Jazz trumpeters who are making a name for themselves are often like a teenager who's just got his driver's license. They love speed for its own sake, blowing fusillades of notes that show dazzling enthusiasm but no sense of judgment. Leading his own septet on his fine new album Misterios (Warner Bros.), Wallace Roney proves an exception to the rule. His amber tone and patient, considered phrasing echo the mature works of Miles Davis.
Misterios marks the coming of age of a musician who endured his share of lean times. A dozen years ago, Roney, then 22, sold nearly everything he...
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