Jazz guitar legend Bill Frisell returns to Halifax for jazz festival performance
Frisell spent more than four decades carving out a space in the world of modern jazz, earning critical acclaim for both his solo work and collaborations.
Though it's been almost 20 years since he last played in Halifax, Frisell says returning stirred up memories – especially of longtime friend and musical collaborator Jerry Granelli – the late drummer and jazz icon who lived in the city for many years.
'I think I first met him in the late '80s, and we became friends and played a lot,' said Frisell in an interview with CTV Atlantic's Katie Kelly. 'We made two albums together. He was just such a beautiful spirit… He inspired me, and I know he inspired folks around here.'
Performing at the Lighthouse Arts Centre Friday night, Frisell will be joined by longtime bandmates Rudy Royston on drums and Thomas Morgan on bass. He says their connection on stage is built on decades of friendship and musical trust.
'These guys are like my teachers,' he said. 'Every time I play with them, they blow my mind. We don't play with a fixed setlist - the music is really happening in the moment.'
Frisell is one of several high-profile acts featured at this year's jazz festival, which continues through the weekend with performances across the city.
The guitarist says he's just grateful to still be exploring and connecting through music.
'Every day you pick up the guitar and there's something new to discover. That feeling of wonder - like when you're a kid and you find something amazing for the first time - I try to hang on to that.'
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