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He's been up for a Grammy and he's had a street in the Bronx named after
him. This album, however, could prove to be Bobby
Sanabria's greatest achievement.
Put simply, you just don't hear music like this very often-music displaying
broad dynamic range, exquisite arrangements, luxurious sonic textures, and
raw excitement that scans far and wide for inspiration. After spinning Big
Band Urban Folktales, you may well be exhausted by the energy output but
you'll feel tremendously fulfilled. This man, Sanabria, who is a drummer,
percussionist, bandleader, composer, arranger and educator, is obviously
the real deal. And on this album, he deals.
Such is the case on the opener "57th Street Mambo", in which Bobby
and band positively rock the introductory cha cha cha rhythm, slamming
into Afro-influenced 6/8 (approximately the 1:00 mark). Just as you're
wondering, "Great,
but this is no mambo chorus!", the loping groove is quickly replaced
(1:14) by something more appropriate to spur on Michael Phillip Mossman's
trumpet solo. Meanwhile, those who know Bobby as the gatekeeper of
New York Latin-jazz traditions meet the other Bobby, a particularly
relentless drummer, trading fours on a drum kit spiked with a full
complement of LP instruments, including bells, Jam
Blocks, and, particularly
noticeable on this track, the Timbalitos. The drum tuning is organic and
fat, the phrasing simultaneously edgy and traditional-it makes one wonder
why Bobby is not cited more often as a hot Latin drummer. He's certainly
got the goods. In that regard, check out Bobby on the 2006 Modern Drummer
Festival DVD (Hudson). Back to our tune, dial up 4:19 on your counter for
evidence of Bobby's soloing prowess. The band re-enters with some stunner
lines and then winds down, the sustain pedal of the piano (Yeissonn Villamar)
left in down position, allowing a trailing, low-frequency rumble to hang
in the air.
Past the dancing "Pink", a combination of cha cha cha, funk and
son montuno Bobby likes to call "son funk-tuno", to the blues standard "Since
I Fell For You", at first a little curious, what with its bolero-rock
treatment and initially square-ish vocal phrasing by Charanee Wade. She soon
begins to relax and stretch, as do the rhythmic underpinnings: swing then
back to bolero. Catch her scatting at 4:33 against a vocal chorus "since
I fell for you"-really effective.
Effective is the word for a Jeremy Fletcher composition/arrangement "D
Train", wherein Tim Sessions accomplishes that rolling subway feeling
on trombone. Before you catch his solo, check out (1:40) Bobby's terse drum
lead-in-zap, as if something dropped down onto the third rail!
"El Ache' de Sanabria" is an Afro-Cuban pumper in which fellow
LP artists Christian Rivera on congas and Giancarlo Anderson on bongos provide tactical support as the orchestra weaves through cha cha cha,
son montuno, funk, rumba and comparsa to a finale that includes an
explosive 6/8 bembe section. Here Bobby solos on conga with a stick;
also on marimba and bata in the closing.
Bobby nails it again on "The Crab", a Joe Fiedler (begging for
pun on fiddler!) hard-nosed funk groover that has Bobby playing cascara type
patterns on the hats, bells-and even on the edge of a Chinese cymbal, a first!
"Blues For Booty Shakers" (play track above) provides a nice change
of timbre with the introductory theme stated on vibraphone. A Sanabria
composition/arrangement it slinks along, each twelve-bar phrase increasing
in intensity. At one point, stalwart Peter Brainin solos on tenor,
and a double-time horn chorus probes in the background, the latter
echoed near the exit of the tune (3:15). The
wide stylistic void between "Blues" and "The Crab" proves
that if a body of work is played with intensity, excellence and is
extremely well-recorded, there can exist a true and good "fusion" of
styles within an album-not an arbitrary potpourri of styles done for
cleverness' sake.
Speaking of which, believe it, the next track is Bobby's interpretation
of Frank Zappa's "The Grand Wazoo", translated into an arrangement
by trombonist Joe Fiedler, who takes a great solo with mute. A shout vocal
chorus, swung heavily, begins at roughly 3:00 and, curiously, harkens to
Cab Calloway. Zappa to Calloway? It works fine-certainly as well as the original-particularly
Dave De Jesus' whacked out soprano sax solo.
And following a reflective "Obrigado Mestre", it's time to pose a
well-justified question: Is it Grammy time again for Mr. Sanabria? His 2001
big band recording, Afro-Cuban Dream: Live and in Clave was a nominee. The
current album has an excellent chance of walking away with the award itself!
For more information, please visit: www.bobbysanbria.com.
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