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Framed in neon light from a sign that reads -- inside-out and backward, as if in a mirror -- FRESH PASTA, Dave Stone solos over a Charlie Parker blues called "Cheryl." It's the first tune on a Saturday night at Cafe Mangia. The group has started late but seems to be making up for it. Jim Orso is swinging over the drums, already warmed up from an earlier gig. Eric Markowitz walks up and down his bass: His lines are nimble, even tender, despite their speed, his body embracing the bass, a warm, expectant expression on his face as he feels the wood quivering against his body. You can't hear Parker's melody now, not exactly, but at the same time this knitting of forces feels exactly as the song should. The vibes player, Tom Rickard -- who joins the trio every other Saturday -- echoes Markowitz beautifully, his double mallets lighting on metal in precisely placed figures, like the block chords of McCoy Tyner, keying the harmonies at the heart of the song. Stone lays back, and Rickard solos, blistering and delicate, mallets spinning like pinwheels. Stone finds an opening and bolts, his horn calling gutturally, like a horse taking off down a crowded street, sending out as many tones across a chord as he can, the notes ascending and descending quickly but still beautifully formed as they erupt. His break lasts a only a minute or two, and then he and Rickard lay way back. Orso looks to Markowitz, who begins to solo with searching patience, not rushing the progressions, finding only the notes he wants, though he couldn't have guessed until this moment that he wanted them at all, and the two send messages back and forth, back and forth, until the song wheels again into the head and out.
Going on two years, Dave Stone and Eric Markowitz have been holding forth at the Cafe Mangia on South Grand Boulevard, playing their dense, ecstatic and, for all its elasticity, swinging jazz. They're not really young by jazz standards -- Markowitz is 30, Stone 28 -- but they're still in their jazz youth, curious and inventive about their instruments. Jazz partnerships that last a decade are rare; this duo's free but fluid approach to improvisation has evolved through 10 years of musical and daily friendship. "Eric puts up with me musically," Stone laughs. "We've been really close friends for a long time. We'd hang out every day for the first three years we knew each other, always listening and playing." For about as long as either has played jazz, they've played together. "I've played more hours with Dave than with anybody," Markowitz says. "We both take music pretty seriously. For some people, music is just a fun thing, and that's fine, but for both of us, music is one of the reasons to be alive. Underneath the music, how you feel about it, is really the most important thing."
Stone and Markowitz studied together at Webster University, but both hold most dear their apprenticeship in the '90s with two St. Louis jazz masters, Joe Charles and Jimmy Sherrod. Stone calls them "the source." Markowitz explains: "We used to go over to local drummer-slash-mentor Joe Charles' house. That's where we did our woodshedding. Charles is the reason I can play today. He's since passed away. He played with Grant Green here in St. Louis, and there are a lot of stories that Coltrane asked him to join his band, but no one knows for sure. He was a master musician, master teacher, one of the most beautiful people I've ever known. He shared all of his knowledge for nothing. If it was up to him, we'd have been over there 24 hours a day, seven days a week. We'd play like crazy for hours on end. At the same time, we were rehearsing in another band, with Billy Teague on drums and with Jimmy Sherrod, a saxophone player who I consider my other musical teacher. Monday, Wednesday and Friday, we'd go over to Joe Charles' house, then Tuesday and Thursday we were at Billy Teague's playing with Sherrod. For this learning period we were playing every night of the week."
Stone and Markowitz also share a common musical touchstone: John Coltrane. When Markowitz says he's a Coltrane fanatic, he's only half-joking. "There are days when I wonder if he was really human," Markowitz says. "It's really his feel, his aesthetic, and concept of music."
"Even from the very beginning he was an amazing musician," Stone muses. "He had his own sound, his own harmonic approaches. The whole time he played there was exponential growth. It's just exciting to listen to that total involvement. Not to get all goo-gah on you, but there's a spiritual nature to his music. I really appreciate that, because I don't have any specific religious beliefs. It's good to put on a Coltrane record and see that there's one guy who loved everybody."
Even when Stone and Markowitz address a tune like "All the Things You Are," a standard nearly every major bebop player but Coltrane recorded, you can hear Trane's presence. At one point, drums and vibes recede and it's just Stone and Markowitz, at opposite ends of the group, communicating their codes along the most elusive traces of melody, but with such concentration and empathy, with such harmonic regard for the other's instruments, that the code isn't difficult or secret at all. The improvisation sinks in like certainty.