Ravi Coltrane (Jazz Standard 03.27.18)
Watching Ravi Coltrane perform can feel like a sort of sensory deprivation. His sets are interminably long and he links serpentine, chaotic scrambles of dissonance together into chains over original compositions or obscure canon. He often plays with no piano player to make clear the chord of the moment, if there is any. The bass and drums churn underneath in broken time and pulsating cross rhythms. More than anything, perhaps, is his silence. In his first night at the Jazz Standard he stopped playing only after two or three songs had passed by in a blur, and even then refrained from addressing the audience. He spoke only to introduce the band and the final number; then began playing again to an audience silent under the aroma of caramelized meat.