
British Virgin Islands
original posting, September 28, 2009
updated on October 03, 2009
The reviews of Jazz on the Hill 2009 have been in the can for months. I just was not inclined to publish any of it before now.
Going to Virgin Gorda every May for Jazz on the Hill has been a must for me these past two years. Sorry, I took no notice of the first edition of this new Jazz event on the British Virgin Islands’ calendar. Maybe it was because it was low key affair to start with or I was just not clued in then as I have been since 2007 when this forum came to life. Well, that is not a good excuse, but I will go with that for now.
There is something about Jazz on the Hill though that is quite fascinating to me: you never know what you’re gonna get. The Jazz names could pop out at you because they have a history with you. Or the names might mean nothing so that there is a longing to find out whether you could trust the producers not to disappoint. After all, you make it a point of duty to attend Jazz Festivals, not only to re-acquaint yourself with the old (and young souls) of note, but to go an excursion of exploration.
So it was with this question mark in my head that I nearly drove myself crazy trying to negotiate the thickest of traffic jams I have ever witnessed in Road Town, Tortola as I wended my way to the ferry dock on Waterfront Drive for the sail to VG. The ferry was due to push off at 06:00 pm and I was stuck in a traffic line, across town, with no more than ten minutes to spare.
That was when I made the bold decision to abandon my machine in the middle of town and foot it to the dock. Of course, I was careful to park up properly in a duly constituted lot and secure it under lock and key.
I made it to the dock on time, but had I been in telepathic mode, I would have known that this is the Caribbean and not all times are on, you understand. The ferry did not take to the waters for the thirty-minute sail for another fifteen to twenty minutes.
Now, to the real reason for all of the stress: the Jazz.
Pianist Bobby Hinton and Friends were already on stage doing the Blues and calling on a ‘Rainy Night in Georgia.’ Had Hinton known that this May was unseasonably wet, he might have opted not to do the rain dance at all. Anyhow, no waters flowed from the heavens that night. No waters could have flowed anyway after he crooned ‘What a Wonderful World.’
These two songs have been given all kinds of treatment over time. However, the versions that have made an indelible imprint on my mind are those of Ray Charles and Louis ‘Satchmo’ Armstrong respectively.
Something struck me about Bobby Hinton and Friends, just as I had settled myself down to the feast of Jazz music to the backdrop of stirring conversations with acquaintances and friends about the virtues of the genre. The crisp voice of the ageing Hinton towered over the trio he was leading, one that was graced with the presence of a female drummer by the name of Shirazette Tinnin and trumpeter Tom Browne on a warm-up for his Saturday night performance on St. Mary’s Hill. The other name in Hinton’s make-up band for the festival was Aaron Mills on bass. But it was Shirazette Tinnin, trapping the kit behind Hinton and his headliner guest Tom Browne that caught my attention.
Pardon me folks. As much as I get around, I have been fortunate enough to enjoy a female drummer since I was privy to one Cindy Blackman many years ago. I guess, I am not that exposed as I would to believe! Conclusion? It was an obscene fascination, a novelty if you will. By the end of Hinton’s stint to open Jazz on the Hill 2009, I had completely forgotten about gender and instead lauded the skill of Ms. Tinnin. I was introduced to her right after she got off stage and admired her humility on compliment.
Hinton’s repertoire was loaded with familiar fare that the most un-Jazz patrons might have recognized: “Rainy Night in Georgia,” “What a Wonderful World,” “Stand By Me,” Georgia,” and “Mustang Sally.”
Maybe this was not intentional, but it might have served to make the event accessible to the casual audience than might have stumbled upon the good cause to wit supporting the fundraising effort of the St. Mary’s School fraternity.
For me, Hinton was corny. But judging by the love coming from the audience scattered about the hill, his set was loved by all. And I did too, really.
And Hinton would have endeared himself by giving a workshop for the benefit of the St. Mary’s School kids.
This is important, the visiting musicians leaving a portion of their expertise in-country while sharing their music on the big stage.
On a side note, the faculty of the music department of the North Carolina Central University were also generous with their time. They ferried across from Virgin Gorda to Tortola to offer the music students of the St. George’s Secondary School their very first lesson in improvisation. So said Music Director of the school Derry Etkins as the St. Georges Lab Band played their third gig on Night 2 (May 16 2009) of Jazz on the Hill.
Speaking of the North Carolina Central University Faculty Jazz Band, it could be said that they actually put Jazz on the Hill 2009 into orbit, Bobby Hinton notwithstanding. Aside from the professionalism of the band, the engineering of the band sound was perfect from the very first note. The same could not, however be said of the previous sets by St. George’s Lab and Drexel Glasgow’s Gospel in a Mellow Tone.
More as my muse calls for…