Violinist, vocalist and composer Terry Jenoure dazzles us first by her charismatic character and lulu. Ergo, if one has the chance to see her on stage, one will get mesmerized by her authenticity and distinctive intermingling of improvisation’s threat and pulse instigations from her Puerto Rican and Jamaican heirloom as well as from the Bronx thrust and hullabaloo where she was born and raised.
Terry Jenoure is a not only a consummate artist but is also a cultivated lady, adjudging master and has a doctorate degree in education. She has been honoured by The National Endowment for the Arts and is a faculty member at the University of Massachusetts Amherst and Lesley University. Her voice has been used in the background and has cooperated with John Carter, Archie Shepp, Leroy Jenkins, Henry Threadgill and Butch Morris.
Promises breathes life and love. Every passage, every scat, every track has the face of the five continents from where Jenoure’s print has already passed through. Jenoure triggers Promises with her effusive playacting as she utterly discerns euphony and histrionics.
Indistinguishably poignant is "Angelitos Negros" which was a cradle song during my childhood. It was written in 1948 by Alvarez Maciste & Eloy Blanco and recalls the wonders of Africa’s roots and about why painters never remember to paint black angels. Jenoure sings with a speckled inflection and zippy rhythms.
"Cuando Tia Baila" showcases Jenoure’s magic lyricism and scat, remembering an extraordinary mix of ethnic chants and gospels. This song dares to have been written thinking about Jenoure’s aunty, dancing. As for "My Father", the core of Jenoure’s composition is merciful, and carries an Epicurean message: not jeers, not shouts, not despises but to include/understand. "Holy" is pure mercy without another grace but the truth.
On "Organdy Wings for Chardae", Jenoures’ violin encompasses a spirit-inducement, a gamut of ardent colours, beat, euphonies, and balances in tonal and atonal patterns.
Marc Puricelli’s keyboards and Gene Torres’s bass express a profundity very well all throughout the album, like a kind of fugitive and mercurial ecstasy in their hearts.
"What is a Woman" is a splendid composition that will appeal to every woman’s soul. Here, Terry Jenoure seems to tell us where our wounds and joys reside. The meaning is vast as it is based in all humans, and ... being human is not an empire within an empire at all: all is real, all is true - the evil and the good, and this is why there is not good nor bad, apart from the love or the hatred which we put forward.
Those who don’t yet apprehend the delight of her unmatchable violin, songs and performing as well as her ardently informed and improvisational theatre sense should not lack this release.