Yo La Tengo’s Hanukkah shows demand nothing of you except $30 — which goes to charity — and deliver surprise guests every night, usually of some importance.
At the Z100 Jingle Ball, if you weren’t approximately 14 and approximately a girl, the chances were high that you were a bored father, a sympathetic mother or a responsible boyfriend.
The Italian jazz pianist Enrico Pieranunzi, who is usually known for his good taste and good experience, gave a dull performance on Wednesday night at Birdland.
Eddie Vedder’s concert at the United Palace on Tuesday lacked swing, artifice, lightness, whatever could add some emulsion to two hours of brooding and righteousness.
Donald Fagen and Walter Becker seem like the kind of late-1960s hypercerebral born-cynical East Coast hipsters who are often found valorizing authenticity in aesthetic expression.
Frank Wess converged the swing-era languages of Lester Young and Coleman Hawkins, using dynamics and silence and restrained strength on Wednesday at the Village Vanguard.
This year’s edition of the JVC Jazz Festival, which takes place from June 15 to 28 and whose details were announced Tuesday, turns out to be undiminished and newly energized by welcome changes of locations and some imaginative bookings.
For more than 30 years, Mr. Irwin was a much-in-demand New York jazz bassist. His recent illness became a rallying point for jazz musicians without medical insurance.