Peaches & Chestnut

Josh and I saw Cyrus Chestnut last night at Scullers. He's great. A little schizophrenic, though. (Cyrus, not Josh. Well, actually...) It's fun to hear classical music transforming into blues, but after a while it becomes a 7-minute pun. His straight-ahead jazz is spectacular, though.
Ah, it's so easy be a critic. Here he is, one of the best jazz pianists around, and I just pick him apart.
What I really feel entitled to criticize, however, is Scullers. Sterile, especially now that there's no indoor smoking. And everyone was applauding as if it were a classical performance, waiting for his fingers to leave the keys before putting hands together. Creepy. Wynton Marsalis' jazz renaissance has become as lively as a historic re-creation, like Colonial Williamsburg.
It made me want to go back to Wally's (if it's still anything like it was). It also made me think of the Peaches concert. How is it that I enjoy both Peaches and Cyrus Chestnut. Do you suppose they listen to each other's music? What would a Peaches & Chestnut concert be like?
* Ray, 10/24/2003 09:55:05 AM