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Keith Rowe, Sebastian Lexer, Sean Meehan, Jason Lescalleet - solos and duos

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 Diapason Gallery, NYC
March 20-21, 2010

Saturday, March 20

Sebastian Lexer (solo)
Keith Rowe (solo)

Keith Rowe/Sebastian Lexer​

Sunday, March 21

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​​Keith Rowe/Sean Meehan
Jason Lescalleet (solo)
Keith Rowe/Jason Lescalleet

concert photos​


REVIEWS


Brian Olewnick, Just Outside
Struggling to recover from an exhausting and entirely enjoyable weekend in the company of Keith. I suppose I should offer capsule summations of the two evenings of concerts at Diapason in Brooklyn though be forewarned, I wasn't taking notes.

I was very pleased to meet Sebastian Lexer earlier on Saturday, who proved to be an all-around fine fellow, causing me to look forward to that evening's events with even more anticipation. The performance was structured solo (Lexer)/solo (Rowe)/duo and all three were fine. Lexer had studied for several years with John Tilbury and while you could clearly hear the influence in the touch and preparations, he was very much his own person in how he structured his solo. One thing that struck me was his balance in varying attacks--he moved from place to place, often running the sounds through software but also letting them generate "naturally", but never seemed to be going through any sort of mental catalog, just flowing unhurriedly, revisiting certain areas that would begin to register as themes or guideposts.

Rowe also has a recent penchant for returning to the scene of approaches or individual devices he'd abandoned in recent years. He's mentioned that, just as one doesn't want to come to depend on a given sense of structure or device, so one also should never be afraid to revisit them. This performance hearkened back to somewhere in the area of recordings like "harsh," or the kinds of sets he was doing circa 2004 (on the US tour with Fennesz, for instance), much denser and more layered than recent outings (eg, "contact"). Details seem superfluous, but I noted one relatively long exposure of a distorted Latino radio station that sounded especially marvelous in contest. The duo worked quite well, though my specific memory of it is hazier. It was one of those events that, a couple hours after it occurs, you think, "Yes, that was very satisfying." Lexer wasn't so reticent as one might have expected (or, rather, as I might have expected prior to hearing him ably debate his side of various issues that afternoon). When he struck loud, ringing chords amidst a sea of agitated calm, they sounded entirely appropriate, not forced. As earlier, there was good conversation to be heard, tendentious here, accommodating there. I'd love to hear this pair again.

Sunday evening combined Rowe with Sean Meehan for the first set and Jason Lescalleet, a week after their Boston show, for the second. Sean chose not to bring his cymbals and dowels to the gallery, opting for his fork, some rice and I think a handful of other devices (I was sitting toward the back of the chairs set-up and, in the dim light, had a view (a delightful one) of only the top of the snare drum itself and Sean's hands entering and leaving my "porthole".) As you might expect, the set was a very quiet one, though extremely intense, the pair exchanging considered comments, pausing to reflect, moving on. Nothing that would surprise a listener versed in the pair's music, but a very moving half-hour of music nonetheless, in many ways my favorite of the weekend.

I was very intrigued to see the second collaboration between Rowe and Lescalleet in the space of a week, having had issues with the first such affair in Boston the previous Sunday. The good news is that it was a far more cohesive set. The "bad" (it wasn't a bad set at all) was that the cohesion seemed to come via the technique of drone maintenance, something that struck me as too easy, as gratifying as it was in other ways. On his own, Jason's way of layering massive, irregular planks of sound atop and in between one another can be nothing less than thrilling to behold. With others, those planks can become opaque, leaving little entryway for his compadres. Of course, this can be approached as a challenge by those musicians but I get the sense it can be fairly daunting. And there may well have been more Rowe in play than I picked up in the first 15-20 minutes of the set (lasted about an hour?) but it seemed to be a Lescalleet tsunami of sorts, exciting on a visceral level, less so to me when thinking about it (perhaps something I shouldn't do?) Still, there were certainly moments. Jason introduced a slowed-down (backward?) tape with vocal sounds that was extremely evocative and eerie and at one point doused his raging arsenal completely allowing otherwise inaudible (and beautiful) Roweian sounds to percolate calmly/agitatedly for several minutes. I think I wanted more of that give and take and less of a tidal bore (I mean "bore" as a drilled hole, of course, not as...)

Then there was the ending. Lescalleet mysteriously faced the rear of the room, adjacent to a think column. Eventually it became apparent (when I say, "apparent", I mean that the decibel level rose to cochlea-shattering levels) that he was manipulating his beloved Slinky, pulling and stretching its contact mic'd coils and creating an ungodly welter of noise, circling around behind the column, advancing on the poor, newly-into-his-seventh-decade Rowe (who, incidentally, was unaware that this was to be the finale, as it were). Jason reached to a point right at Keith's side, the end of the Slinky ready to take a bite, when the maelstrom abruptly ceased--end of set.

Was it spectacular? Assuredly. Was it more than that? I don't know, but I don't think so. I should say that, as near as I can determine, I was in the extreme minority (not alone, though) insofar as having some qualms about the performance. Ed Howard, for example, has an excellent and tightly-observed review here. So take all the above with the usual grains of rice.

But all in all, a marvelous weekend in the company of some great people. Thanks Keith, Sebastian, Sean, Jason, Jon, Yuko, Richard. Aside from the music and folk, I finally made it to the legendary Sripraphai, a wonderful Korean restaurant on W. 32nd whose name I forget (plus the waiter wouldn't let me order the oysters wrapped in pork belly--next time!), fourth time at Hill Country BBQ and had the most delicious chocolate almond croissants I've ever encountered at Madeleine Patisserie on West 23rd St. I'm now very fat.

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Billy Gomberg, IHM
my thoughts, recollecting a really articulate weekend of performances. Saturday + Sunday were no less than a total showcase for Keith and by extension those who shared the stage with him. These are all musicians that I've seen before in various contexts, and I think everyone showed up with something special.

I haven't seen Sebastian Lexer since my visit to London back in summer of 2004, where I saw him in concert w/Johns Tilbury & Edwards at Goldsmiths, and in Eddie Prevóst's workshop, but I've certainly dug this recent releases. His solo showed a lot of the patience of his general London milieu, but the breadth of his expression, doled out slowly over around 35 minutes, hit a lot of good notes for me. Sometimes literally - studies w/Tilbury have given Lexer a great touch on the keys. His exploration of various preparations, traditional and more contemporary, moving in and out of touch with some nice laptoppery, pushed his performance along with an assured hand. Maybe a little too much push for me, personally, as I felt that sometimes the sound was pulled away from a nice momentum or drift, but this is a minor quibble, as I heard these moments as intentional, and delivered with accuracy.

Keith's solo, only the second solo performance I've been in attendance for, was really as expected. Which is to say, "great." Keith's great control of force and materials were on display in perfect measure. Not sure what else to say - I don't really feel the need to recap the performance piece by piece - though if someone could tell me what exactly that glowing red device was that produced a storm of electricity and sort of wandered around Keith's table of it's own volition, I guess that would satisfy some curiosity. Like the best of sets, revelatory and satisfying in equal parts.

The Lexer/Rowe duo brought these two approaches together very well. Especially after they settled in they was a great ebb and flow between the two. At this point I tired a bit of Sebastian's twinkling bandpass/resonant filters that would spark up every so often, but both Sebastian and Keith kept things lively and expressive.

Sunday of course was to be a different beast. Keith's duo with Sean Meehan was utterly transparent, each adding grain and swell to delightful silence. As I expect from Sean, there was nothing less than perfect timing throughout the duo, each adding just enough, at just the right moments. I think this was actually the most active I've ever seen Sean - crunching grain, scraping, whistling, and, in great rarity, turning on some metronomes. Keith sailed his hums and crackles with expected ease, and the whole set had a just perceptible tension that made the whole thing compelling and lovely.

I had great expectations for Keith's duo w/Jason Lescalleet, mostly owing to two stunning concerts by Jason that I've been fortunate enough to attend. After a very slow, hesitant start - Keith looking for signs of activity from Jason...well there was plenty of activity - Jason was, as always, very physical, it seemed to take a few minutes for thing to really get going for him. Keith's patience of course paid off, as once things got swinging they really got swinging. As opposed to the give & take of previous sets, this was force on force, entwined and propelled through hallucinatory + dense settings, disintegrating (tho never into silence), gathering together again & again. Fantastic climax with Jason wielding the slinkies and then a full cut out just as Jason seemed set to assault Keith with the slinkies in question. (3/22/2010)
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