Andrew Violette - Brooklyn-based ex-monk, cyclist, organist, and composer-chameleon - has reinvented himself again; this time as the spirit of every composer who has ever written a suite for solo cello (think JS Bach, Britten, Shostakovich, et al) - as if they had all had a stiff drink, let down their hair (or wig), and jumped in the hot tub together. Hotshot New York cellist, Ben Capps, just out of Juilliard, shows up and embarks on an exuberant solo cello romp. The guy"s got a powerful technique; he makes the hard stuff sound easy. And he plays it all with a keen sense of enjoyment. It"s all songs and dances and nothing but. A string of toe-tapping forms throughout time and space, all filtered through the venerable-but-playful cello.