Our first visit, Stratoz went to vespers at Christ Church, one of the venues, and after asked if he could photograph the Tiffany mosaic. He got this cool silhouette of the drum kit as well.
Over the years, the Nordic jazz venue at the Reformation Lutheran Church has some of the most innovative music.
I took this photo of Stratoz by the larger than life Festival schedule. The Xerox Auditorium was already one of our favorite places on the schedule, and it was nice to know that Xerox wanted to participate even more by becoming a sponsor. They also started printing the passes with a funky text only visible under UV light, using their Xerox-Superpowers!
I keep last year’s XRIJF pass in my studio, as a reminder of the joy that is jazz.
For Canada Day, and I am reflecting on my circuitous route from Edmonton, AB to Lansdale, PA and my vacation to Rochester for the Xerox Rochester International Jazz Festival. 2012 was the 4th year Stratoz and I have made the journey north for the festival, as we both love jazz and I particularly love going north in the summer. We stayed with our friends who Stratoz met through his blog, and enjoyed good company and 5 nights of jazz. The Nordic jazz venue was a favorite of ours, with Sunna Gunnlaugs trio from Iceland, and other musicians from even farther north than Rochester.
On the way to my pilgrimage to Tim Horton’s for a maple dip donut and coffee, we rediscovered Milestone Glass Creations, and got some fine sheets of glass as souvenirs of our trip. I remember Timmy’s from my youth, the shop on Whyte Ave in Edmonton, and I still do not understand why something as delicious as maple glazed donuts are so scarce in the US. Rochester is far enough north that Tim Horton’s has infiltrated.
Most unexpectedly, our friend Kathryn alerted us to the Le Petit Poutine truck parked at Abilene, one of the jazz fest venues, with owners from Quebec. I had not partaken of poutine since the night the Edmonton Oilers won the Stanley Cup, and all the food trucks were out for the revelers downtown. In the interim, I became a vegetarian, but happily, Le Petit Poutine has a vegetarian version of the luscious gravy, fries and cheese curds, topped with fresh thyme. Apparently, the name “poutine” comes from an Acadian word for “mess” and yes, it’s a big delicious mess, and being descended from Acadians, I approve.
The final thing to evoke Canada for me was the accent I kept hearing in lines for jazz venues, almost Canadian in inflection, with some Chicago thrown in. I don’t know why I didn’t notice this in previous years, but apparently Rochester has its own dialect. People were always delighted and surprised to discover we had come up from Philadelphia to the festival.A jazz bonus: Taurey Butler trio ended the festival for us, and he was a wonderful pianist, from East Orange, NJ who discovered Oscar Peterson(Canadian), and after a degree in engineering and Japanese, eventually started playing jazz piano, and moved to Montreal, Oscar’s hometown.
After my post about Tiffany’s Dream Garden mosaic, my husband reminded me that we’d seen another Tiffany mosaic, The Lord’s Supper, at the the Rochester International Jazz Festival in 2009. He took a particularly cool picture of it, with a drum kit in front, since Christ Church Episcopal was a venue for the Festival. We were getting ready to listen to Miguel Zenon, saxophonist extraordinaire, and a painting at the front of the sanctuary caught my eye, and then I realized it was a mosaic! And when I went up to get a closer look, I discovered the floor was tiled in Tiffany mosaic as well. I was in heaven.
A blogger friend of Wayne’s has graciously offered to let us stay with them. I find when I sit and listen to jazz, I imagine mosaics, like the music taps into the creative visual part of my mind, and my imagination roams into new ideas. The other cool thing about a Rochester trip, is that there were yarn stores to check out. I became a knitter in 2008, and suddenly I had a new stash of fiber in addition to my stash of glass, and the opportunity to experience color and texture in a different way. On the way to Rochester, in Watkins Glen, is the Finger Lakes Fiber Yarn store. As we drove into town, I was looking for the store, but it was easy to find, since there was a big sign that said “YARN” and what lovely yarn it was.