Scott Gutterman

Scott Gutterman has written about art and music for Artforum, GQ, the New Yorker, Vogue, and other publications. His most recent book is Sunlight on the River: Poems about Paintings, Paintings about Poems (Prestel, 2015). He is deputy director of Neue Galerie New York and lives in Brooklyn.

One of the great recurring musical events in New York is the long-running Wednesday night residency by the Mandingo Ambassadors at Barbès.

Orchestre Moto. Photo: Kwadwo Gyasi Nikita-Mayala.

From March 3 to 8, the New Colossus Festival will bring more than one hundred and seventy bands and solo artists to New York. The majority will come from abroad: festival founders Mike Bell and Steven Matrick found that export offices from various countries would provide funds to bands to bring them to the city. 

Yuvees. Photo: Carissa Bedrosian Pereira.

The World Music Institute (WMI) is celebrating its fortieth anniversary this year. Because of this great organization, New Yorkers have been able to experience top-tier music and dance from Afghanistan, Cuba, India, Mexico, Gambia, Ireland, and scores of other countries. 

L-R: Khawaja Ibrahim Ehrari and Yuval Ron. Photo: Jorge Vismara.

Minimalist art demands the kind of attention that keeps us from racing away from ourselves, our problems, and our possibilities. It’s a useful model at this moment when we desperately need to slow the rush to tear things down before we have any reasonable idea what do with the ruins we are creating.

Gamelan Dharma Swara performing at the Ridgewood Presbyterian Church. Photo: Andy Gullion.

As a performer, ganavya is remarkably inward and self-effacing. She seeks to involve the audience in her sonic journey, eliciting humming ringing tones and repeated selected lyrics. Yet it is her voice—unmistakable, indelible—that is the binding force of her art.

ganavya. © 2024 Carlos Cruz.

Of all the orchestral instruments, the cello may be the most lovable. There is something about its declarative alto voice that stirs and soothes. The violin often gets top billing, the piano encompasses all with its great range, but the cello unfailingly speaks to us. 

Erik Friedlander. Photo: Peter Peregrine.

The headlines pile up, crashing into each other. Sense becomes nonsense. Six months into Trump’s second term, many of us read the newspaper slack-jawed, tense with wonder about what could possibly come next.

Lisa Mezzacappa Six. Photo: Lenny Gonzalez.

In March of this year, Donald Trump signed an executive order making English the official language of the United States. Lost in the insistence on purity and a single national language is any appreciation for the concept of syncretism, in which different traditions combine to create an enlarged method of communication. Music is a natural wellspring for this kind of cross-current refreshment. When American R&B got picked up by Jamaican musicians, the beat slid over and reggae was born. When English musicians heard American folk-blues, they amplified it and transmogrified it into a potent strain of rock ‘n roll. The process is never neat and tidy, nor is the result, but the vitality of the expression is enhanced.

Guy Klucevsek. Photo: Eleonora Alberto.

With the news coming at us full speed daily, fractious and invasive, do we have any sacred space in which to dwell? Two recent recordings, by the ensemble Pitch, Rhythm and Consciousness and by pianist Isaiah J. Thompson, engage in musical explorations of this question, newly imagining how traditional forms of worship can merge with ever-evolving musical practices.

Tony Jones and Charlie Burnham from Pitch, Rhythm and Consciousness. Photo: Jessica Jones.

Located a few doors down from the Gowanus Canal, IBeam Brooklyn evokes the days of loft jazz, with its plywood floors, white brick enclosure, and high ceilings. Blank sandstone-colored panels punctuate the walls, and three large canvases surrounding the performers—roughly evoking Gerhard Richter, Franz Kline, and Japanese calligraphy—read as pillars of abstraction, testaments to the possibilities of open-ended thought.

Carol Liebowitz and Nick Lyons. Photo: Stephan Schmidt.

It was not so long ago that celebrating the art of different cultures was the natural outgrowth of music in our country. After all, music is known as the universal language, and recognizing its different paths and ways of growing and recombining fit our national narrative. One of the abrupt shocks of a nativist, isolationist vision of politics is its corrosion of this narrative. Yet Magos Herrera and her fellow transnational musicians continue to resist this approach.

Magos Herrera performing at National Sawdust. Photo: Diana Perez.

From March through May of this year, Ars Nova Workshop will present special twenty-fifth anniversary programming, with concerts that range across the musical spectrum. These will include John Zorn’s New Masada Quartet, Thurston Moore, The Messthetics with James Brandon Lewis, and Roscoe Mitchell with Tyshawn Sorey. This is a capstone and show of strength for an organization that has presented such major figures as Cecil Taylor, Rhys Chatham, Henry Threadgill, and Vijay Iyer.

Mark Christman. Photo: Naomieh Jovin.

Co-founded in 2007 by musicians Rob Garcia, Michel Gentile, and Daniel Kelly, Connection Works’ mission is to operate as “an artist-run non-profit organization that engages the Brooklyn community with world-class jazz performances and educational events.”

Rob Garcia, Daniel Kelly, and Michel Gentile. Courtesy Garcia, Kelly, and Gentile.

Music for Broken Violins is a fascinating project by violinist Marija Kovačević. Born in Serbia and now based in New York, she was working as a violin teacher at the Brooklyn Music School when she happened upon a closet that was stuffed with broken violins. Kovačević decided to work with them as they were—to seek out whatever beauty might remain in their battered forms.

Marija Kovacevic. Photo: Herlander Almeida.

For Black South African artists, the past that needs to be reckoned with includes the intense pain, the ghosts, of apartheid. Yet it was out of this oppressed culture that there arose arguably the first major star of the genre known as world music: Miriam Makeba.

Thandiswa Mazwai. Courtesy the artist.

I thought of that when considering the astonishing life and career of the drummer Max Roach, whose centennial is being celebrated with concerts, lectures, and a terrific documentary named after one of his solo percussion pieces, The Drum Also Waltzes.

Kojo Roney. Courtesy the artist.

Summoning that will to change, and bringing people together to do so, is an essential challenge. Initiatives like the Habibi Festival allow us not only to envision this transformation, but to accelerate into change.

Reawakenings
Usually, I associate music with joy. It transports me out of the regular confines of life and into another realm, one imbued with a greater depth of feeling. As the drummer Art Blakey put it, “music washes away the dust of everyday life.”
Perennials. Photo courtesy the artist.
In the realm of music writing today, there are many approaches, but to my mind, the most successful are often the simplest.
Joel Harrison. Courtesy the artist.
Over the course of one weekend in June, the Brooklyn International Music Festival is just one of the many initiatives created by the husband-and-wife team of Geoff and Lynette Wiley, who founded Jalopy in 2006 as a home for traditional music. Their focus had been on American folk music, but they have found common ground with roots music from around the world.
Maalem Hassan BenJaafar of Saha Gnawa. Courtesy the artist.
Kahil El’Zabar is a composer, arranger, and performer who has led the Ethnic Heritage Ensemble for fifty years, a major feat. The band has changed members and configurations often over the decades—it is currently a trio, with guests dropping in and out—but throughout its history it has been animated and driven forward by a singular vision, an integration of Black vernacular music and African-leaning instrumentation, anchored by its leader’s distinctive and passionate approach to percussion.
Kahil El’Zabar. Courtesy the artist.
For the United States to be considered a respecter and protector of human rights, it must first actually value immigrants. With that comes a recognition of the strength found in hybridity. In the arts, as in many other areas, we can see and feel what is gained by drawing from and combining the best qualities of diverse cultures.
Shoko Nagai's Tokala:  (left to right) Shoko Nagai, Sita Chay, Sakoshi Takeishi. Courtesy the artists.
One bright light I came upon recently was an ambitious series of filmed performances that were released on this year’s solstice, though recorded in February 2022. It involved six duos, grouped by instrument—performed by some of the best improvisers out there—interacting with the sound-sculptures of the extraordinary designer Harry Bertoia.
Harry Bertoia with one of his sound sculptures. Courtesy the Estate of Harry Bertoia.
For nearly twenty years, the artist Fred Tomaselli has made artwork based on the front page of the New York Times. He’ll usually take the main photograph used above the fold as his jumping off point, doctoring it in any number of ways—exploding it with color, turning it psychedelic, making a free-associative counterpoint to the sober news stories filling the page.
Roy Nathanson. Photo: Charna Meyers.
I just made it to the last hour of the last day of a show I had been meaning to see, Blaise Cendrars (1887–1961): Poetry is Everything at the Morgan Library. Friends recommended it, knowing of my interest in ekphrasis: the interpretation of one art form via another, as in a poem written about a painting.
Astghik Martirosyan. Photo by Mel Taing.
A run of late-summer concerts—one presented by Jazzmobile, the others comprising the main events in the Charlie Parker Jazz Festival—showed again the power and primacy of remembrance in finding a way forward.
Terell Stafford (left) and Charles McPherson. Photo: Sean Jamar.
What is a young Palestinian-American artist to make of these seismic changes? For electronic musician Omar Ahmad, raised in Brooklyn but with strong family ties to his ancestral home, the way forward is through the creation of open sonic space in which to explore possibilities.
Omar Ahmad performing at The Sultan Room. Photo: Dominic Zimmerman.
What a difference a year makes. As the summer solstice approached in 2022, most of us were still dragging through the final stages of the pandemic, wondering how it would end. There was a deep sense of lingering frustration, even disbelief, that more than two years after it began we still faced restrictions and fear of new variants. Suddenly, this summer, all that feels gone.
Oyu Oro. Courtesy Lincoln Center.
The recent passing of the singer, actor, and activist Harry Belafonte got me thinking of the strange roads folk music has traveled in this country. When Bob Dylan came onto the scene in 1961, people thought of him as the first folk superstar. But as Dylan takes pains to point out in his unconventional and brilliant memoir, Chronicles: Volume One, the whole idea of folk music is that it derives from traditions going back centuries.
Joe Henry. Photo: Ray Foley.
Through his work, Hal Willner showed us a sometimes hidden, but always-needs-to-be-revealed fact, that we contain multitudes. People of all stripes dig music of all stripes.
Hal Wilner's Amacord at Roulette. Courtesy Roulette. Photo: Todd Weinstein.
Sometimes the mood is doom, or at least some inchoate but powerful feeling. This may be best expressed by phrases that loop and mutate slowly, thickly, allowing for extended immersion in a kind of amniotic environment. Here, the repetition, the lack of typical progression or resolution, the indeterminacy, becomes a path to freedom or release.
The Necks. Photo by Alan Murphy.
Musicians often make their mark young, which makes sense given the energy and determination required to do so. They then must transform that early gift through the course of a life in order to sustain a career.
Billy Harper. Photo courtesy the artist.
Burnham has been a key player in a wide range of recordings over the decades, starting his career with a loud bang as part of the trio that free jazz/deep blues guitarist James Blood Ulmer assembled to record the landmark Odyssey album in 1983. This record hit the scene hard, blasting through distinctions of genre with a fine disregard for any perceived boundaries.
Charlie Burnham. Photo courtesy the artist.
Musicians are always playing off one another, and their own sounds are altered by these different contexts. Guitarist Grant Green sounds very different on two separate recordings of “My Favorite Things,” one with the low-slung, stepped-back style of pianist Sonny Clark, another with the ethereal modal reach of pianist McCoy Tyner. And these particularities are not limited to the musicians, but to the spaces in which the music is played.
Avram Fefer.  Photo courtesy the artist.
Among music’s many other powers is the ability to cross boundaries and make intuitive connections between cultures. In the recognition of that is our own godlike feeling, the ability to travel over the earth, to fly free and to apprehend.
Yosef Gutman. Photo courtesy of the artist.
The art of the music doc has seemed especially strong the last fifteen years or so. Filmmakers in the digital era have access to so many different kinds of source material, and they can sometimes create richer portraits with them.
Oumou Sangaré. Photo courtesy oumousangareofficial.com.
Composer and drummer Tyshawn Sorey has emerged as a major statesman on the scene. The New Yorker has called him “an extraordinary talent who can see across the entire musical landscape,” and the New York Times, raising the stakes, has described him as “an artist who is at the nexus of the music industry’s artistic and social concerns.”
Left to Right: Aaron Diehl, Tyshawn Sorey, Matt Brewer. Photo By John Rogers.
The stellar ensemble the Knights has taken up a kind of residence at the lovely Naumburg Bandshell, presenting eclectic programs like one with violinist Lara St. John, ranging from Mendelssohn to the premiere of a piece by Israeli composer Avner Dorman.
The Knights at the Naumburg Bandshell. Photo by Zac Nicholson.
When pianist Vadim Neselovskyi played at a benefit for Ukraine at Roulette in April, he brought something that the other participants, even major figures like Fred Hersch and John Zorn, could not: a life spent growing up in the country by the Black Sea, in particular the ancient port town of Odesa.
Vadim Neselovskyi. Photo: Yaroslavna Chernova.
This extraordinary tale tracks a season among seasonal female workers in northern Italy, doing the back-breaking work of rice planting and processing. One of the centerpiece moments in this story is a nighttime gathering of workers, many of them clustered around the alluring figure of Silvana Mangaro, dancing to American boogie-woogie on the phonograph.
Marisa Monte. Photo: Sachyn Mital.
Pianist and composer Myra Melford makes wide-ranging, imaginative music that is about … music. On her new recording, For the Love of Fire and Water (RogueArt), she has assembled a superb group that she calls her Fire and Water Quintet—featuring guitarist Mary Halvorson, saxophonist Ingrid Laubrock, cellist Tomeka Reid, and percussionist Susie Ibarra—to explore the sonorities and possibilities of improvised music.
Myra Melford. Photo: Don Dixon.
Since her beginnings as a key member of the Black Arts movement in the 1960s and seventies, Nikki Giovanni has shared her distinctive poetic voice with us. Hearing her doing so in this context feels like a homecoming.
Javon Jackson and Nikki Giovanni. Photo: Shaban R. Athuman.
The year 2021 saw two outstanding polymath artists celebrated for their achievements in what turned out to be the final months of their lives: Lebanese poet-painter-novelist-journalist-playwright Etel Adnan, subject of an exhibition, Light’s New Measure, at the Guggenheim, and American percussionist-martial artist-herbalist-sculptor Milford Graves, whose solo show Fundamental Frequency at Artists Space grew out of another one at the ICA in Philadelphia last year.
Milford Graves, NY, 1987. Photo: Lona Foote. Courtesy the Photo Estate of Lona Foote.
The year is almost over. Is the pandemic? We are all poised to return to our former lives, to jump back into the pool of possibilities that life in New York offers. While following the rules and watching the statistics, we are left to wonder if we have learned anything from this, other than how much can be done on a computer (and how much of true living that leaves out).
Rivers of Sound. Photo by Tom Beetz.
The name of the band came about because it can be read to mean a gathering, particularly a religious one, or “con clavé.” “’Clavé’ means key, and as an instrument and as a rhythm, the clavé holds all this music together. Through these connections, the ancestors are speaking to you and through you.”
Cesar Toribio and Conclave at The Cloisters. Photo: Paula Lobo.
From a single session in 1939 grew an inimitable label devoted to jazz “with a feeling,” as they described it. Blue Note moved from swing into bebop, then fell into its role, for about 10 years, as the defining label of hard bop.
Makaya McCraven. Photo courtesy of the artist.
Live music in New York City in the summertime: nothing could be more natural, or more welcome. But after the canceled summer of 2020, nobody knew what to expect this year.
Matthew Shipp at Pioneer Works. Photo by Eva Kapanadze.
Batish celebrates hybridity, while also recognizing its costs.
From left to right is: Lucas Hahn, Shay Shalov, Keshav Batish, and Aron Caceres. Photo by Timo Novello.
Her new release with the group, coming out in June on her label, Leni Stern Recordings (LSR), is called Dance, and it was recorded in NYC in the COVID summer of 2020: “The music has a drama to it. It’s really uplifting, even though the time it was made in was very dark.”
Leni Stern. Photo by Sandrine Lee.
“Reconstructing a Dream” is the oneiric opening track on guitarist Jakob Bro’s recent release, Uma Elmo (ECM), and it is up to the challenge of its title.
Jorge Rossy, Jakob Bro, and Arve Henriksen. Photo by Andreas Koefoed.
Pianist and composer Cat Toren combines classical training with a commitment to the questing, open-ended nature of free jazz. Her playing is lyrical and spare, with a deep affinity for the qualities of space and silence. Likewise, her composing is attuned to the importance of simplicity.
Cat Toren and Oscelot. Photo by Luke Marantz.
And so this is Christmas, and what have you done? If you're like a lot of people, very little. Or less than you'd hoped. Or it's hard to remember. Or all three.
Hal Willner. Photo by annul
Užupis is also the name of a band led by American drummer and vibraphonist Kenny Wollesen, who found inspiration in the place. The band was planning to come together in order to play the Vilnius Jazz Festival, one of the best in Europe, in October, but the pandemic prevented the group from uniting there. The longtime artistic director, Antanas Gustys, found a creative solution.
Kenny Wolleson. Photo: Mae Moreno.
Orsós is always illuminating the community around him, sometimes literally.
Ephemeral Geometry projected on the Brooklyn Library. Photo: Gregg Richards.
I’ve sometimes puzzled over what people mean when they say, “be fully present.” But my nights at Barbès often provided a natural version of that phrase. It was like a literal expression of that beautiful Rumi line, “I have fallen into the place where everything is music.”
Olivier Conan. Courtesy Olivier Conan.
So now we stumble headlong into the majesty of fall, autumn in New York. It won’t contain its usual energy, its rush of activity, the endless stream of cultural refreshment. What will take its place?
Listening In: All the Way Live
In this column last month, for a piece called “Vision and Revision,” I concluded with a poem by Rumi (“The Guest House”) about the inevitability of change, and the need to accept it. The story struck a fairly optimistic note. But if I am honest, my predominant feeling lately has been one of dread. To open the newspaper is to unleash a cascade of barely imaginable stories. Yet how can we be surprised when we knew? The answer: We don’t want to know.
Image courtesy the author.
For the time being, we carried on. On March 4, I saw the concert, and it was spectacular. I looked around Town Hall, its 1,400 seats gradually filling, and thought, “Should I really be here?” A cough from an audience member set off a shudder of alarm.
Marshall Allen at Town Hall. Photo: Alan Nahigian.
The Knockdown Center is a former window and door-frame factory in Maspeth, Queens, that has been transformed into a multi-purpose arts center. It has hosted concerts and exhibitions in the past, but has now taken a big step forward by starting to produce events of its own. One of these is a new series called Outline.
Ben LaMar Gay. Photo courtesy of the Knockdown Center.
The films Scholl creates are open-ended; “they’re narrative, but in a non-narrative context,” says Ulrich. “It’s sort of like how we describe the music of Big Lazy, which people are always calling noir and cinematic: ‘We write the music, you write the script.’”  
With its scores of stages already filled with superb musicians every night, does New York need a Jazzfest? I’d say a strong yes. Besides offering a comparatively cheap way to see a ton of great music, it does link disparate musicians and their audiences in a larger enterprise.
Bill Laswell at SOBs. Photo: Robert Sutherland-Cohen.
The sound of Antibalas (Spanish for “bulletproof”) is thunderous. When this 15-piece horn-heavy ensemble is on stage, the effect is orchestral. Interlocking rhythms create a form of internal combustion, a self-generating energy source.
Amayo. Image courtesy of Antibalas.
Choreographer Trisha Brown once said of the artist Robert Rauschenberg, “[He] arrives fresh at the scene of the accident he’s about to create.” I ran that line by composer and clarinetist Ben Goldberg recently, because it reminded me of his approach.
Ben Goldberg at de Singer. Photo by Guy van de Poel
I was in a state of high excitement at the prospect of seeing Pharoah Sanders play the Celebrate Brooklyn festival in June 2018. This was not just another musician gracing the great outdoor amphitheater stage in Prospect Park.
Pharoah Sanders, December 2006. Photo: Dmitry Scherbie, CC-SA 2.0
The Charles Street Synagogue occupies a narrow, slightly ramshackle brownstone in the West Village. Inside the temple’s low-ceilinged main room, where the Andy Statman Trio has had a monthly gig for the past eighteen years, a long folding table covered with a plastic cloth holds halvah, currants, and macademia nuts, a perfect Jewish tableau completed by a box of Manischewitz marble cake mix.
Andy Statman. Photo: Larry Eagle.

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