The club is twenty steps below the street, with forty chairs, a well-tuned piano and a rule that phones stay in pockets. The trio playing there next month is one of the most exciting we heard all year.
They play standards the way a good translator works: faithful to the original, but unmistakably themselves. The pianist leaves space. The drummer plays brushes most of the night. The bass carries everything.
Arrive early for the first set, when the room is still quiet enough to hear the pedals. Stay for the second, when it is not.
