and as a consequence of the use of common technologies the boundaries among genders have become fuzzier and fuzzier (pun intended). But it is not only electronics, one of the most noticeably common element in this patchwork is, at least for me, the resurfacing of minimalistic structures and techniques which can be found in various and different context and that will probably add new layers of sense to the aesthetic of a movement which seemed, for quite a long time, frozen on its principles.

The evening concert at 9 pm was Irene Bianco, percussion and electronics. With a very neat setting Irene Bianco offered to the public an accurate mix of bass drum, electronics, gestures, tuned percussion and toys, generating a fragmented sonic and visual territory, the perfect soundtrack for an augmented reality experience.

A pause and at 10:30 pm DRANK a duo formed by Ingrid Schmoliner, prepared piano and Alex Kranabetter trumpet and electronics. With absolute precision Ingrid Schmoliner produces percussive minimalistic droning structures that hold up the sounds, the noises, the rustlings produced by Kranabetter’s trumpet. The result is a lush music that fills every available space.

Midnight is the hour of the shadow play and Pierre Bastien (cornet, objects, various inventions) and Louis Laurain (cornet, percussion, birdcalls) love playing - CNT is the name of their project and ambiguously stands for bunch of different things: abbreviation for Valve C(or)N(e)T ; acronym for « Confederación Nacional del Trabajo », a Spanish libertarian union based on the recognition of the human group; a group of two humans who play the valve cornet, a musical instrument commonly, and hardly ever, referred to as a trumpet.

The stage is framed by a white screen on which the shadow of the musician, of their instruments with their bizarre attachments, of their moving hands are projected. The first thing that strikes the public is the visual aspect: pataphysical machineries for a mechanical jungle, Jean Tinguely in a miniature… but then sounds and bruises and noises and music start emerging from these machineries and from the two human beings that manoeuvres them: organic techno and free jazz. To paraphrase Pascal Wyse of The Guardian two musical mad scientist. Mesmerizing.

1 am, Emotional Support - Emma Souharce, Aya Metwalli, Beatrice Beispiel (all of them electronics and voice) offer a polyphonic noise show in which voices and electronic sounds fuses and crashes to depict a loud nocturnal urban landscape. The windows of the hall vibrates producing parasite noises, outside the sky displays stars and clouds. End of day 3

Day 4, 23 August

- digression n 3 - many of the concert in this festival have a relevant visual component which works as an integral part of the music itself. Is music evolving into the Gesamtkunstwert (total work of art) that Wagner was wishing for? And is this a good thing?

5 pm, Gabby Fluke-Mogul solo. Alone with her violin, her effect pedals and her voice she produces a sort of synopsis of the American music with traditional melodies immersed into a distorted noisy Hendrixian bath. The violin sometimes is a fiddle, sometimes a guitar, sometime a noise-maker. At the end a vocal solo and a violin taken back to its acoustic bring it all back home. Circular and thought provoking.

The sky is dark blue after sunset when at 9pm the duo Ava Mendoza and Hamid Drake starts playing: dark blues saturated sounds and polyrhythmic drumming with infinite variations in volume and energy level. It has been a while since the two of them are playing together in various combinations and as a duo and their level of interaction is now honed to almost flawlessness. Hamid Drake plays with the usual variety and subtleness and his drumming has a level of expressivity that makes each of his concerts an event. Ava Mendoza creates both harsh and insinuating lines that effectively find their way through Drake’s pattern and in the final part with Drake playing the frame drum and chanting and Mendoza producing winding melodies the whole thing seems to make sense. A perfect evening.

The Mendoza-Drake concert has been quite an extended experience (in every sense of the word) and so the next one Exapist Euphoria+Weird Legs+Frantx starts at 11pm. Andrea Giordano (voice) Fanny Meteier (tuba) Pierre Prodier (guitar) and Marco Luparia (drums) organizes their performance in different phases. The opening is led by a solo of voice and electronic noises by Andrea Giordano and when she is joined at the centre of the hall by Fanny Meteier, they develop a duet of whistles, hisses and vocalises. Recorded voices marks the entrance of drums and guitar accompanied by chanting voices. Then music evolves in to instrumental noise-techno patterns with prominent drum sounds.

Prominent drumming is a good introduction to the midnight concert, which really happens at 0:30 am. Otto is a percussion trio with Camille Emaille, Gabriel Valtchev and Pol Small. They create a powerful crescendo introducing different rhythmic patters and using the harmonics produced by the metal percussions (and they have a really big bell-like object).

The last act of the festival is Das Schrei Nicht So Orkestra (Jonas Albrecht, drums; Ilayada Zeyrek, tournables; Carlo Brülhart, sax; danis Koblic, sax; Jasmin Lötscher, trombone; Fabian Mösch, clarinet, Miao Zhao, bass clarinet; Lena Brechbül, sound) We are advised to put earplugs on due to the high volume of the performance which is presented like a collective circular rite and I must confess that at this point, it is 1:30 pm, I decide that for me the festival is over. I really apologize with the musicians but my ears are full of sounds and my head quite empty so I hope to see them sometimes, somewhere else. Good night and good luck.

Sunday, September 7, 2025

Die Hochstapler live at Manufaktur Schorndorf 9/5/2025

Die Hochstapler
 By Martin Schray

There are still school holidays in the southern states of Germany, but the Manufaktur in Schorndorf has already begun the second half of its free jazz program. The audience turnout was therefore somewhat modest, but those who were there on September 5 witnessed a spectacular concert. Die Hochstapler (the German word for imposters), a French-Italian-German quartet featuring Pierre Borel (sax), Antonio Borghini (b), Louis Laurain (tp), and Hannes Lingens (dr), delivered two outstanding sets.

The band has been around for a long time, and this was evident in every phase of the concert. The musical idea behind the project is that the sets are entirely improvised on the one hand, on the other hand the musicians repeatedly draw on a foundation of themes, riffs, scale sequences, or preconceived ideas, which happens spontaneously. These parts are mostly almost classical avant-garde jazz or often reminiscent of Ornette Coleman's legendary piano-less quartet with Don Cherry, Charlie Haden, and Billy Higgins. But what makes the band so special is its lightness, elegance, and joy of playing. Sounds are explored extensively and diligently to the full and then, almost imperceptibly, transformed into jazz blocks. This also works wonderfully the other way around: a bebop riff is exploited to the full and comes to an abrupt halt, so that the audience is not quite sure whether they are at the end of a track or whether it will continue (it actually always continues), because the band then uses notes very, very sparingly. These transitions are set by the musicians through individual notes or sequences of notes, which the others notice and then know with somnambulistic certainty what to do next. This creates heavy blues parts reminiscent of The Thing, but with finer horn lines and less angry and aggressive attacks (such as at the end of the first set). Another special feature of Die Hochstapler is the fact that they also play with the space and its sonic possibilities. The band members wandered around the Manufaktur several times; Louis Laurain, for example, once walked through the audience and used the listeners’ glasses as percussion instruments. This resulted in ever-changing arrangements and playing ideas, with Borel and Laurain repeatedly putting their wind instruments aside and using extended playing techniques and various small percussion instruments. Finally, there were several highlights in the concert: the aforementioned blues number at the end of the first set, an increase in intensity through a slow glide into high and highest registers after about 20 minutes, a unison section that was actually reminiscent of minimal music, a swing passage in the second part in which Borel and Laurain played a hook line and increased their speed, but Borghini and Lingens did not follow them, they even slowed down a little, creating an impression of incongruity. Musically, this was an absolutely crazy moment of insane density, followed by a spectacular solo by Borel, which actually received spontaneous applause.

Incidentally, the band’s motto for the evening was “playing with your eyes open”, as the musicians have realized that they often play with their eyes closed. But it was also worthwhile for the audience to not only listen, but also to watch. You could see from Antonio Borghini’s satisfied grin that the musicians were having a lot of fun. Werner Hassler, the booker at Manufaktur, called it “the concert of the year“. The bar has definitely been set high for the upcoming gigs in the fall.

Die Hochstapler are playing a few more gigs in Central Europe. If you have the opportunity to see them nearby, don’t miss it. Here are a few dates: 

Imperia / Italy, Teatro dell’ Attrito, 9/12/25

Halle / Germany, Büro für, 11/22/25

Berlin / Germany, Industriesalon Schöneweide, 11/23/2025

Graz / Austria, Tubes, 1/15/26

Nuremberg / Germany, Jazzstudio, 1/16/26

Leipzig / Germany, Villa Ida, 1/17/26

Saturday, September 6, 2025

Julien Desprez - The body, electricity, and politics

 
Photos by Gonçalo Falcão

I’m heading to meet Julien Desprez for this interview in the atrium of the Calouste Gulbenkian Foundation, during the 41st edition of the Jazz em Agosto festival. It’s a privilege to get to know better a musician I admire so deeply.

Desprez traces his path from an initiation in jazz to a redefinition of his identity as a musician. He explains a technique that integrates the body—notably through Brazilian sapateado (step dancing)—and the unconventional use of electricity as a musical instrument. Along the way he reflects on culture in Europe, the institutionalization of jazz, cultural policy, and his view of art’s role.

Much more than a musician, Julien Desprez reveals himself as an artist.

Interview

Gonçalo Falcão : This interview is particularly hard for me: I admire your work. I love the electric guitar, and your playing is truly original. But I don’t want to start with the guitar or the pedals. Since we’re at a jazz festival, inside a beautiful art institution - with this garden - could we begin with the state of the art?

How do you see jazz and improvised music becoming — this is my opinion, feel free to disagree — part of the art-world, elitist, instead of remaining a popular music, rooted in the people and widely heard?

Julien Desprez: For me it’s a bit of both. In fact, there are more dimensions than just that popular/art opposition; partly because some jazz has become classical music today. I’d include European improvised music here too. Look: we often see a younger generation repeating the gestures of the older one — which is normal; we’re influenced by what we hear. But there comes a point where a lot of the improvisation I hear—good as it may be—feels like classical. It become institutional. The word “improvisation” is always complicated for me, because we see people improvising, yet the form is often the same.

GF: The old “calm–intensity–calm” arc.

JD: Exactly. I call it the “kebab form”. [laughs]

GF: [laughs]

JD: And for the record, I love kebab!

GF: Me too — the taste and the shape.

JD: This isn’t a new issue; it’s there from the start of free improvisation in Europe, with the British — Derek Bailey, Evan Parker, etc. The best example is Bailey himself, who called that practice “non-idiomatic.”

GF: Which ended up becoming an idiom…

JD: Exactly! The non-idiomatic became an idiom; it’s a natural contradiction of total improvisation. I played a lot of total improv myself, but five or ten years ago I thought: This is almost always the same; the same things keep happening.

When you say you’ll improvise, you don’t rehearse — which is fine — but what happens is a meeting of languages: each musician’s language and the collective language. That’s already a form of composition. Often it even feels more like composition than improvisation. So I’ve tried to find other paths so I wouldn’t get bored.

If you don’t work, even when you improvise, you end up repeating the same gestures. I don’t agree with statements like Joëlle Léandre’s — for example, when she says, “Every time I play it’s new for me.” I don’t think that’s true: each time we hear her we immediately recognise Joëlle Léandre — the gestures, the sound, the form. That doesn’t mean it’s bad music, but it’s not what I want for myself.

GF: For you as an artist—or also for you as someone who wants to communicate with am audience?

JD: Both. It’s conceptual, but it’s also about communication. For instance, it’s hard to bring younger generations to concerts if they hear claims like “every time is new” and then recognize repeated forms across shows. There’s a gap between the narrative and the action, what is perceived. I try not to fall into that space. Today I don’t define myself as an improvising musician. I use improvisation, but as a process, not an aim.

GF: I hear you. Many musicians who entered free improvisation felt — after a while — unsatisfied with the conceptual and political problem of that practice.

JD: Yes. And that’s the big difference from jazz, which now has over a hundred years of history.

In the 1980s, in Europe — mainly France (not the U.S., where the social context is different) — began a cultural policy to fund art. That’s good, and I fully approve. But that system also bourgeoisified the music; it placed it in a conformist space.

GF: We’re back to my opening question about the state of the art. Did this allow musicians to live without thinking much about the audience?

JD: In some ways, yes. Art changed because of that economic context. I’m not saying funding should end—on the contrary, it’s fundamental for artists and society. Without it, educational levels would fall dramatically. But this system also changed how music works — for better in some respects, not so much in others. So I sought to step outside that context, to return to a space of greater freedom. Today I don’t define myself as a jazz musician nor as an improviser, but as an experimental musician.

GF: Across Europe, and also here, in Portugal, with the rise of the far right, artistic creation has been inserted into a subversive action package…

JD: Exactly. Doing what I do is no longer just a musical process; it’s now also a radical one. Twenty years ago, when left ideas dominated the culture wars, it was normal. Today, with the far right everywhere, just for doing what I do I get seen as an extremist—not only artistically, but politically. But in essence, I haven’t changed. The context has. Strange ideas have surfaced; fake news too. That’s why I think art will become more political.

GF: That sounds like good news — an encouraging prospect. I often feel the opposite: jazz is becoming less questioning, more tamed and comfortable. American musicians who come to Europe rarely talk about politics. They don’t speak about war—or they say vague things like “we’re for love” or “we’re against war.” It’s hard to hear that silence from people from a country that sponsors wars, supports a genocide. As a European, it’s difficult to accept that muteness. And France? For us, in the ’60s and ’70s it was culturally central. Then it lost relevance. We almost forgot there was interventionist, innovative jazz in France. Suddenly you and many others surface and we realise there’s plenty interesting things happening.

JD: For me it’s not so different. In the ’60s and ’70s, French music and art were important. But with cultural policy tied to socialism, a very protecting system was created. I love playing in France and abroad, but many musicians prefer to stay only in France. The system provides monthly funding, which is great — but it can be too comfortable. So I think the European system should be criticised. I support it, but we also need to share what we do with that support — show the rest of Europe that this system can produce great things. You’re required to play 43 concerts a year to receive the subsidy; then you can stop for a couple of months and work on new ideas. That gave me the time and opportunity to go deeper into the guitar and create my approach.

GF: Americans don’t have that.

JD: Exactly — it’s very hard for them. There’s no support; they have to play constantly, do weddings and baptisms, or hold a day job. In France it’s not like that; it gives us freedom. Everything I developed I owe to that possibility of stopping to reflect and practice.

GF: Since you’ve opened that door—and even though I said I wouldn’t dive into guitar technique — let’s talk about your playing, because it’s unique. I don’t hear direct links between standard electric-guitar technique and your approach. Of course there’s Fred Frith with Massacre and other downtown NY players (Elliott Sharp, Eugene Chadbourne, Henry Kaiser, Sonny Sharrock) from the ’90s… but you brought something genuinely new with your rapid stutter and a very physical, percussive, bodily approach to the instrument. It often reads as performatic thing — or even a choreography — where instrument and instrumentalist, together, produce sound. Am I off?

JD: No, I completely agree. I love using the body because that’s how I feel this thing. It’s also a good limitation because, for instance, everything I do I could do on a computer. But with a computer you have to define your limits before you start. I listen to a lot of electronic music, and for me the best electronic musician is the one who makes good choices — because with machines you can do everything. So the first technology an artist must master is choice. In my case, the body works as that decision device: it allows many things, but it also imposes limits. There are things I simply cannot do — and I really like that.

GF: How did this way of playing develop?

JD: I come from a working-class family and started guitar at 16. No one in my family had any link to the art world. It was pure luck; I could have never played. One day, in my neighborhood, a friend brought an acoustic guitar. When it reached my hands I thought, ‘Wow, this is incredible, I love this.’ It was the first time I made music. Then I taught myself — rock, singing with the guitar. Later I met jazz musicians — I didn’t even know what jazz was. My father was a plumber; my mother worked in social security. I was completely outside that world. I later realized that distance can be an advantage, because it gives you more freedom in the art world.

GF: And then?

JD: Those musicians told me I should go to music school; so I did — In Yerres, a district outside Paris. I didn’t know what jazz was; I couldn’t read music; I showed up with a guitar and what I’d learned alone. I stayed in that school four years. I learned a lot, but I also saw a problem: others had played their instrument since they were five years old and were at a very high level. I could work like crazy to reach their level — but once I arrived at their level, they’d be even further ahead. So I decided the best solution was to take a different path.

I kept studying jazz because it’s a great school for the instrument and for music, but I began to feel bored with the guitar — the same licks, the same sounds. I moved to a Stratocaster, because I was listening to Hendrix, who is still a big influence.

GF: And Bo Diddley and James Brown; am I right?

JD: James Brown, for sure—I love him! Bo Diddley, not so much.

GF: I’ve asked because his way of playing the guitar feels like a drum.

JD: True. If I had to choose another instrument today, it would be percussion or drums. The guitar was accidental, as I said—almost as if it chose me. But I was bored — not with the instrument itself, but with how it was played.

That’s when I started reading Tristan Garcia, a philosopher of my generation. In Forme et objet. Un traité des choses, he proposes a new ontology: instead of “I think, therefore I am,” his logic is “I exist because I am a thing.” He puts humans on the same level as a sofa, a car, or a tree. I loved that way of thinking; it helped me create relations between objects.

I applied it to the guitar: I divided it into strings, neck, pickups, body. I worked in pairs — strings and pickups, neck and body — and then I thought of pedals not as effects but as instruments themselves. I even started using them without the guitar, as sound generators. That’s when I began using my feet much more, seeking independence between feet and hands, like a drummer or organist.

My first solo album, Acapulco, came from that process. I recorded it without big plans and suddenly started playing live a lot. That led me into the world of dance. A dancer once said, “How can you make those complex movements and make them look easy?” I’d never thought about it; I was only thinking about sound. So I created Acapulco Redux, with lights controlled from the stage. I presented it here at Jazz em Agosto, in 2017.

That project came precisely from the encounter with dance. I realised that, when we learn an instrument, nobody talks about the whole body — but it’s the beginning of everything. Even in electronic music, when you move a fader, it’s the body acting. So I knew I had to work that dimension more, particularly playing with my feet. I started doing it seated, then I adapted to play standing.

At the time, I was travelling to Brazil a lot. I met Arto Lindsay and others and returned many times between 2010 and 2019. There I discovered Coco Raízes de Arcoverde, in Pernambuco. They play a simplified samba, only percussion and voices, wearing wooden shoes. They do “sapateado” (step-dance). When I saw it I thought: ‘This is what I need to learn.’ I spent three weeks with them, lived in the community, and every morning we trained step dancing. It was forty degrees… very intense — but I perfected it; and then I brought that physicality into my work.

That experience definitively linked body and sound. Today I can’t separate them. And, oddly enough, even my use of pedals relates to that samba rhythm. Of course the material is different and sounds different, but that’s the origin. I’m still in touch with them, we exchange ideas on recording processes and more.

GF: What a story —the creative process finds its form in very intricate ways.

JD: Then I decided to create the piece Coco, with three dancers and three musicians. The idea was to erase the boundary: at the start we all step-danced in a line, and you couldn’t tell who was a dancer or who was a musician. I taught my way of playing to a dancer, guiding her through body movements, not through scores — and she managed to play by thinking only of the body. That was incredible.

That led me to deepen the “tap” element, which became part of my language. That’s when I started to move away from the idea of being a “guitarist.” Today I don’t consider myself a guitarist but a user of the guitar. It’s just a tool. In new projects I started singing again — because that’s how I began in music. Two years ago I decided to return to that origin: singing, step dancing, noise, all at once. I want to create a musical form where everything fits, while maintaining the relation to the idea of “things”.

There’s a French expression I love: when you enter the world, you get lost forever and never leave it — you have to deal with everything. That’s what I want: a thermodynamic organization of things where everything can enter.

GF: Perhaps that’s why I like Abacaxi so much: it feels like a world that processes many musics.

JD: Exactly. That’s what I do in Abacaxi: I put everything there, from funk to noise. I bring different musical spaces together and let them live. Often I don’t control the encounter of those musical objects—I let them react and just surf them.

GF: That’s the most fascinating part of speaking with musicians: hearing how they explain their music and then it becomes clearer. I know I like it, I’m deeply interested, I’ve got a fair idea of what’s going on musically — but while hearing you, it all becomes richer. I first saw Abacaxi in Portalegre and was struck by your technique and by the music of the group. So when you say you’re not a guitarist, I think I get it—but for someone who plays guitar, it’s astonishing, because you developed a new approach, a new pedal technique. Back to the point: do you feel part of the electric-guitar legacy?

JD: In some way, yes—maybe not so much in jazz, but in the history of the electric guitar. I’m a fan of Bill Frisell, and I think there are aspects of him in my music, particularly how he uses sound, especially on the ’80s records.

GF: In Line, Rambler, Theoretically…?

JD: All of them! When he plays, I love it—so full of dynamics, and I love dynamics. So yes, I’m still connected to the guitar’s history, even if, in my case, the connection was to find a way to exit it. But by leaving, you also open space, and enlarge the field.

GF: Exactly—new doors open. But I confess:… “Bill Frisell” really surprises me. If you’d said Fred Frith or Derek Bailey, it would fit. Frisell is unexpected because he’s so melodic, the master of attack...

JD: I get it. I like Frith and Bailey too. But what I like in Frisell is that he has many technical capacities that he uses in a musical way — always in service of the music. I listen to everything: from reggaeton to noise, contemporary, reggae, pop. I like to explore. But the artists I love the most are those who keep evolving, transforming. Frisell is like that: the ’80s albums have nothing to do with the later ones, and then he changes again. He keeps pushing.

GF: I love him too, but I don’t know if I can understand your point. I saw him last year in Hamburg, in a retrospective, and he seemed stuck in the ’50s, in The Beach Boys/Space Age mood — almost denying contemporary America, wanting to return to a happy childhood. But now that you say this, I’ll listen again with new ears. Let me ask a nerdy question: do you use the Hexe Revolver pedal for your stutter? Your stutter is so fast I thought it couldn’t be purely human.

JD: No. As I said, I like using the body because it imposes limits—it forces me to choose. I have different ways to stutter: for example, a multi-tap delay set to repeat once, then I change the speed. But I still need to play the guitar, hit the pedal, switch on/off. I’ve tried many pedals—some respond to attack—but basically I prefer to use my feet.

GF: I get it. When processors appeared, every guitarist I knew started using them, but I don’t like too many knobs and hundreds of options you never use. I prefer a single on/off switch and two knobs.

JD: Exactly! I also like direct things. With very complex devices you lose time in options. In Acapulco Redux — that light piece I presented at Jazz em Agosto — I used Max/MSP with patches controlling everything. I’d turn on the computer, press a button and — shhboom — light everywhere. It’s fun; but because it’s so complex, it doesn’t leave many space for other things. My relation to technology is this: I use it because we live in the modern world, but minimally, to leave space for other things to happen. That matters to me in music, politics, and human relations.

GF: So it’s not just a traditional artistic stance. It’s a global attitude — leaving room for the unforeseen.

JD: Exactly. Never discard, never ignore. If I see something, I grab it. For me the world is thermodynamic: organization creates chaos; chaos creates organization. That’s what I work with.

GF: How do you see changes in how people use music? Before, we went somewhere to listen; we played an album start to finish; we waited for a radio programme. Now music is everywhere — backgrounding for a meal in a restaurant, to a conversation in a café, to run in the gym. But music is rarely truly heard.

JD: Yes — music like tap water. You open it and it’s there. No questions asked. That makes me think about what I do in that context: what’s the difference between art and entertainment? I like entertainment — I like Hollywood action films, pop music. But art isn’t made to like or not like; it’s made to create sensitivity, imagination, to move people, help them to understand themselves. That’s why I enjoy shaking the audience a bit. When someone says “I loved it”, I’m happy — but that’s not what I’m after. I want them to leave thinking, ‘Wow, something happened.’ My goal is to increase human sensitivity. If that happened on a big scale, maybe fewer people would say so much nonsense. Because sensitivity and connection to the world are fundamental to be free.

GF: Not to change?

JD: Art is made to change. That’s why it’s good when people love it, and also when they hate it. The worst is the “whatever…” If I get that feedback, I think: “It was a bad concert.” Music and art are always political.

GF: Change — hopefully for the better, which is not guaranteed…

JD: Yes. Let’s hope. This year, for example, it’s not going great...

GF: Indeed — art doesn’t seem to be working, this year…

JD: Not right now. I don’t know how we got here.

GF: Even in Portugal… the far right is now a important political force. In France you’ve become used to Le Pen, but in Portugal this transformation was a shock. And the recipe is the same across Europe. I wonder if it’s also related to this erasure of music — by turning artworks into odorant, which anaesthetizes society. You say you like many kinds of music — Beethoven, Schoenberg, jazz, rock, James Brown. Me too. But I dislike random music in restaurants or on the beach.

JD: I understand.

GF: It bothers me. On the beach we should hear the waves, not boorish beats. This omnipresence of sound anaesthetizes. Everything is an “experience” now, nothing is trash or wrong.

JD: I agree. The problem is people lose the capacity to think for themselves and to disagree. For me, that’s the start of politics: disagreement. I don’t expect a society where everyone agrees with me; I expect relations and art that make us think. When we stop thinking — even if we believe we are thinking because we’re fed easy answers—nothing good can come. That’s manipulation. Art can help to explain this. My partner works with neuroscientists. A friend in Geneva told me after a concert: ‘You know, Julien, you do exactly what’s needed to redefine neural connections. First you present clear rules, then you distort them and force the brain to reorganize.’ I was happy — that’s exactly it. I show an image, then I warp it. That’s also why I don’t consider myself a guitarist. I use the guitar as an initial image: people think, “OK, an electric guitar — I’m safe.” Then I start playing and they ask, “What the hell is this?” That distortion is essential. I want the audience to listen actively, not as background. I want to put them in an active position, to return to them the possibility of action.

GF: Absolutely. An active stance towards creation — and towards the social and political situation — seems to be where you provoke something, whether in design, music, theater, or any other form. Like sand in the brain causing an itch — some productive confusion. Julien, I don’t know if there’s anything left to say, but I’ll add that, for me, this conversation was very positive and stimulating. I’ve always thought of you as a guitarist; I like this idea that you’re a musician who uses the guitar.

JD: Perhaps just this, by way of conclusion: although I use the electric guitar, what I really play is electricity. When I touch a pedal, I’m managing the tension of an electrical circuit. The guitar is an electrical controller. Pedals react to impedance and to the impulse they receive. When I change the guitar’s tone or volume, I change the circuit’s impedance. So when I use my feet or turn knobs, I’m managing electricity.

To go further: two years ago I created a performance called Arc, where I play guitar, sing, step-dance and use a new musical device I developed with Nicolas Canot, made of 12 small electrical arcs. An electrical arc is basically electricity managed in the air: two electrified pieces of metal; current always seeks the quickest path from A to B. We amplified those arcs with jacks and cables, into a DI and then the PA. You hear the magnetic fields vibrating. The most beautiful part was realizing, at the same time, that this is a comparable process: my partner — also an artist, connected to science — showed me images of neurons firing when we feel emotions. It’s the same process: neurons generating electricity. I realized that, at bottom, everything I do is electric — the human body generates it; the guitar depends on it; so do the pedals.

GF: So it’s not sound — it’s electricity?

JD: Exactly.

GF: We’ve known electricity for a long time. Since Antiquity we knew it existed, but didn’t know what to do with it. Only in the 20th century did we fully controlled and used it. Today we’re totally dependent on it.

JD: One of Tristan Garcia’s best books, La Vie Intense, is precisely about this—not technological electricity, but what it brought to the human brain and emotions. He shows how the lexical field we use to describe feelings comes from electrical intensity. It wasn’t only light that changed us; it also changed the language with which we speak of love, passion, pain. We say “it was intense” “a shock” “a storm in the sky.” All electrical metaphors. That’s the link. That’s how I see the world: electricity in flow, intensity.

The interview ends as it began: between body and philosophy, musical practice and politics, physicality and electricity. Julien Desprez confirms himself not merely as a guitarist but as an artist who conceives music as an expanded field—where sound, gesture, body, and energy meet and reorganize.

This interview was initially published in Portuguese on the Jazz.pt website on August 24, 2025: https://jazz.pt/entrevistas/o-corpo--a-eletricidade-e-a-politica

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Gonçalo Falcão is the co-editor of Portugal's Jazz.pt magazine. Studied music with Vítor Rua. Composition workshops with Louis Andriessen and Salvatore Sciarrino. Played with Telectu, Evan Parker, Eddie Prévost, among others. Recorded Load “ “ and Volkswagner guitar solos. Teacher at the Faculty of Architecture, University of Lisbon.

Friday, September 5, 2025

Joe McPhee, Susanna Gartmayer, Joe Edwards, Mariá Portugal - Monster (Klanggalerie, 2025)

By Martin Schray

One of my favorite Monty Python sketches is “Why Michelangelo didn’t paint the Last Supper,” in which the Pope tells Michelangelo at the end that he may not know anything about art, but that he knows what he likes. When it comes to free jazz, I’m just an amateur writer. But I also know what I like. For example, the music of Joe McPhee and John Edwards. Without exception. And I like bass clarinets. Their deep, rich, and resonant tone, their warm and velvety sound.

For the Music Unlimited 37 Festival in 2023 in Wels/Austria the Free Music Forum created a quartet with Joe McPhee (saxophone, voice), Susanna Gartmayer (bass clarinet), John Edwards (double bass) and Mariá Portugal (drums, voice). In their opening remarks to the festival, the organizers made it clear that they see it as a problem that the audience is still predominantly male and rather old, although they have been working for years to attract a younger and more female crowd. Nonetheless, they promised to continue to work on that. This is also reflected in the lineup of this quartet here, which spans several generations of improvised musicians and consists of two women and two men. Additionally, McPhee and Edwards can be considered stars of the scene, while Gartmayer and Portugal were previously rather known only to insiders. Nevertheless, expectations were high - and they were more than fulfilled. “Relicts” is a prime example for the music presented on that night. McPhee introduces the piece with one of his typical solos, and the band joins him somnambulistically. McPhee’s and Gartmayer’s instruments circle each other in the most wonderful way, partly because the bass clarinet complements McPhee’s blues-soaked phrases almost perfectly. Although the music becomes rough and atonal here and there, the mood of the pieces is rather solemn, a deep spirituality permeates them - and Gartmayer feels the music in a similar way as McPhee does. This literal beauty is supported by Edwards and Portugal in an abstract and subtle, but also powerful way, whereby they know how to pick up the tempo here and there, which then immediately leads to minor eruptions, for example by McPhee screaming and yelling. At the end of the set, on “Cool Green Light of the Evening“, the saxophonist delivers one of his legendary spoken word passages: “We make music / In the forest / In the cool green light of the evening / In a ritual long forgotten / On a street called music row / We know our songs come from people / Not from tape machines / We know that our songs are for singing, and dancing, and celebrating life / And when the studios are silent / ancient relics of the past / We will still be here.” With this commitment to handmade music, to old-fashioned free jazz, to blues, to gospel, he struck a chord with the audience, who responded with loud applause.

It’s great to hear the then 83-year-old Joe McPhee in such good shape. And it’s great to get to know musicians like Susanna Gartmayer and Mariá Portugal better. Very recommended album. I still know why I know what I like.

Monster is available as a CD and as a download. You can listen to it and buy it here: https://klanggalerie.bandcamp.com/album/monster