As I see it, to be able to enjoy instrumental music you must be able to appreciate art. Classical music is like a representation of a painting. Whereas, jazz is like abstract art, and that requires a certain amount of effort.
While the combination of a Gypsy Mass and Flamenco was unknown to me until yesterday, it was the object of adoration at All Saint’s Parish in Beverly Hills on Sunday afternoon, June 21. Held in the chapel, the venue provided the perfect acoustics for Drew Croon’s Misa Gitana Andaluza.
Whenever people ask me where I live, I say “Las Vegas,” and pause a beat, and add “Not near the strip”. As if defending myself that I am not a gambler, nor a drinker or a smoker. It elicits opposing reactions; a blank stare, a sneer or downright hostility.
Sometimes, with a nervous mannerism, he reminds me of actor Gene Wilder, delivering a mad spark that explodes into manic hilarity. But it’s his Yiddish that hurls me onto the floor, although I don’t understand a word, it sounds like he’s either coughing or spitting in your face, and the audience cackles from his animation.