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BLUNT<br />
ASSESSMENT<br />
54 DOWNBEAT April 2009<br />
WITH HIS MUSIC<br />
AND WORDS, MARTIAL<br />
SOLAL KNOWS NO<br />
OTHER WAY BUT TO<br />
SPEAK HIS MIND<br />
By Ted Panken<br />
Photo by Carol Epinette/Dalle<br />
On New Year’s Eve in Orvieto, Italy,<br />
Martial Solal, having just arrived in<br />
town, sat with his wife at a center<br />
table in the second-floor banquet room of<br />
Ristorante San Francisco, where a raucous<br />
cohort of musicians, personnel and guests of<br />
the Umbria Jazz Winter festival were eating,<br />
drinking and making merry. Solal quietly<br />
sipped mineral water and nibbled on his food.<br />
“It is difficult to dine here,” Solal said with a<br />
shrug, before departing to get his rest.<br />
It seemed that the 81-year-old pianist would need it: His<br />
itinerary called for concerts on each of the first three days of<br />
2009: a duo with Italian pianist Stefano Bollani, a solo recital<br />
and a duo with vibraphonist Joe Locke. On the duo encounters,<br />
Solal opted for dialogue, accommodating the personalities<br />
of the younger musicians. With Locke, who played torrents of<br />
notes, he comped and soloed sparingly but tellingly, switching<br />
at one point from a rubato meditation into Harlem stride,<br />
before a transition to another rhythmic figure. It was his fifth<br />
encounter with Bollani, who is apt to launch a musical joke at