Any year that begins with Cuba’s incomparable jazz pianist Chucho Valdes at the Village Vanguard has to be an
auspicious one. When Chucho also surrounds himself with three hand-picked New York
musicians (especially the sensational Cuban drummer Dafnis Prieto) and then invites Mexican-American
trombone great Steve Turre to sit in on several numbers, it’s more
than auspicious: It’s over-the-top pleasure, mind-bending musical enlightenment, and worth every
nanosecond of the hour-long wait in a cold drizzle with dozens of fellow “standbys,” who like me
were too dumb or too late to make reservations ahead of time. So, yes, I made it into the 11
o’clock set last night, the final one in Chucho’s six-night engagement at the Vanguard. I found
myself in complete agreement with jazz critic Ben Ratliff (see below) and, against all odds, managed to
celebrate the turning of the year in style.