New jazz pioneers Henry Grimes and Andrew Cyrille are creating a holy mess of sound right now, totally improvised and bad ass. "We'll call this one 'The Perfect Thing'" Grimes says beforehand. This must be a whole other kind of perfect, then: they come dangerously close to cacophony, before folding in eastern rhythms and polyphonic textures that shimmer and glow; when Grimes switches from bass to violin, he almost sounds tonal Almost. I can't even begin to understand how these guys know what to do when, there are so many ideas flying around here. When you've been doing this stuff for fifty years, though, it's probably easier than breathing.
Q: How do you kill time while waiting for the amps to be replaced? A: If you're Bill Frisell, you play an improv version of "When You Wish Upon a Star," and hope for the best. (Pictured: Bill Frisell and the Bang on a Can All Stars, performing an as-yet- untitled new piece.)