I made a tactical error by not buying tickets in advance, so the tent was sold out. Andy and I were sitting at a picnic table way out on Nathan Phillips Square, too far to see, but easily close enough for amplified sound.
I don’t understand why the jazz festival organizers decided to book three great New York-based guitar players on the same bill. I would have paid to see them separately, on three different nights. John Abercrombie was on first. Zooming out my camera to maximum (432 mm), I photographed images that I couldn’t see with my unaided eyes.
On bass was Chris Minh Doky, who I’ve never seen play live, before.
After dark, John Scofield came on as the third great guitarist on the bill.
Another player that I haven’t seen previous — Steve Swallow — played bass.
It was a nice summer night. I didn’t stay out too late, and walked to the other side of Toronto City Hall to pick up my bike to ride home.
I had seen Donny McCaslin play with a different group of sidemen just barely a few days earlier in NYC. One reason for the repeat visit was for Ryan to have the opportunity to see musicians playing live.
Diana came to this show with me because (a) the music was more mellow than most of the jazz I hear, and (b) the venue was soft seats with easy sightlines.
My one disappointment for this year was the cancellation of the Esbjorn Svensson Trio, due to the tragic death of the pianist a few weeks earlier. They’re currently one of my favourite bands, and I’ll never have the opportunity to see them perform live.