Something clever happened here – Snarky Puppy sold a version of jazz to an audience of hipster-indie fans and boofheads (and some genuine jazzers too I guess…) and I wanted to know a bit more about that, having only heard some of their recordings and having missed their previous visits to the country. It blows me away they can sell so many tickets. There’s no qualms with the musicians or musicianship – it’s tight, they’re good. But what is it all doing? At the end of the gig I was no more aware. In that I liked it. It was impossible to walk away disappointed in that sense. But there was nothing memorable about it. And several of the key players even looked bored.
I was meant to review it – and had best intentions to do so. But then Easter arrived and school holidays and those things along with a weird feeling of genuinely not knowing what the buzz was (even after seeing them) meant that I didn’t write anything.
And this is only here because someone online had asked me if I reviewed it. And I said no. And then thought I’d write this. And now I realise I probably shouldn’t have bothered. I feel like Snarky Puppy fans would expect nothing less than a rave-review every time. But I can’t do that. I am glad I saw the show. It was at the very least interesting-enough. And I was curious. But I felt strangely, almost profoundly un-moved. Never has groovy music been made to feel so joyless and grooveless.
Stubs is an occasional feature here at Off The Tracks – looking back through the ticket-stub box and remembering how the show went down.