The Music Of Roger Frampton
Has
there ever been a more important release of local jazz than this? I
remember the electricity in the room, that 1999 day, as though it were
yesterday. An appearance by Ten Part Invention, Australia's
longest-running large creative music ensemble, at the Wangaratta
Festival, the country's pre-eminent jazz event, is always special, but
this was different. The band's co-musical director, Roger Frampton, had
been diagnosed with a brain tumour, and would never return. It was
unknown how much longer he would live, and so leader and drummer John
Pochee gave the program over entirely to Frampton's compositions: a
poignant tribute in which the man himself could still participate at
the piano and on sopranino saxophone.
The other nine players were
never going to give less than their very souls to this performance, and
the mortally sick Frampton threw himself into the enterprise with some
hidden reserve of energy, considerable bravery and his usual high
levels of creativity and humour. A packed Town Hall audience, split
between tears and jubilation, was there to urge he and his colleagues
on for 50 minutes of the pinnacle of Australian Jazz.
Ten Part
always was, and remains, an all-star band, but one with egos well in
check, so Frampton's music could take centre stage; every solo
enhancing the composer's vision, without an individual's artistry being
in the least compromised. Frampton's wild sopranino improvisation on
the madcap <Sorry My English> brought the night's emotion
flooding back, and to hear his brilliant, switchback piano solos again
is to see him sitting at the instrument, part mischief-maker and part
maestro. He died three months later. This, belatedly, is a magnificent
epitaph.
John Shand – Sydney Morning Herald