Chuck Manning throws his album-release bash at Giannelli Square in Northridge this Saturday. Manning’s tenor sound stands out in this town: His faster-tempo solos are fired-up think pieces but with plenty of heart, while his ballad playing really gets to you without pouring on the sap. (He learned a lot from mentor Joe Henderson that way.) Manning’s brilliant Notes From the Real (on TCB) has that big sound, as if the band is in your living room as they wend purposefully through a great choice of tunes. Manning, pianist Jim Szilyagi and bassist Isla Eckinger all contribute originals; the rest are standards, but ones that don’t show up on every other straight-ahead session. Rodgers and Hart’s “I Didn’t Know What Time It Was” kicks it off, Coltrane’s “Dear Lord” closes beautifully, and in between there are things by Monk, Kenny Barron and others, such as an especially great arrangement of Loesser’s “I Believe in You.” The interplay is tight, the sidemen’s solos are in the pocket and to the point, and Manning has plenty of space to explore the tunes. It’s a cool room too, and with your cover you get food and drink on the house. See for details.

The SFJAZZ Collective are back in town Friday at Royce Hall, this time focusing on the works of Wayne Shorter. With the new repertoire is a new lineup: an octet featuring vibist Stefon Harris, tenor Joe Lovano, trumpeter Dave Douglas and alto Miguel Zenón. You’ll dig this bunch, and we don’t get much chance to catch Lovano (or Douglas) out here. Incidentally, Zenón’s own latest, Awake, is a collection of fascinating and often pensive arrangements. And speaking of repertory projects, Elian Elias’ trio displays her fascination with Bill Evans at the Jazz Bakery on Friday and Saturday.

Now, you might need a bit of an outish edge to dig The Industrial Jazz Group … then again, underlying the IJF’s 15-piece in-your-face attack are Andrew Durkin’s solid, Mingus-soaked arrangements. The group’s Industrial Jazz A-GoGo is just terrific, all swinging craziness, like Stan Kenton smoking all his band’s dope and cleaving Mingus’ ax with an ax. We love it. And the upcoming Leef is from a live gig at home in Portland … funny swinging stuff with clumps of European music and Zappoid art rock and cabaret tossed in, missing only Joel Grey. They’re at the Temple Bar on Tuesday, at 11 p.m. on the dot. One set only, alas. (And speaking of Kenton, trumpeter Steve Huffsteter’s fine big band, at Charlie O’s on Monday, is just chock-full of Kenton alumni.)

If you bend a bit in the direction of the IJF, there’s percussionist Brad Dutz’s quartet at the Café Metropol on Friday doing God knows what, but it’ll be inventive. And Wednesday at the Pasadena Jazz Institute, the Seattle-based pianist Victor Noriega joins the NYC-based Bridget Kearney Trio (alto-bass-drums), “which improvises over original music inspired by the American folk-music tradition.” Intriguing, as Noriega’s own trio CD Alay explored Filipino themes to really good effect. And on Thursday at the Pasadena Jazz Institute, the now NYC-based drummer Matt Slocum appears with his local organ trio, which features jamming Joe Bagg on the B-3. And another NYC drummer, Paul Peress, puts together a new lineup of his Project at the Baked Potato on Sunday, this time with Tom Scott. (It must be cold in New York.)

Adventurous saxist Michael McDaniel is back at Café 322 on Saturday with a sextet that includes greats Phil Ranelin on trombone and Tootie Heath on drums, plus bassists Trevor Ware and Roberto Miranda, doing material from his upcoming Peace and Love. And vocalist Dwight Trible will sing about peace and love with his powerful, impassioned band at the Jazz Bakery this Sunday.

One of the classic purveyors of wild ’60s horn, Pharoah Sanders, will be at the Jazz Bakery on Wednesday and Thursday. And Kenny Garrett, among the best of the altos who grew up on that sound, begins his long-delayed four-night stand at Catalina Bar and Grill this Wednesday. You know both these guys will be cooking as they explore, and sometimes that is what this music is all about.

Go dig some jazz this week. It’s everywhere if you look.

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