Bill Frisell prefers to communicate through his guitar rather than his mouth. Lately he’s been speaking in tongues with musicians from around the world.
Bill Frisell’s trio is midway through a crackling and fluid set at Yoshi’s, the Bay Area’s premier jazz club in Oakland. They’re pulling a fair number of tunes from Frisell’s most recent power-trio recording, Gone, Just Like a Train, but Frisell, who won’t part with his banana-split ’74 Telecaster all night, gives the music an extra punch of volume and energy. Even his looped and distorted effects, which have been sounding like ambient folk in recent years, shoot like warped and charged particles through the club. A lonely acoustic guitar does not move from the back wall.