NEW YORK, NY.- Some artists earn the multihyphenate label by doing two or three things. But Douglas R. Ewart works on a whole other level.
That much was clear when this composer, visual artist, poet, multi-instrumentalist and instrument-maker put on a true multimedia event at the Chelsea Factory on Friday night. He gave a thrilling tour of his varied creativity in the company of a violist, cellist, bassoonist and two percussionists from the International Contemporary Ensemble whose new leader, George E. Lewis, organized the concert, making his curatorial debut with the group.
In the lobby were three of Ewarts sculptures (including one dedicated to jazz musician Eric Dolphy), and inside the hall hung five of his paintings (including one titled Rasta in Sun Ra). Beneath those canvases, the concert featured some shimmering, percussive work from 76-year-old Ewart on a tall wooden staff outfitted with a sequence of Bundt pans, which he called The George Floyd Bunt Staff. (More on the chiaroscuro effect of that Bundt/bunt ambiguity later.)
Also on offer was Ewarts piping, ecstatic approach to the sopranino saxophone, informed by bebop and the avant-garde alike. And there was plenty of meditative yet tuneful chamber-music writing for the full ensemble, which the composer sometimes underlined with performances on a series of flutes.
Elsewhere, Ewart gave somber, spoken-word testaments to Floyds memory, in addition to more slyly humorous commentaries on contemporary discussions of race. One such aperçu involved his interrogation of the phrase unapologetically Black, with him saying, I am not unapologetically anything, because when I say that, I have already apologized.
Other compositions offered space for Ewart to celebrate the practice of sound sifting which he defined as a dedicated process of studying musics mysteries alongside playing from the ensemble members that emphatically endorsed his poetrys quality of exultation.
It sounds like theres a lot going on here. But while undeniably jam-packed and charged with grave themes, the evening progressed with a sense of unhurried equanimity. That was, in large part, thanks to the figure cut by Ewart; when he paced the stage to grab a new instrument, you could hear bells tucked away in the pockets of his colorful, homemade concert suit jangling peaceably.
The International Contemporary Ensemble had commissioned the evenings first through-composed piece, Songs and Stories of Hopes, Dreams and Visions, and throughout, the players were on Ewarts same wavelength: intense yet generous. At the outset of the concerts first half a 40-minute set that included three works played without a break percussionists Nathan Davis (on vibraphone) and Clara Warnaar (on marimba) collaborated on dreamy, interlocking mallet-instrument patterns that recalled past Ewart projects that have involved choirs of similar instruments.
Rebekah Heller, the ensembles bassoonist, responded to the upward-swooping graphic notation of Red Hills with a peppery excitement that rivaled earlier interpretations of it. (This piece was previously documented during a 1981 concert in Detroit, which has recently been reissued digitally on Bandcamp.)
That members of the International Contemporary Ensemble could stack up so well against the recorded legacy of an artist such as Ewart was no small thing. Credit also goes to Lewis, the ensembles new artistic director. This pathbreaking trombonist, composer and scholar literally wrote the book on the Association for the Advancement of Creative Musicians, the organization that provided schooling to Ewart in the 1960s, after he immigrated from Jamaica. (Ewart later served as chair of that influential organization.)
During the intermission Friday, Lewis interviewed Ewart, a longtime collaborator, onstage. They amiably referred to moments in their history together, which includes a memorable 1979 duo recording on the Black Saint imprint.
Given that relationship, Lewis was an ideal figure to extract more from Ewart about the ambiguities only hinted at in the performances staging and program notes. Such as: Why was the percussion instrument that Ewart employed during Homage to George Floyd billed as The George Floyd Bunt Staff, when it was clearly built from a series of Bundt pans? Channeling the serious-and-witty ingenuity of his music, Ewart responded with a sports analogy. He noted that Floyds death had catalyzed protests that had helped the national conversation to advance, like the sacrifice bunt in baseball.
Such poetic abstraction risks sounding flip out of context, but the qualities of Ewarts compositional practice made the gesture seem more like an authentic celebration of multiplicity and invention. The variety of tones he elicited from this instrument helped make the ambit of the tribute clear. When rapidly twirling it, and dragging the edges of a particular pan against a drumstick, he created a haunting, skittering effect a restless signal of warning. When striking it directly, he could produce profoundly resonant gonglike sounds.
This elegant shift from the grave to the exultant was heard again during the finale of the concerts second half, which reached a climax with a fully notated piece for the ensemble players, Truth is Power, in which Ewart improvised on sopranino saxophone.
It was a raucous, exciting conclusion to the show. And it was just a taste of what Lewis directorship of the International Contemporary Ensemble could bring. How many other artists like Ewart might benefit from having their larger works receive this kind of attention? The possibilities are extensive, and tantalizing.
This article originally appeared in
The New York Times.