In his rare solo concerts, Keith Jarrett sits at the piano and plays whatever comes to mind in suitelike form, pausing briefly between passages. It’s an audacious improvisational exercise, and one that could easily go wrong. But with Jarrett it rarely does, and in the case of these two concerts captured on three discs, it mostly goes transcendently right. With moods that range from brittle to whimsical, touchstones that span jazz to classical, and nods to sources from New Orleans to the moon, he takes extraordinary leaps but always alights on his feet.
Keith Jarrett at Royal Festival Hall, London