Late-Season Thunderstorms in Lower Michigan

Amazing as it seems on November 17, I just heard a rumble of thunder. It wasn’t the first today. Several hours ago, a small line of storms swept through southwest Michigan, dumping rain, producing occasional lightning, and prompting warnings of “strong storms in the area capable of producing pea-size hail.”

Taking the unexpected opportunity, I hopped in my Buick and headed down into Barry County, where the more intense cells were moving through. We’re not talking anything major here–tops maybe scraped up to 20,000 feet–but this time of year I’ll take whatever I can get in the way of convection. Not being aware of any lifting mechanism in lower Michigan, I’m a bit mystified what it is that has been firing off the storms. The RUC soundings for 20Zand prior shows weak CAPE in the neighborhood of 200 J/kg with light winds at all levels. With surface temps peaking at 52 degrees, maybe that minimal instability has been enough to support some modest updrafts.

Whatever the case, it has been nice to get these late-season popcorn cells. They’re dying off now that daytime heating is dwindling, but they’ve made for a bit of serendipitous fun throughout the afternoon. And now I suppose we return to our regularly scheduled program of November drabness. I’m looking forward to watching Storm Chasers tonight and reliving the wild drama of May 22 in South Dakota.

The Bob Hartig Quartet Plays the Thornapple Jazz Festival

This past weekend I had the pleasure of fronting my own jazz quartet for two consecutive days as a part of the Thornapple Jazz Festival. Now in its sixth year, the festival has begun to expand its reach beyond Hastings to other, outlying communities in Barry County. This year included Delton and Middleville.

Thus, on Friday the lads and I took the stage at the MidVilla Inn on M-37 just north of Middleville. The turnout was modest, but not at all bad for a small town that isn’t known as a hotbed of jazz. As for a rhythm section, I couldn’t have asked for better players. Ric Troll is one of the tastiest drummers and all-around musicians I know, with tremendous musical sensitivity. Dave DeVos is a seasoned and solid bassist who, like me, has a relentless thirst to grow in the mastery of his instrument. And keyboard man Paul Lesinski is nothing short of fabulous, a player of great inventiveness and the technical excellence to pull off anything his fertile mind conceives.

Together, these guys are my musical dream team. They made it easy for me to pull off my allotted two sets with the kind of energy and spontaneity that are the soul of jazz. If all it takes is one bad player to make a good band sound lame, it’s also true that a great band can boot a decent soloist up to the next level. It takes a certain baseline of aptitude and experience for that to happen, but once you achieve that level, then players the caliber of Ric, Dave, and Paul can lift you out of the ordinary and inspire you to stretch, to push beyond your normal, self-imposed limits and explore new musical territory. That, at least, has been my experience as a jazz saxophonist.

I was very pleased with our performance at the Mid Villa, and again Saturday night at the Waldorf in downtown Hastings. The Waldorf is one of my favorite restaurants, with out-of-this world cooking and absolutely stellar, award-winning microbrews, and I’ve wanted to bring a straight-ahead jazz combo there for a long time. Mike, the owner, finally booked my quartet for the dinner crowd from 6:30-8:30, and we got our chance.

Our song list ran the spectrum from bebop to ballads to Latin to jazz/rock, and included such tunes as “Anthropology,” “Footprints,” “Triste,” “Stolen Moments,” “Have You Met Miss Jones?” and “Song for My Father.” We even played one of my own originals, a Latin-flavored ballad that I wrote several years ago called “Tracy” in honor of a love lost but fondly remembered.

It was a joy to participate in the Sixth Annual Thornapple Jazz Festival, and an honor to be invited by the event’s driving force and musical manager, my friend Joe LaJoye. Joe, if you happen to read this post, thank you! The guys and I had a blast. Maybe next time around you’ll be able to take a breather from all the responsibilities of “makin’ it happen” long enough to sit in with your trumpet for a tune or two, eh?