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December 10, 2016
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A night at the brewery, a day in the garden…and all that jazz

Overwhelmed and a bit too stimulated, I was still antsy when the time came to head out again to catch a show at the Dead End Café (www.parksvilleusa.com) presented by Parksville Music Festival founder Tom Caltabellotta. The 2014 calendar for the season includes folk, blues, classical and jazz, including last Sunday’s offering, The Coyote Anderson Quartet. Anderson, who was born and raised in Glen Spey, NY, began playing at age 12 and has studied with several masters in his field. Featured in more than a dozen recordings to date, he recently received honorable mention in this year’s ASCAP Young Jazz Composer Award and now I know why. Joined by cool cat Carl Limbacher on bass and the incomparable Max Maples on drums, Coyote has yet another trick up his musical sleeve in the form of astounding vocalist Corina Hernandez, who “is used to replace the traditional sound of the horn,” as Anderson explained. “This allows the ensemble to not only do instrumental’ tunes,” he shared with the boisterous, enthusiastic crowd, “but also the newer works that set the poetry of others into a jazz context.” Okay, then. Thinking that this was “just another gig,” I began my usual routine of taking notes and snapping pics, but then… I felt the music move me. I sat back, closed my eyes and luxuriated in what can only be described (IMHO) as the most amazing, exhilarating, neck-tingling, stylish, original fan-freakin’-tastic two (sexy) hours of pure musical genius. There. I said it. Up until now, my flirtation with jazz has been a cautious one, since I like to know where I’m going, with no surprises along the way. Therefore, I was totally unprepared to fall head-over-heels for the quartet (www.coyoteanderson.com), Coyote, and all that jazz. Word on the street is that the band will visit again this summer, so I’ll keep you posted. Rocketing towards stardom, (mark my words) these guys are the real deal.