Fine mixture indeed. Like a master chef, holding all the secrets to great recipes, Mr. Adolfo directs the addition of the herbs and spices that turn a great recipe into superb music. His hand is even as it tips the ingredients into a bubbling pot in which the music is constantly cooking. Miraculously, Mr. Adolfo is remarkably restrained, soloing rarely and then too, in short bursts, as if to gently push the music in a newly magical and mysterious direction. Almost always his playing has hushed tones, as if his body/the music is breathing in revelatory gasps as his heart sparks nervously to the fibrillating rhythm of his songs. His harmonies, never tentative, are aided and abetted by the guitars of Leo Amuedo, or Claudio Spiewak; the assured rumble of Jorge Helder’s bass and the delicate trip-trap, and sizzle and bop of Rafael Barata’s drums. Mr. Adolfo solos in short bursts. His musical lines are darting and gorgeous. They leap like playful gazelles and they pirouette like exotic and colourful younglings blurred by the speed with which they launch into their dances, egged on by single notes and sliding ones, interspersed by triads and arpeggios. He also shares the lead voice with Marcelo Martins, who plays as if he is, himself, dancing in the shadow of the pianist; although in broad counterpoint so that there is a breathy rush of melody and harmony always hovering above the dusty shuffling of the samba, or in the sliding rhythms of the bãiao, or the Calango; or in the stately squaring off like partners entwined, then separating in a Quadrilha or a Toada.
The album is dappled with original songs and those written by other masters reimagined in the rhythms of Brazil. The simplicity of the songs—both original and classics redone—is perhaps something that could pass for casualness. However, upon a deeper hearing it becomes obvious that there is considerable thought and complexity hidden away in the re-written melodies and harmonies, and, of course in the rhythms. “Giant Steps” is a case in point. Played at close to the pace of John Coltrane’s original piece, it twists and turns in a manner that befits the spinning and ducking and noble frolic of the Quadrilha, which it begins to embody as soon as the theme is stated. Keith Jarrett’s “Memories of Tomorrow” reappears as a gently swirling, softer and blissful Toada. The fluttering guitar played in odd time meters by Mr. Amuedo, whose widely spaced notes strut in row upon row of resonant notes that bounce off the pianist’s own, while the bassist plays in gasping, gentle gurgles undulating all through the Spanish tinges of the great Dizzy Gillespie’s “Con Alma”. The breathtaking beauty of John Coltrane’s lyrical “Naima” is elegiac, and blossoms again with a magical palette of colours at the masterful hands of Mr. Adolfo. The glassy beauty of Chick Corea and Neville Potter’s masterpiece, “Crystal Silence” and Bill Evans’ stately “Time Remembered” are absolutely magnificent. Every ounce of the magic of the originals is splendidly retained, while the subtle twists and turns invented by Antonio Adolfo give the music brand new and burnished harmonic dimensions.
Mr. Adolfo’s own music, though devolving out of the soul of Brazilian music, is astoundingly worldly in the scope of its touchstones and influences. With the narrative ability of a film-maker, and the heart of a Japanese water-colourist, Mr. Adolfo also seems to create melodies as if they were inspired by balletic choreographers (masters from George Balanchine to Alvin Ailey come to mind) and dancers such as Rudolph Nureyev and Mikhail Baryshnikov. As a result, even as “Finas Misturas” unfolds, its melody morphs into a couple of dancers unwinding from embrace and this also influences the majestic bass solo—from its arco beginning to the staccato passages that ensue. “Misturando” describes the process of mixing—in song and in the prancing of the piano of its creator in the process of “making a delightful song and dance” come to life. “Tres Meninos” is a magnificent tale told in the vibrant tone that depicts the nature of the carefree living in the young years of life.
There is a maturity that is evident in the music of Antonio Adolfo. His album Finas Misturas puts a glorious stamp on this his singular art which emerges from the flavours and fragrances that are gastronomic in the sense that all fine art is mixed in the manner as only great epicureans and aesthetes can muster.