Michael Malis
Fort Street Presbyterian Church
March 5, 2025
The rain pours in downtown Detroit.
The Fort Street Presbyterian Church stands stoic, doors open to the public later than usual.
Inside the 19th century church, a Steinway Model C piano sits in the center. It’s rare to see one in the states.
About 50 people sit in the pews, braving the weather to be here. A nice range of ages. Some family, some friends, some just curious about the performance.
Michael Malis casually walks out and introduces himself. The pianist is one of the finest in the city, a former student of the late great Geri Allen. His style and approach are all his own, but a trainer ear can hear the intention, force and energy of Allen’s playing in his compositions.
The concert begins. Just Michael and the piano. It’s a tradition, he says. A solo piano performance, honoring those who have come before him and those will hopefully keep the torch burning after him.
The setting is perfect. The historic church. The intimate crowd.
The music begins. The resonance of Michael’s compositions sounds immaculate inside this church. More shows like this should happen here, he remarks at one point.
I am particularly struck by “Strength,” a song that Michael dedicates to his mother.
His “Chaotic Good Suite” is wild. From nine randomized movements, Michael follows his heart, pulling a movement out of thin air, following his intuition.
For the audience, you’d never know which notes he did or didn’t play, but it’s fun to think he’s walking some sort of tightrope, unsure of which one will trigger a new section of song.
Michael’s compositions always feel so full. There’s not a lot of empty space. It’s like he’s got a lot to say, not sure of how much time he’ll have to say everything he wants to. Vaguely Latin rhythms permeate throughout; a sense of rhythm and dance that keeps everything exciting.
Even if you’re not religious, there’s something about being inside of a church like this. Everything feels bigger, more, important, spiritual, connected.
This show feels like a secret. It was promoted, sure, but can the city even tell under all this rain?
A special, secret moment in a gorgeous space with gorgeous music.
Next time, I hope to see you there. Even if it’s still pouring outside.
