Road shows

Dave Fiuczynski, John Tchicai, Chris Potter, and John Stetch live
By JON GARELICK  |  February 15, 2007

COMPLEAT: John Stetch has fingers, touch, time, and a healthy impatience with song form.

“I’ve got $30 — which three CDs do you recommend?” The fan was at the corner of the stage at Johnny D’s talking to guitarist Dave Fiuczynski, who was on his knees hawking about half a dozen of his discs with different bands at 10 bucks a pop. “This one is similar musically,” he said, pointing out the self-released Kif, for which the night’s band was named. “This one’s got the same kind of energy” — here he pointed to a disc by his band the Screaming Headless Torsos — “and this one’s punk jazz” — this by his band PunkJazz. One fan complained that he’d had to forgo his homework to get to this gig. “I haven’t done mine either,” Fiuczynski answered. “I’m gonna tell my teacher the same thing tomorrow: sorry, I didn’t get to that.”

Fiuczynski’s situation is typical for a Boston musician: involved in as many as half a dozen bands, on call when out-of-town friends like Don Byron need a pick-up band, teaching at Berklee, taking advanced courses at New England Conservatory. His band at Johnny D’s January 31 was a quintet configuration of Kif: saxophonist Nikolay Moiseenko, keyboardist Jim Funnell, bassist Jeremy McDonald, and drummer Louis Cato. Berklee-related all.

Kif’s theme at Johnny D’s was Mahavishnu. They opened with a medley of “Birds of Fire,” “Dawn,” and “Miles Beyond,” Fiuczynski sporting his Mahavishnu-like double-neck guitar, spitting out angular fusioned-up bop lines in unison with Moiseenko and Funnell, ornamenting them with John McLaughlin’s signature, sitar-like bends. And Cato was a wonder throughout the set — working against the low, broken-line syncopated throb of McDonald’s electric bass, he set up all manner of drum ’n’ bass speed riffs and hip-hoppy funk. Moiseenko played tart abstract runs out of Greg Osby/Steve Coleman and, when called for, David Sandborn/Jr. Walker blues licks. Funnell in particular built his solos — a variety of Fender Rhodes sounds and “straight” piano, in funky staccato blasts and spare, modal scales — against Cato’s beat. It’s a brainy, ferocious little band.

John Tchicai — the great Afro-Dutch reed player who made his name in the ’60s New York avant-garde and particularly on John Coltrane’s Ascension — has been visiting town more and more often over the past few years. His recording with saxophonist Charlie Kohlhase and guitarist Garrison Fewell, Good Night Songs (Boxholder), was one of the best of 2006, and Thursday night the trio convened at Rutman’s Violins (by Symphony Hall) for a short, sublime concert. The program, organized into a series of two-tune medleys, was less freewheeling than the CD, as if the trio were working up new pieces for the series of performances that would culminate later that week in a quintet gig with bassist Cecil McBee and drummer Billy Hart at Birdland in New York.

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