That’s exactly how it happened. Steve Tibbetts and I spend very little time talking about his new ECM album, Close. Instead, we end up discussing Calvino, Joyce and Rothko. We talk about music, death and hope. About what can be expressed and what lies beyond expression, in a conversation where the usual roles gradually disappear. Perhaps that’s for the best, because had this interview been polished into a more conventional shape, very little of the emotional depth of this Wisconsin-born, Minnesota-adopted artist would have survived. Like his music, Tibbetts’ emotional language springs from an inquisitive and generous humanity, which he shares freely with Musica Jazz International. Good morning, Steve. I think I’m running a little late – sorry about that. No worries at all. Good morning! What guitars have you got behind you? A Godin 5th Avenue and this blue Steinberger, which I’ve actually been playing quite a lot lately… […]
Steve Tibbetts “Close”
An in-depth conversation with the singular guitarist from Wisconsin - and proud adopted citizen of Minnesota - who returns with his eleventh ECM album in forty-two years.
