By JON GARELICK  |  December 15, 2009

That's when I had my epiphany — in the words of Jeffrey Tambor as the critic Clement Greenberg in Ed Harris's film Pollock. There is no representation — just paint. Or, in this case, just sound. Rempis and Rosaly didn't play a steady meter all night, and they only flirted with chord changes and song forms. (With not even a bass, it was hard to get a fix on harmonies.) But the music swung hard. They built those broad gestures from rhythmic motives, and at their best, they could get you nodding along, get your body moving, as surely as Count Basie could get you to tap your foot or Metallica can get you to nod. Textures thickened and then thinned — though Rosaly mostly stuck to the dry, snare-less drum sound. Rempis moved from alto to baritone to tenor and back again, filling the small room with ferociously controlled articulation, timbre, and pitch. This was free music, but also deliberate, disciplined. And like the action painters Greenberg wrote about, Rosaly and Rempis were acutely aware of the relationship of mark to ground, sound to silence.

For another 40-minute set, Boston pianist Pandelis Karayorgis joined the duo. At times, the free-running single-note patterns in his left hand acted as a bass. But he avoided chording too many harmonies, content to run lines in tandem with Rempis, playing call-and-response in short phrases, or dripping his own brightly colored skeins on the canvas.

JOHN HOLLENBECK AND THE CLAUDIA QUINTET + 1 | First Church, 66 Marlborough St, Boston | December 31 | 9-9:45 pm + 10:15-11 pm | Free with First Night button [$18] |

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