‘It’s a Risk for Everybody’: Why a Jazz Pianist Chose to Perform – The New York Times

More than four months after his last public performance, the Grammy-winning artist Bill Charlap played at a storied Pennsylvania club, a glimpse into what may be the new normal for musicians.

Bill Charlap performing Saturday night at the Deer Head Inn, an unlikely jazz enclave in Delaware Water Gap, Pa.Credit…Jonno Rattman for The New York Times

On Saturday, four months and 10 days since his last public performance, the Grammy-winning jazz pianist Bill Charlap came out to play.

It was the torrid start of a July heat wave, and though he knew the club where he was headed to in the Pennsylvania hamlet of Delaware Water Gap would not be air-conditioned as a precaution against viral transmission, he packed a dark blue Zegna suit into the back seat of his Nissan Rogue.

“The people I always looked up to dressed well,” he said. “Performing is a time of honor. It’s a dignified thing. We dignify each other.”

But in these times, to perform at all will require substantial adaptations, ones that keep the audience sparse and distant and possibly alter that alchemic connection between artist and listener that the best shows create.

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Though he knew the club wouldn’t be air-conditioned, Charlap wore a dark blue Zegna suit for the engagement. “The people I always looked up to dressed well,” he said. Credit…Jonno Rattman for The New York Times

Charlap, 53, is the son of two professional musicians — the theater and film composer Moose Charlap and the standards singer Sandy Stewart — and has been playing professionally since he was a student at the High School of the Performing Arts in Manhattan. For more than 20 years, he has led one of the top trios in jazz, and he has collaborated with likes of Diana Krall and Tony Bennett (on their 2018 duet recording “Our Love is Here to Stay”). Like so many performers, Charlap had no idea when he sounded the last notes on March 8 at a jazz festival in Laramie, Wyo., that he was about to endure the indignity of extended, forced idleness.

The hiatus, he said, has been “definitely the longest I can remember. I’m minus a central part of my life.”