Vol. 3, No. 2
From my outpost here in quaint New England, the big town across the river is sometimes provincial, sometimes small-minded when it comes to music events.
Diddling with Bach has been old hat for more than a century, and lately I’ve sighted Goldbergs from accordion, brass quintet, cathedral organ, jazz trio, overdubbed guitars, and several string ensembles.
When I received the between the lines publicity packet, Franz Koglmann’s name caught my eye.
This Telarc’s ur audience dwelt in unself-conscious Gemütlichkeit, pastry, waltz and polka spiced, with, for kicks, Hungarian pizzazz.
Now that maestro Chico O’Farrill has been rediscovered all over again — and he never went anywhere in the first place — the Afro-Cuban scene can smile a broad grin of recognition that one of its central figures is here given room to show off.