An ode to Kyle Shepherd’s Dream State

Years ago, while living in Cape Town, a friend called me late on a Friday night. Did I want to go on a road-trip to the Northern Cape? To check out a couple of venues for a music festival? For a charity founded by one of South Africa’s most famous jazz pianists? Um, yes. We’d leave at 5.30 in the morning. Spend most of Saturday and Sunday on the road, in a pick-up truck driven by said pianist’s energetic driver and all-round point man. We’d inspect an old Dutch church, explore and imagine music and dancing on an expansive, sandy reserve in the “Green Kalahari,” walk around a sleepy Afrikaans town. All the while wondering how on earth we landed on this surreal adventure. We passed the time on the road talking, laughing, endlessly entertained by the many stories our driver-turned-friend told. We stopped often to breathe in the beautiful, sometimes harsh, landscape. I finally got round to finishing Chimamanda’s “Half of a Yellow Sun.” And we were back in time for work on Monday morning, like nothing short of magical had happened that weekend.

But what has this got to do with Kyle Shepherd’s album, Dream State?

In coping with a recent loss, I’ve been looking back at the moments I’ve felt inspired, happy, at peace. The crazy joyride to the Green Kalahari. Sunny Sunday drives along Cape Town’s scenic coastline. The first time I saw Kyle Shepherd (piano), Shane Cooper (double bass) and Jonno Sweetman (drums) play at Straight No Chaser, an unpretentious hole-in-the-wall jazz club, in Cape Town’s city bowl.

There is something quietly endearing about these three musicians, each charting their own path and making a powerful impression on South African jazz. The night I saw them at Straight No Chaser, Shepherd sat hunched over the keys in a shy, meditative (ha, dream!) state. He would lead and retreat with fiery, yet soothing melodies that not only captured his distinctly delicate, emotive sound, but that also paid homage to Cape Jazz – the region’s unique blend of colourful carnival music, Southern African gospel, and jazz. Cooper, similarly reserved, was commanding on the double bass. But Sweetman stole the show (for me, anyway) with his sensitive, captivating rhythm. The chemistry between them was palpable.

Dream State, a 2-disc, 21-track album released in 2014, captures the trio on their ascent. I will always love Flying Without Leaving the Ground, the sixth track on the album. It draws you in, as though you’re on a brisk walk, determined to reach a destination you’re unsure of. So you stop, walk on, stop, walk on again. You do this a few times, making slow progress, until eventually you hit a fork in the road. A rush of energy, excitement comes over you, and suddenly you realise you know where you’re going. You hop, skip, run, down the path you’ve chosen. Almost forgetting where you came from. The album is sprinkled with songs that feel like this – like journeys, like home, like celebrations, and meditations. In The Seeker, the mood turns prayerful, as Shepherd stretches each note into quiet, empty space, while Cooper’s mellow bass and Sweetman’s whispering drums usher the piano’s melody softly along the wind. It is beautiful, and healing.

I’ve listened to this album, from start to finish, multiple times over the last few weeks. At the time I saw the trio live in Cape Town, I told myself I’d write a book about the budding musicians driving Cape Town’s jazz scene, many of whom were emerging from the University of Cape Town’s South African College of Music. But I think the book is writing itself. Today, Shepherd has carved out a niche for himself in film and theatre, with a string of original film and TV scores, and working recently as co-composer on William Kentridge‘s “Waiting for Sybil” theatre production. Cooper now leads an ensemble of young Joburg-based jazz instrumentalists (with Sweetman on drums), under the band name MABUTA. Their first of two studio albums, Welcome to This World, is a treat.

So what does that road-trip have to do with Kyle Shepherd’s Dream State, again? Well, I suppose it’s that the album captures that weekend perfectly, with it’s joyful, dreamy sound. Shepherd has another track though, not on the Dream State, that also reminds me of that trip. A.I, from his 2011 album FineART, is an enveloping Cape Jazz spiritual – it’s modest, moving melody a tribute to Abdullah Ibrahim, South Africa’s most famous jazz pianist (wink).

Remembering my jazz marathon at the 2019 NYC Winter Jazz Festival

For whatever reason, I can’t get the cold, bustling jazz-filled nights at the 2019 NYC winter jazzfest out of my mind. Perhaps it’s because I’m feeling a little FOMO watching the post-pandemic return of the winter jazzfest from the other side of the pond. But almost 5 years later, I still find myself reminiscing about Butcher Brown’s groovy set at the Mercury Lounge, and the transcendent, hip-hop infused celebration of Black jazz at the Bowery Ballroom-courtesy of Makaya McCraven, Joel Ross, Meshell Ndegeocello, Georgia Anne Muldrow, Chris Dave and the Drumhedz, and so, so many more. Those nights at the Bowery Ballroom, standing alone in the heaving crowd, drink-in-hand-with-eyes-closed, I felt like I was witnessing an ominous moment in jazz.

Thundercat (bass guitar), Bilal (vocals) and Chris “Daddy” Dave (drums) at the Bowery Ballroom

Three performances stood out during the festival’s Manhattan marathon- a Friday and Saturday night of back-to-back shows spread across Lower Manhattan’s live music venues.

First up, Takuya Kuroda. I’d known him as José James’ trumpet player, and hadn’t thought much of him beyond that (my bad, clearly). Kuroda’s funky, energetic yet slightly reserved performance blew me away, and I left New York with a new-found respect for him. The title track of his latest album, Midnight Crisp has the same understated magic.

Next up, Butcher Brown. I’d been dying to see them live since I stumbled across their first album, ‘All Purpose Music’ on Spotify. The Virginia-based band create a unique blend of contemporary jazz, soul, funk, hip-hop, rock, you name it. It’s hard to put a label on their sound. Their performance of Sticky July at the jazzfest was delectable, with a rhythmic improvisation I wish they’d captured in the studio version. Their 2022 album, ‘Butcher Brown Presents Triple Trey’ sees the band take a slight turn, fully embracing their hip-hop and big-band roots. I’m not a huge fan of this new sound, but Freeze Me is a head-nodding favourite.

Last, but definitely not least: Chris Dave and the Drumhedz. I knew Chris “Daddy” Dave as the illustrious drummer in the Robert Glasper Trio/Experiment (and it turns out he’s one of those unsung heroes who’s played drums for everyone from Adele to D’Angelo). I’d discovered the Robert Glasper Experiment while studying in the UK in the early 2010s. Glasper has charted an adventurous path from the Trio’s mellow compositions to the avant-garde R&B and hip-hop-heavy sound that the Experiment has masterfully captured in the star-studded Black Radio albums. So, I obviously jumped at the opportunity to see the Experiment live at the Barbican in London in 2012, and I’ve been a super-fan (could be read, groupie) since.

Dave took a hiatus from the Experiment to pursue his own project with the Drumhedz. The result was an assured self-titled album, Chris Dave and the Drumhedz released in 2018, that I come back to again and again. Dave has done a couple of solo projects since then, and his signature cool drumming style shines through on Caucasity (language warning) from his 2021 album, ‘Thine People, Vol. 2.’

At the winter jazzfest, Dave led a somewhat start-stop but powerful jam session with special guests Thundercat, Bilal, and almost every musician that had been on stage earlier that night (Georgia Anne Muldrow’s improv performance with Dave was ancestral). Man, I didn’t want that night to end.

Sooo, it looks like I might be spending next winter in New York.

DC Jazz: DuPont Brass @ Songbyrd Music House & Record Café

In the winter of 2012, a group of five Howard University music students set up a 5-piece brass band outside DuPont Circle metro station, busking to raise extra money to cover their tuition costs. Fast forward 6 years, and DuPont Brass–now an 8-piece ensemble with keys, drums and vocals–played a sold-out show at the Songbyrd Music House & Record Café just a few weeks ago.

Songbyrd’s standing-room-only basement space or“byrd cage” was quickly packed with a diverse audience, who seemed as excited as I was to hear DuPont Brass’ eclectic mix of jazz, hip-hop, soul and R&B (their January 2018 release is aptly named Eclectic Soul). Slightly spilling over the stage, the band started their set with fun, jazzy renditions of popular hip-hop and R&B tracks like Kanye West’s We Major and Slow Jamz, Girls Girls Girls by Jay-Z, and I Love Music, originally a 70’s hit by the O’Jays.

A few original tracks were slipped in here and there, but these seemed to elicit a less enthusiastic reaction from the crowd. I could see why: while individually, the band members are extremely talented (who knew that trumpeter Jared “MK Zulu” Bailey would in one breath spit a powerful rap verse and in another kill a screeching trumpet solo), as a band, their original compositions needed a bit more polishing in my opinion. And stripping down the trumpets to let the keys, tuba and guitar shine through a few times could have given the set more flavour. Only towards the end did we get a glimpse of magic from the band’s guitarist, Deante Haggerty-Willis, hidden at the back of the stage for most of the show. Nevertheless, DuPont Brass throw a pretty damn good party. I’m looking forward to hearing more of their original work soon–they release a new EP, ‘Halftime’, at Pearl Street Warehouse on October 5.

All in all, DuPont Brass’ sold-out show at Songbyrd was a heartwarming testament to how far the band has come, especially at a time when DC’s City Council is considering legislation to regulate amplified noise in public spaces. The controversial bill reflects a growing tension between a new DC being ushered in by rapid gentrification, and an old DC struggling to preserve its character and voice. For the district’s budding musicians, the bill is seen as a real threat to their livelihood and creativity. Should it pass, stories like that of DuPont Brass are likely to be fewer and far between.

Love Supreme Festival 2018 – where London’s jazz scene came to play

I love jazz. Especially the kind that is infused with hip-hop, soul, funk, RnB, Afro-beat, broken beat, you name it. In the last few years, this new wave of “experimental” jazz has taken the mainstream music world by storm – and London seems to be the next frontier. So, it was only fitting that this year’s Love Supreme Festival (my first) was a shameless celebration of London’s young and buzzing jazz scene.

Held over a long weekend in Glynde Place, a sunny patch of green in East Sussex, the Love Supreme Festival is quickly becoming one of the UK’s premier jazz festivals. From a Main Stage that hosts popular, crowd-pleasing headliners, to an Arena showcasing newcomers and left field artists, Love Supreme manages to cater to a wide, and diverse audience of jazz fanatics. For those caught in the middle of the spectrum, like myself, difficult choices had to be made at this year’s festival, as so many great performances overlapped (the #fomo was real).

The music starts on Friday evening, as weekend campers arrive to pitch their tents and settle in. We danced to the Brass Funkeys in one tent, only to find them bobbing their heads with us to the Jay Phelps Quartet in another. This is the beauty of Love Supreme–at any moment, you’re likely rubbing shoulders with the next artist to go up on stage.

Saturday morning, we tinkered with guitars, keyboards and venovas in the YAMAHA tent, and strolled around the festival grounds (yes, I got my face painted in glitter). Then London came to play in the Arena. First up was Alfa Mist, a pianist, producer and beatmaker, who effortlessly lulled the crowd with his unique blend of hip hop, jazz and electronica. His understated nature made his set all the more transcendent. Then came the elegantly-cool Nubya Garcia on saxophone, with Femi Koleoso on drums, Daniel Casimir on double bass and Joe Armon-Jones on piano. Koleoso and Armon-Jones stole the show–fiercely vibing off each other and sending the crowd into a frenzy, Garcia dancing on the sidelines. Armon-Jones would go on to play the keyboard for Mr Jukes (former Bombay Bicycle Club frontman) on the Main Stage, then come back to play with Koleoso and a few others in the Ezra Collective. Ezra Collective’s high-energy blend of jazz, Afro-beat, and reggae pulls you in and consumes you. I turned at one moment to watch the crowd and noticed something special–when people danced to Ezra Collective, they didn’t just dance. They moved, with their eyes closed, smiling, their facial expressions a mix of awe, excitement, and peace–even amidst the fiery sound booming from the stage. To top it off, the band ended their set with a mini-tribute to Fela Kuti’s Water Got no Enemy.

A surprise favourite on Saturday was Rohey, a Norwegian quartet whose lead singer Rohey Taalah filled the Arena with her electric voice and powerful stage presence. She will be one to watch. With my heart full from the performances in the Arena, I didn’t mind so much Elvis Costello*, Saturday’s main headliner, didn’t live up to the standard set by previous headliners on the Main Stage. I wasn’t a fan of Costello before the Festival, and had hoped to be swayed. Alas, that didn’t happen.

Sunday highlights included more Londoners: Tom Misch, who wooed the crowd with his catchy mix of pop, jazz and hip-hop; the creative drummer Moses Boyd and his ensemble The Exodus; and the soulful Zara McFarlane.

I will admit, we missed a lot of great acts on Sunday while saving our energy for the evening shows. Yazz Ahmed (London-based Bahraini trumpeter), Dave Holland, Zakir Hussain and Chris Potter, and Mavis Staples were apparently phenomenal in the Big Top. We did catch a fantastic performance by Steve Winwood–who drew a large and nostalgic crowd, and who quite frankly should have played on the Main Stage. Winwood also had to compete with the pull of the main headliners, Earth Wind and Fire, who were set to start on the Main Stage 15 minutes before the end of Winwood’s show. We caught up with Earth, Wind and Fire a little late, but didn’t miss much. They had saved their best hits for last.

While I was generally underwhelmed with the Main Stage lineup at this year’s Love Supreme, it’s the Arena that will keep me coming back. There’s an energy, hunger and honesty that the up-and-coming crop of London jazz artists bring to the Festival. It’s difficult to describe exactly what that feels like, but it’s definitely plain to see that the future of jazz in the UK is bright. Thanks Love Supreme for giving us a glimpse of the exciting London scene.

*It was soon made public that Costello cancelled the rest of his tour due to a serious illness.