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Jun 13

Festival Bands, Man!: Thomas Carbou


Today’s Festival Bands, Man! artist is Thomas Carbou of France, who currently lives in Montreal. The Montreal International Jazz Festival, which is going on tomorrow through July 7, classifies Carbou’s music as avant-garde. While some of his tunes are experimental—especially the solo (custom 8-string) guitar tunes—others aren’t, and I stopped to wonder what avant-garde really means these days. Does it mean art for the sake of art? Does it mean art for the sake of social or political reform? What does it sound like now?

How does an artist identify with an identifier like “avant-garde”? When does he know his art is weird enough? When does he know it’s reaching its goal (to be for the sake of being, or, conversely, to work for the cultural good)? How many questions should it extract from the audience, and where should it be performed? If you’re interested this stuff, head to Montreal, Quebec, for one of the most beloved jazz festivals in the world. Experiencing jazz is a way to answer questions.

There are hundreds of acts performing in downtown Montreal, and there’s a massive center stage outdoors where the “main attractions” perform. Some of the main attractions include “adult alternative” artists from the states, Boz Scaggs, Bonnie Raitt, and Rufus Wainwright. These respected musicians and musical leaders, even the lesser-known of them, represent the kind of progress artists usually strive for; unfortunately, it’s with moody moderation.

Odd, but I don’t think breadth of musicality, a wide variety of collaborations, down-played expertise, and sensuous experimentation necessarily make music avant-garde; or maybe they do, but they don’t make it very exciting. There’s no sweat in this music. All the same, Carbou has been in the business for a long time, and has made an impression around the world as a culturally-advanced musician.

So, if you want to chill out with a glass of wine and listen to beautiful sounds while catching a sweet breeze under your nose, this festival will fill your soul up like a rain bucket. If, however, you like your jazz like a puddle that disperses at your feet, never to return to the same spot on the road of life, this might be too sweet for your taste.



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