The magic comes on stage occasionally. Arises from the withered hands of a virtuoso musician masterfully wielding the bass. The piano and drums accompany him in his ritual cleansing as the audience ecstatic smiles and shakes his head to the beat of a Sephardic song that fills the hearts of those who were his neighbors one day.
Jazz draws on everything that crosses their path. Does not distinguish black from white, Muslim, Jewish, Latin flamenco. Absolutely everything has a place in this universal language and few musicians are able to express and Avishai Cohen. The homogeneous mixture that gets caught from the first chord from the first note you press on your bass and leads you travel from Israel to America, stopping in Spain or in a jazz club located in New Orleans, so the title of his latest album, Seven Seas (Seven Seas), comes in handy.
The journey there are moments of peace but a storm suddenly puts you on alert and the thunder of drums tolled by Amir Bresler between giant waves plunge you into a sea bottom full of harmonies made by an inspired Shai Maestro. Cradled between huge whales headed for new ports, rescuing sailors floating in the wreckage of a pirate ship, fleeing the mermaids singing, touching the sky with the mast.
And almost without realizing it, we reached the coast of Cuba, where the sea becomes and the meats are nodding to the beat of a tumbao. The concert comes to an end but it is time for the farewell party. Odysseus came to Ithaca.
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