Jazz
Review
by Melissa Christensen
I am nostalgic
for a time in which I have never lived. The patriotism, the simplicity
and the desire to live that I associate with the 1940s were reincarnated
Wednesday at Remembering the Big Bands, the 2nd annual
Valentines Day concert presented by the TCU Jazz Ensemble.
Watching the
reactions of the older audience members was the best entertainment
I could have asked for on a Valentines Day celebrated single-style.
To my left, a white-haired gentleman unsuccessfully attempted to
reign in his bodys desire to celebrate the rhythm. Before
the first theme of In the Mood was finished, he was
slapping his thigh and bobbing his head. In front and to the right,
a grandmother bounced on her lap a curly-headed toddler who clapped
her chubby hands to her own beat. Down the row, a mischievous smile
moved across a mans wrinkled face as his wife whispered in
his ear and slid her hand into his. It was as if the wrinkled-skin
was smooth again, the grays had returned to blondes and browns and
the aching joints were once again limber and free.
I understood
how this transformation had taken place once director Curt Wilson
kicked off a medley entitled Salute to the Bands. Themes
familiar even to myself floated throughout Ed Landreth Hall Auditorium,
climaxing at an imitated telephone ring followed by several hundred
voices shouting in unison, Pennsylvania 6-5000.
I realized
these big band tunes were the Baby One More Time and
Its Gonna Be Me of our time. But something tells
me the replaying of Britney Spears and NSync in 60 years wont
evoke the same nostalgia in us as Little Brown Jug and
Stardust evoked in the World War II generation Wednesday.
The music
of Glenn Miller, Tommy Dorsey and Les Brown proved to me that certain
songs possess a timeless character. As two elderly ladies expressed
during intermission, it is wonderful that children born in the 1980s
cant only play, but also express the same subtle qualities
and enjoy making the same music children of the 1920s and 1930s
danced to.
The personality
of the evening was enhanced by Wilsons commentary during door
prize give-a-ways and a selection played in addition to the printed
program. Dendra Barnett, featured jazz vocalist, shined not only
with her sequin accents, but through her dazzling smile and infectious
love for the music she was helping to create. A few informal trivia
questions and Name-that-Tune games established intimacy
between the ensemble and the audience.
Wilson deserves
praise for his creation. More than just a concert, the big band
tribute provided a time warp for all audience members. TCU students
were privileged to see the years melt away from the faces of their
elders, while that older generation was able to see the same joy
they experienced brought to a new generation. Wilson taught everybody
in attendance that music is the language of time.
Melissa Christensen is a sophomore news-editorial journalism
major from Grand Island, Neb.
She can be reached at (m.s.christense@student.tcu.edu).
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