Houston Chronicle    Tuesday, April 23, 2002

 

          Festival fare:

          gypsy jams, Texas swing

 

          By MICHAEL D. CLARK

 

                 On Sunday the Houston International Festival took thousands of attendees

          around the world in seven hours. Discovered along the way were some Texans

          and Frenchmen who can pick guitars and stroke fiddles like magicians.

                  Saturday’s opening concerts featured African artists the Mahotella Queens

          and Cheikh Lo, as well as a Gulf Coast blues jam featuring Clarence “Gatemouth”

          Brown, Kenny Neal and Sonny Landreth. Sunday’s were full of gypsy  jams and

          Texas swing.

                 The Gypsies may sound like European musicians influenced by the vagabond

          strings of Django Reinhardt and Stephane Grappelli. They are actually Houstonians

          led by accordion player Greg Haebor, who is of Byelorussian descent.

                 Playing at the festival’s French-Atlantic Bistro and Cabaret (an open-air café

          and a huge improvement over the tightly packed Irish Pub on the same corner last

          year), the seven-man ensemble converged on French, Russian and Macedonian

          gypsy folk music that could have passed as authentic.

                 Twin djimbe drums propelled the polyrhythms of No No Naly Gaje, as a

          westernnized electric bass kept time on descending bass scales. Harbor’s accordion

          was a wide-grinning engine pushing the melody forward.

                 The klezmer trot of 7.40 a.m. was juiced by a clarinet not held to traditional

          rules of improvisational chord progression. Others were drinking songs or rural heel-

          to-toe folk tunes --- the joyous sounds that make one want to shake a tambourine

          and yell “Hey”. on the chorus.

                 As skilled the Gypsies were, one could see them morph into fans while waiting

          for a performance by southern France quartet Latcho Drom.

                 Led by Romanian violin player Florin Niculescu, lead guitarist Christophe

          Lartilleux, rhythm guitarist Philippe Cuillerier and standing bass player Joël Trolonge,

          Latcho Drom may be one of the finest, quickest and most deft all-string ensembles in

          the world.

                 The group is also driven by the gypsy jazz of Reinhardt, but the dexterity of

          Lartilleux and Niculescu (who has played with Reinhardt prodigy Bireli Lagrene and

          on several Reinhardt tributes) make the interplay sound nearly classical. Between

          them, they have 20 strings that at times sound like an entire symphony.

                 “We are poor musicians and we sell CDs,” said bassist Trolonge in English that

          was better than most of the listeners’ French. “We hope to see you at the end of the

          show.”

                 I’m no pitchman, but Latcho Drom’s Live 2001 CD, available at the festival’s

          mobile Cactus Records outlet, is one of the best gifts ears could ever hope for.

                

                 The afternoon’s cabaret all-stars amplified anticipation of a Franco-Texan finale

          jam, with members of the Gypsies and Latcho Drom teaming with the Texas Playboys

          and Asleep at the Wheel on the stage.

 

                 The Playboys started things off with a set of traditional Western swing, reminding

          the elderly about and introducing the young to the origins of popular American music.

          Starring Johnny Gimble on fiddle, the ensemble ran through many Bob Wills standards,

          incorporating fiddle and guitar improvisations like a jazz group.

 

                  Asleep at the Wheel, possibly the most loyal descendents of Wills’ swing, must

          have been inspired by Gimble and co. Led by Ray Benson, the Wheel isn’t as conservative,

          but its penchant for extended string noodling is a direct inheritance.

                  Riffing on everything from the Townes Van Zandt ballad If I Needed You to

          Commander Cody’s Hot Rod Lincoln, the Wheel played a full hour-and-45-minute set.

                 

                  This was one the Texas show. Maybe it was too hot and Texas. After stepping

          toward the stage, the French musicians assembled backstage for the jam never had the

          chance to strum a note. Big finish or no, it was hard to feel cheated.