Recorded live in Tokyo in April 2001,
Always Let Me Go
is
Keith Jarrett
's 149th concert in Japan. Joined by his long-standing partners
Gary Peacock
and
Jack DeJohnette
, these performances are playful, explosive, somber, and completely improvised. After 20 years of working together, they trust each other (and the audience) enough to deliver over two hours of unscripted music.
DeJohnette
prowls through his drums like a restless cougar: he chatters, scuffles, and pounces on the skins with agility. Likewise,
Peacock
spoons out a concrete foundation of bass; one that bubbles as it spreads through the cracks in
Jarrett
's 88 keys (which serve the pianist so very well). For listeners familiar with the trio's
Inside Out
CD, here is the same idea further elaborated on.
"Hearts in Space"
spirals out of the starting gate with geometrical tremors, as three virtuosos all start their respective engines and read each other's pulses over the course of 32 minutes. The trio effortlessly glide from mood to mood in synchronization to deliver a
ballad
in the eye of a hurricane, then dismount into straight-ahead swing.
"The River"
is a stoic hymn, a richness of melancholy in deep scarlet blue. It is
's only solo here, as brief as it is rewarding.
"Paradox"
rides the crest of
bebop
in a simmering stew to close out the first disc with a punch that stops on a dime. There are enough recurring themes here to call it a standard of sorts, and the musicians quickly assume the proper formation as they've done thousands of times before. Disc two opens with
"Waves,"
another half-hour marathon of moods that evolves seamlessly between chromatic stillness, manic fluttering, and gunpowder
bop
.
clearly sets the tone for
"Facing East"
-- a syncopated clockwork of beat, as
pinwheels in like-minded percussives with
flipping through volumes of frets. Next comes the aptly titled
"Tsunami,"
which swells and bursts with power before finally subsiding to fractured stillness. It is the fire in the musicians' bellies -- perhaps the darkest and most ferocious passage of the album. As is often the case,
's distant vocals pinch the air from time to time. Although purists may wince at this additional layer of seasoning, there's no denying his expression comes out of the deepest level of commitment. It is this same commitment that fuels so much of the album.
With the knowledge that
is live and improvised, it adds a rewarding layer of understanding and appreciation, as few musicians can deliver such diamonds with so little structure in place. Song for song, the symbiosis is a marvel to behold -- and the audience knows it. These are gods at play, and the lightning bolts they toss around are awe-inspiring. ~ Glenn Swan