THE MANY FACES OF CHARLIE CARANICAS
Michael Steinman JazzLives.wordpress.com ~ April 28, 2008| I first heard the impressive trumpet player Charlie Caranicas one night in 2005 at the much-missed jazz club, The Cajun, when he was part of Kevin Dorn’s devil-may-care ensemble, the Traditional Jazz Collective. Tall and serious-looking, Charlie offered one shapely solo after another, playing throughout the range of his horn with a glossy brilliance, never straining for effect but making us sit up and take admiring notice. He had his own sound, his own easy swing. At the time, he had only one CD under his own name, GREEN CHIMNEYS. But there’s cause for celebration: a new duet CD featuring Charlie and pianist Tom Roberts has come out, and he has recorded another as a sideman with pianist Jesse Gelber and singer Kate Manning. A veritable onslaught of Caranicas! His most recent CD, MOVE OVER (Black Knight Records) is compelling, whether it’s romping or thoughtful. I leave the entire history of trumpet (cornet) piano duets to Phil Schaap’s learned notes. This CD captures Charlie’s lovely sound and amazing stylistic range. That last phrase might alarm some readers, but Charlie is real to the core. He’s not another one of those players who can “do” the whole history of jazz, making all local stops — but it’s all synthetic. (You can draw up your own list of such highly-praised players, slithering from one unconvincing pastiche after another: no need to abuse them here.) Charlie gets under the skin of the song he’s playing: he can comfortably settle down in Twenties Louis (”Once In A While,” “Wild Man Blues,” a muted “Willie the Weeper,” and my favorite, “Yes, I’m In the Barrel”) without being hemmed in by stylistic conventions. And “Move Over,” the CD’s title track, evokes the whole Ellington band — in addition, it’s a fine, neglected song. Charlie’s “I’m Comin’ Virginia,” a heartfelt tribute, has a bounce, rather than being another semi-elegiac homage to Bix. And catch Charlie’s admirable technique in the closing arpeggio, ascending into the sky! His versions of two of the most beautiful melodies imaginable, “Lotus Blossom” and “Blame It On My Youth” are all heart. The repertoire is admittedly traditional, but Charlie’s traditionalism isn’t narrow: his solos have the energy of the great Swing Era trumpeters, but I also found myself thinking of Clifford Brown’s recordings with strings. And the comparison does Charlie every credit. The other half of the duo, Tom Roberts, is a masterful accompanist, whose knowledge of the piano tradition is happily on display at every turn. Here’s a Morton flourish, a singing Stacy line, a Hines tremolo, some fervent stride. His solos dance and strut, but it’s his teamwork, generous and intuitive, that shines. This one’s a keeper! Check out www.charliejazz.com or call 800-543-9158 for more information, or if your local record store (remember record stores?) is all out, the Caranicas bin understandably depleted. About GREEN CHIMNEYS. I had to ask Charlie to dig out a copy of his 1994 CD for me, and it may be a rarity, hard to find. But it’s worth searching for. On it, he plays fluegelhorn as well as trumpet, and is joined by reedman Bob Parsons, pianist Frank Kimbrough, Kiyoshi Kitagawa on bass, and Tim Horner on drums and percussion. On the surface, it is a post-bop excursion worlds away from MOVE OVER, but that’s only the surface. The opening track rocks Monk’s dissonant blues as it deserves, with Parsons’ tart alto perfectly paired to Charlie (over a propulsive rhythm section). Because much of the music is blues-based, I thought of the Horace Silver and Cannonball Adderley groups, but there’s a timeless swing to the CD — with Charlie summoning up Sweets Edison and a whole host of Ellington brass. I was particularly moved by his touching “Diane,” Strayhorn-inspired without being derivative. His “Prelude and Jam” begins as a growly soliloquy, then with Parsons’ lovely clarinet flourishes underneath, turns the corner into a soundtrack for a yet-unfilmed adventure movie. “Makin’ Whoopee” is a properly winking trumpet-bass duet. Even at the fastest tempos, Charlie doesn’t do what Louis Armstrong deplored: he doesn’t “run away from his notes,” and every one’s a pearl. As fine a leader as Charlie is, he’s also a peerless sideman, getting in to the mood of whatever ensemble he’s in. A particularly happy example of this is GELBER AND MANNING GOES PUBLIC, subtitled “The Latest Musical Gaiety,” an accurate description for sure. Gelber is Jesse, an energetic pianist-singer (and underrated composer) who goes his own ways at the keyboard, concocting his own heady version of stride and parlor piano. His partner, Kate Manning, is blessed with a wondrous voice — as brassy as Judy Garland at her best, as tender as Mildred Bailey at her most blue. What distinguishes them from anyone else now performing is that they have An Act with the most novel repertoire: good songs, mostly frisky but a few yearning, from the Public Domain — before anyone reading this post was born, perhaps. Their CD and live appearances also feature a line of snappy boy-girl patter (wistful, romantic, or double-entendre) that would have made them the hit of the Keith-Orpheum circuit. On their CD, they are nobly supported by our men Charlie and Kevin Dorn. You can rely on Kevin to keep a steady, rocking four-bar pulse, ornamented with touches of Krupa, Wettling, or Leeman, and Charlie offers “hot” playing that made me think of a caffeinated Muggsy Spanier who had left all his cliches at home. You’ll have to hear the CD to savor its pleasures, and I urge you to do so (check out www.gelbermusic.com). Charlie and his friends, whatever the context, are multi-talented, highly rewarding players. |
| Caranicas, Pianist Roberts Excel By Dick Parker Twin Cities Jazz Notes Newsletter ~ January 2008 |
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Minneapolis native Charlie Caranicas has collaborated with Tom Roberts, who has been called one of the world’s leading stride pianists, on a CD titled “Move Over,” a collection of mostly traditional jazz pieces. Some of the tunes are rendered in a more contemporary style than their older recorded versions; every track shows exquisite taste and skill.
In the 1920s, the Austin High Gang entered the jazz world: Bud Freeman, Jimmy and Dick McPartland and clarinetist Frank Teschemacher, who influenced the youthful Benny Goodman. They played at tea dances and whatever other jobs they could get, and after graduating from their far-West school they helped develop the Chicago style of jazz.
Almost 60 years later, a gang from Washburn High in Minneapolis was playing at such venues as the Lake Harriet Bandshell, the Orpheum Theater and the Jonathan Padelford and hanging around the Emporium of Jazz in Mendota. The leader of the group, the Tangletown Ramblers, was a remarkable teenaged trumpet player, Charlie Caranicas. At least four of the Ramblers are professional musicians today: clarinetist Fred Richardson (his own trio, Mouldy Figs and other groups), bassist-trombonist Steve Pikal (Barbary Coat, Wolverines Trio and numerous other groups), Aane Fosse, who played tuba with the Ramblers but plays piano with his bassist father as Jazz by Fosse, and Caranicas, who now works in and out of New York City.
As a University of Minnesota student Caranicas was a member of the university’s Dixieland Jazz Patrol, organized by Dr. Frank Bencriscutto. The group won national recognition and recorded two LP albums at the Emporium of Jazz in the latter 1980s. Also in the band were Dean Sorenson (trombone), now head of jazz studies at the university, and Bruce Thornton (clarinet), now director of the College of St. Benedict and St. John’s University Jazz Ensemble. Both are nationally known musicians today.
In New York, Caranicas has played at Sardi’s, the famous theater-district restaurant; co-led the band at the Blue Note Jazz Club, toured with banjoist Cynthia Sayer and performed with bands including the Independence Hall Jazz Band, the Karrin Allyson Group and others. He and Roberts played occasionally at the Cajun Club with Vince Giordano’s Nighthawks. Caranicas has received a grant from the National Endowment for the Arts.
In the liner notes for “Move Over”, Phil Schaap, curator of jazz at Lincoln Center, points out that there are relatively few recordings to show for a long tradition of trumpet-piano duets, but Caranicas and Roberts have added to that fund.
On their CD there’s nothing not to like. They offer variety and clean, inventive musicianship in 14 selections, most of them familiar, that range in vintage from the 1920s to 1950.
Eubie Blake’s “Memories of You” leads off with a muted, somewhat modern treatment, followed by an achingly emotional “Blue Turning Grey”. Then the duo turns traditional with Louis Armstrong’s 1925 “Yes, I’m In the Barrel”.
Fats Waller’s “I’m Crazy ‘Bout My Baby” spotlights Roberts’ wonderful stride piano work, which fits like a glove with Charlie’s exuberant trumpet. A wistful and sweet “Lotus Blossom” (Billy Strayhorn, 1950) follows.
The two carry off “I’m Comin’ Virginia” without evoking comparison with Bix – they sell the tune in their own right, then follow it up with a non-mawkish “My Gal Sal”. Waller’s 1942 “Jitterbug Waltz” has a more contemporary feel. Caranicas leads off cascading arpeggios against Roberts’ syncopated chording, which flows into a rolling solo.
Caranicas pays respect to Armstrong with “Wild Man Blues”, and does the tune justice. The Charlie’s mute gives a fast “Willie the Weeper” a naughty tone and Roberts sails us through a couple of strong stride choruses.
For those who appreciate hearing the complete “Tishomingo Blues” – with both first and second endings, unlike the abbreviated “Prairie Home Companion” theme – there’s a fine treatment with lyrical piano work by Roberts and characteristically expressive trumpet.
The title track is a 1928 tune by Duke Ellington, a fine bouncy number. Caranicas’ muted treatment is just right. That’s followed by one of my personal favorites, “Once In A While”(the toe-tapper popularized by Armstrong, not the ballad).
A contemplative “Blame It On My Youth” (Oscar Levant, 1934) finishes off the album. One can almost hear the words in the trumpet’s voice. Maybe Charlie Caranicas can blame his successful career on his youth in Minneapolis’ Tangletown.
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