We don't get nearly enough live jazz in either Santa Barbara or State College, so I was especially happy to get a ticket to see the Jimmy Heath Quartet in a rare visit to Penn State's Schwab Auditorium
I'd last seen Jimmy Heath, and brother "Tootie," more than a decade earlier in Los Angeles, at the wondrous series of afternoon concerts that were hosted (free!) by the Museum of Contemporary Art.
I knew that listening to the Heath brothers at Schwab would be truly distant from listening to them under the Southern California sun, standing in the shade of a huge sculpture, surrounded by generations of jazz fans.
Still, both Heaths proved every bit as energetic as the much younger sidemen they broguht along on piano and bass.
The lineup this night was:
Jimmy Heath: tenor and soprano saxophones
Albert "Tootie" Heath: drums and other percussion
Jeb Patton: piano
Favorite line of the evening -- Jimmy Heath at the conclusion of the band's first number:
"That was a piece called 'Winter Sleeves,' patterned after 'Autumn Leaves,' written by me . . . . so I could collect the royalties."