There are rare moments in music that take my breath away. One in particular was Dianne Reeves’ recent July performance at the Westhampton Beach Performing Arts Center in New York. The evening sparked off with her band-guitarist Peter Sprague, pianist Peter Martin, drummer Terreon Gully and bassist Reginald Veal-tearing into Afro-Cuban rhythms and rich textures, filling the auditorium with wild anticipation.
Enter the five-time Grammy Award-winning vocalist, composer and producer, beautifully draped in a golden ethnic wrap, her braided hair in a stylish upward swoop. The band became one with her as she stepped into the spotlight, while the audience roared with applause and welcome. This was a chance to hear one of jazz’s most versatile improvisational scat singers.