17 April 2007

Nedstalgia: 5 Years Ago

(image pilfered from www.tuckerhead.com)

[previously on Nedstalgia: Widespread Panic, The Duo, Phish, Robert Randolph]

I've got a couple of April look-backs for you, but won't go too in depth- mostly an excuse to give you some music to download. These installments are largely for my own amusement, a chance to remember stuff before it gets too squashed down. It's also a chance to dig through old music or, even better, old reviews -- it's good to know that I've been this spastic and verbose for a while now. So, with a little self-indulgence, I give to you 5 years ago tonight: Gov't Mule... maybe the best I've ever seen 'em.

The setlist:
Set I: Pygmy Twylyte > Blind Man In The Dark, Bad Little Doggie, Lay Your Burden Down, Thorazine Shuffle, Taste Like Wine, Life Before Insanity > World Of Confusion, Banks Of The Deep End*$, Soulshine*$

Set II: No Quarter*+, Fool's Moon*, Rockin' Horse%, Mule > Third Stone From the Sun% > Mule%, Beautifully Broken^, 30 Days In the Hole=, Can't You See*~, Sweet Leaf+~ > War Pigs~
E: Lovelight#

* w/ Audley Freed on guitar
$ w/ Andy Hess on bass
% w/ Marc Quinones on percussion
^ w/ Stefan Lessard on bass
= w/ Jason Newsted on bass,
~ w/ Kid Rock on vocals, No Danny
# w/ Robert Randolph on pedal steel, Alvin Youngblood Hart on guitar,
Marc on percussion

[Kid Rock sings one verse of War Pigs and then leaves the stage (First
power trio since Allen Woody died), First time played: No Quarter and
Sweet Leaf]

Here's the show to download in mp3 format:
Disc 1
Disc 2
Disc 3

Stream the show via Nugs.net:
Set I
Set II

And finally, the length review I wrote at the time, unedited (originally posted to NYC-Freaks list on 4/19/2002):

Here is a sentence that should send chills down the spine of any rock and roll fiend: "Gov't Mule to play NYC." What is it about possibly the baddest and loudest playing in the town that is possibly the baddest and loudest?? It might not have been pretty, but the Mule came to the big city last night and pushed us around like the subway crowd at 5pm on a Friday.

First thing that the city always brings out, especially for Warren Haynes, is the special guests. I'm not sure that Gov't Mule has played NYC in the past 3 years and not had multiple guests on stage during the night. Let's get this shit off right away: Jason Newsted, muthaf'n Kid Rock, Marc Quinones, Stefan Lessard, Audley Freed... rock is dead, you say?? Long live rock!

The show began with Dave Schools and Danny Louis joining the Gov't Mule core of Haynes and Matt Abts. The Mule standards rolled right off through the first set: Blind Man In the Dark (preceded by the haunting Zappa cover Pygmy Twylyte to get the mood just dark enough), Bad Little Doggie, Lay Your Burden Down, Thorazine Shuffle... etc. These songs have begun to bleed together over time as they seem to just play these right off the top every time I see them. Dave Schools has really come into his own as a Mule bassist over the last year. He has shown the talent and the wherewithal to fill the role as it should be without sacrificing his own style or resorting to mimicry. I didn't feel this was the case just this February when I saw them, but something about his playing last night struck me as right on. I felt like it WAS Dave Schools playing and it still WAS Gov't Mule.

Well, standard Mule is still some ear-callousing rock and roll, and it didn't take long for the steam to start oozing out of the walls. The sound was terrific through the first stretch, the volume was set to "if it's too loud, you're too old" (and for the record, I'm too old... earplugs in for the second set) and the band was sounding terrific. With Danny Louis in the mix and Schools "feeling it" the Mule seemed to return to their old form. For a few tours there, they were getting a little kinder and gentler but last night brought them back to red-blooded, steel-toed, leather cat-o-nines devilry.

Danny Louis is so much more into the Mule "sound" than Rob Barraco ever could be. Not a knock on Rob, but let's face it, he's just too -- how should I say this? -- "happy" to be playing in the Mule. Trade in your tie-dye for black, head to toe and maybe we'll talk. Louis gnawed his teeth into every bone and scrap he was tossed throughout the night, filling the sound out with great work on the electric piano especially. Perhaps a bit to be desired on the organ, but overall a solid performance on the keys and the best I've seen since the band has essentially become a quartet.

So, the band really started to feel like it had it going on, the audience was primed and just gobbling up every single note Warren played, every plummeting run down the kit from Matt, every pop of the bass strings from Dave -- to put it bluntly, we were ROCKING OUT!! It was because of this that the Tastes Like Wine that followed felt, for the first time, a bit out of place. There seemed to be no impetus for a breather, the momentum was to seek and destroy any semblance of silence in the theater. But perhaps owing to convention, the pace slowed awkwardly and coupled with the sound faltering a bit (several shots of static piped over the P.A. during Tastes Like Wine) the show suffered and stumbled a bit.

The show had many moments like this where the band would reach take-no-prisoners levels and then pull back, perhaps a too "mature" for their own good. The set ended with Audley Freed of the Black Crowes coming out as well as Andy Hess who, I understand, will take Schools' place as bassist from here on out. Banks of the Deep End was great, but I think a lot in the audience were hoping in the back of their minds that Mike Gordon would grace us with his handiwork down there in the low end. Soulshine, the Warren Haynes anthem, closed the set with some screaming guitar between Audley and Warren. Audley seems overjoyed to bask his guitar work in the sun-god Helios that is Haynes' axe. These guys complement each other wonderfully, in exactly the opposite way that Jimmy Herring complements Warren. Jimmy makes Warren's playing more beautiful and Audley makes it much, much dirtier. Soulshine didn't go as far as it could have or has in the past, but it still had the rafters shaking and the audience roaring going into a very short break.

Warning: second set may be hazardous to your eardrums and general sense of sanity. No Quarter. Sound like a song you'd like to see Gov't Mule cover?? You have no idea. This may have been the sickest thing I've seen the Mule do ever, in any configuration. Freed, Haynes, Abts, Schools, Louis... these guys must have been dipping into something special during set break because they came back not only on the same page, but on the same line, perhaps even the same word. There was a Widespread Panic-like tightness coupled with a volume knob and intensity knob turned to "11" that spelled trouble for all in attendance. Any more words will do no justice to this one. The set would get pretty silly, but it will always come back to this opening number. To say they nailed it is an understatement. I was seriously thinking that perhaps it was the encore because I didn't know how they were going to top it. With all respect to Jimmy Page and Robert Plant... thank you Gov't Mule, you did it, you blew my mind.

Fool's Moon and Rocking Horse were both sort of letdowns after that opener. It could just be the relativity of it all, but the former just seemed like a bad song to my ears and the latter did not live up to previous versions of this song, particularly the one I saw the Allmans play just last month. Mule (the song) brought things back up to par again. Instead of losing itself in stop-short exchanges to create increasingly weirder sandwiches, this version kept within itself. The jam neatly evaporated into the oft-heard Third Stone From The Sun as well as teases on Norwegian Wood without becoming mired in road-less-traveled excursions. Thus, it was a bit shorter than recent versions, but packaged tighter and was just what was needed to drive the rock and roll stake back into our ears. I think it goes without saying that Warren was just shredding throughout, doesn't it? Does anyone do it better? (yes, that was rhetorical).

And once you thought we were clear for the home stretch, a change of personnel ruined the mood once more as the show continued it's up, up, up, down, down, down roller-coaster ride. Beautifully Broken brought out the Dave Matthews Band's Stefan Lessard as it did for their gig last October at the Roseland. That night a multitude of bassists each got a few numbers to massage the infinite nuances of Warren Haynes' repertoire. Lessard's "miniset" was a highlight including Beautifully Broken as well as some terrific covers (Lively Up Yourself and Cortez the Killer were arguable the best tunes played at that show) The flow from bassist to bassist was nothing but smooth and remarkable considering the array of styles on display. Last night showed what a difference a couple dozen city blocks can make. Squeezing Lessard in between the heavy Mule and the even heavier shit that was yet to come was just asking for trouble. Beautifully Broken is my favorite tune off the recent Mule album, but sometimes cramming too many guests out there can come back to haunt you. Warren is the master of special guests, no doubt about it, but perhaps his eagerness got the best of him at the Beacon... if only for a moment.

Now we get to the fun part... did I mention that Kid Rock came out and lived up to his name on a Wednesday night?? I mean, we all knew that Metallica's Jason Newsted was gonna come out and play, he was on the bill, but Kid Rock? Rock is dead, you say?? Long live rock!

Marshall Tucker Band's "Can't You See" was the first tune and they just frickin' hit the ground running with that one. Vocals from Mr Rock were impeccable and his showmanship just pushed the crowd energy up one more notch. It's not often that the crowd at a Mule show is pumping its fists, banging its collective head and screaming to God almighty in the name of rock and roll, but Lord help me, they were worked to a frenzy on the Upper West Side. Audley Freed was there and it just hasn't been that loud, that intense and that fucking rocking for me in a long, long time. They followed that up with a Sweet Leaf (a Mule premiere) that picked it up one more notch, if you can believe it. Kid Rock broke it down midway through and semi-improv-ed an impressive rap that I believe was a cross between some of his own material and on-the-spot word-smithing. When he squealed "Kid Rock rocking with tha Government Mule!" I nearly lost my marbles. The middle breakdown secetion of this one was brutally good...

Lest I forget the most impressive part of the night -- Jason Newsted taking his turn to bat as the bassist for the entity known as Gov't Mule. We've had our turn with Burbridge and Schools and a few others scattered in between, but as far as I know, we haven't had any heavy metal thrashers like Jason Newsted at the helm. Ladies and gentlemen, it's time. He looks the part, his body moves the part and his bass plays the part. Newsted ripped it up like nobody's business. The shit hit the fan when they started playing War Pigs. Kid Rock hung around for the first verse and then took off, ensuring he didn't overstay his welcome. This left the band in old-school, power trio format -- Jason, Warren and Matt. There's a reason they call it the "power" trio -- so few people, so MUCH noise. The space in between what they were playing took on its own soundscape sometimes resembling a devil's horn section. Sonic assault. Newsted has shown he can fill the role on some cover tunes... I'm excited to hear how he treats the Mule repertoire like Thorazine and Blind Man, and hopefully he'll get a chance over the next couple gigs..

The encore brought out Robert Randolph and Alvin Youngblood Hart for a Lovelight that left much to be desired. There was really no way they could top the nastiness of the second set, there were still swirls of smoke from the charred remains of our souls filling the Beacon and no one wanted to turn on their lovelights, believe me. The playing was so awkward during the encore, I don't even know where to begin, so I'll just leave it at that and we can all forget it ever happened. I can only imagine how the show might have sounded if they had brought out these guests and played Lovelight to end the first set leaving the encore open for something else with Newsted (how about a Newsted vs. Schools ultimate death match?). I'm sure Warren will come up with something new and nutty for the next time they come to NYC -- hopefully we'll be ready for him!

16 April 2007

Photo: Time Travels

We're celebrating The Boy this week here at OTW, as he turns 3 tomorrow. This pic just about captures what it's like to be a younger brother at this stage of his life. As such, it's Hank Week which is kinda like Shark Week without the sharks.

We started on Sunday which was a Just Dad day fighting the cold wind and rain. We hit the new kidflick "Meet the Robinsons." The movie was the third in a trilogy preceded by The Terminator and Back to the Future, which is to say it was largely about time travel. I'm no member of the Academy, but this was a little intense for a G rating. I mean the Big Squeeze gets a bit rattled trying to wrap her head around Michael J Fox running into another version of himself, what are the little ones supposed to make of this? I don't understand how difficult it is to come out with some halfway decent material for the rated-G set but it is... the movie dudes should realize that if they just rotated through Finding Nemo and Peter Pan, etc. every week they'd probably sell an equal number of movie tickets to any other crap available on a Saturday afternoon. Anyway, becoming quite an expert in this stuff, I give this one a B-.

Of course, alone time in the car w/ dad = deep thoughts from LJ. Amongst the stream of non sequiturs :

LJ: How do they make roads?
Dad: Well, they flatten out the ground and then they take asphalt which is like little crushed up rocks and tar and they lay it down and then a big roller truck makes it all flat.
LJ: And then what?
Dad: Well, that's it, then they have a road.
LJ: ...
Dad: And then a truck comes around and paints all the lines.
LJ: That's what I was wondering about!
....
LJ: Dad, look! Did you see that?
Dad: What?
LJ: A tiger just ran by!
Dad: Really?
LJ: April Fools!
Dad: April Fools Day already passed a couple weeks ago.
LJ: It's still April isn't it? I'm celebrating April Fools Month!
....
[midway through conversation about trip earlier this month on which family flew JetBlue]
LJ: ...even the plane was fun... we had coloring books and TV!
Dad: Yeah, that was good. When I flew on airplanes when I was a kid we didn't have TV's.
LJ: You mean you lived in the olden days!?!
Dad: It wasn't that long ago.
LJ: But you didn't have TV!
Dad: On the plane, we didn't have TV on the plane. We had TV's at home.
LJ: Oh...
Dad: We didn't have a computer, though, when I was your age.
LJ: Wha!? You really did live in the olden days!

15 April 2007

Shows of the Week

Holy Moses! Big time music this week, Green Apple on down... what are you going to miss this week?

[Remember: * = Ned's picks; # = new additions; you can get this listing in your inbox every week by going here and clicking "join group"]

Enjoy!

Click here for upcoming shows

Monday:
Bob Mould et al @ Bowery Ballroom (benefit)
Rodrigo Y Gabriela @ Webster Hall
*Ollabelle @ Banjo Jim's
Donny McCaslin @ 55 Bar (late)
Luxe Pop @ Magnetic Field (Brooklyn)
Butch Morris Orchestra @ Nublu
Leon Russell @ BB King's

Tuesday:
Ollabelle @ Banjo Jim's
Art Brut @ Bowery Ballroom
Ozomatli @ Webster Hall
*Bill Frisell Sextet @ VIllage Vanguard (early/late)
Rudder (CD release) @ Bitter End
Moonshine Still @ Lion's Den
Oliver Manchon @ Barbes (Brooklyn)
FREE Ethan Iverson recital @ Klavierhaus
The Brakes @ Tap Bar
Jesse Malin et al @ Mercury Lounge

Wednesday:
*Ratatat @ Webster Hall
Son Volt (Jason Isbell opens) @ Irving Plaza
Bill Frisell Sextet @ VIllage Vanguard (early/late)
Mark Sganga & Friends @ The Stone (early)
John Vanderslice (St Vincent opens) @ Maxwell's (Hoboken)
Norah Jones (M Ward opens) @ Theater at MSG
Darrin James Band @ Rockwood Music Hall
Stephane Wrembel @ The Stone (late)
Art Brut @ Studio B (Brooklyn)

Thursday:
John Vanderslice, St. Vincent @ Mercury Lounge
Tim O'Brien @ Joe's Pub (early)
*Benevento/Russo Duo (acoustic) @ Knitting Factory (early/late)
The Budos Band @ The Hook (Brooklyn)
Balkan Beat Box, Golem @ Bowery Ballroom
Bill Frisell Sextet @ VIllage Vanguard (early/late)
Hot Chip @ Webster Hall
Van Davis @ 55 Bar (early)
The Blue Method @ The Annex (midnight)
Jeff Tain Watts w/ C. McBride, M. Strickland (CD release) @ Cutting Room (late)
George Clinton & 420 Funk Mob @ The Concert Hall
Matt Munisteri @ Barbes (Brooklyn)
Chicago Afrobeat Project @ SOB's
Peter Apfelbaum @ Zebulon (Brooklyn)
New Riders of the Purple Sage @ Canal Room
Patty Griffin @ Beacon Theater
Wayne Krantz @ 55 Bar (late/midnight)
Tower of Power @ North Fork Theater (Westbury, LI)

Friday:
Particle (Jerry Joseph opens) @ Bowery Ballroom
Jake Shimabukuro @ Joe's Pub (early)
Bill Frisell Sextet @ VIllage Vanguard (early/late)
Mike Dillon's Go-Go Jungle, Licorice @ Tap Bar
Zero @ Gramercy Theater
Ryan Montbleau, Bomb Squad et al @ Knitting Factory
Radiators @ Lion's Den
FREE Grace Potter, School of Rock w/ J. Anderson @ Grand Central Station (noon)
Hot Chip @ Webster Hall
Emanuel Ax/Edgar Meyer @ Zankel Hall
Hot Buttered Rum @ Rebel
Howard Fishman @ Barbes (Brooklyn)
Stephane Wrembel @ The Stone (late)
Junior Brown @ Joe's Pub (late/midnight)
John Mayall & The Bluesbreakers @ BB King's (early/late)
Illinois @ Sarah Lawrence College (Bronxville)
Erin McKeown @ Southpaw (Brooklyn) (early)
Anthony Coleman @ Issue Project Space (Brooklyn)
Charlie Hunter, Kaki King @ Housing Works Bookstore
*Grace Potter, The Wood Brothers @ Southpaw (Brooklyn) (late)
Eric Hutchinson @ The Cutting Room
John Legend, Corinne Bailey Rae @ Starland Ballroom (Sayreville, NJ)
CocRosie @ Warsaw (Brooklyn)
Mahavishnu Project @ IMAC (Huntington, LI)

Saturday:
Bill Frisell Sextet @ VIllage Vanguard (early/late)
Raq (Touchpants opens) @ Bowery Ballroom
BuzzUniverse, Moon Boot Lover @ Fontana's
*Assembly of Dust @ Mexicali Blues (Teaneck, NJ)
School of Rock w/ Jon Anderson (Gene Ween opens) @ Starland Ballroom
(Sayreville, NJ)
Taylor Hicks @ Beacon Theater
Harry Connick Jr @ Radio City Music Hall
Kaki King @ White Room (Brooklyn)
Edwin McCain Band @ BB KIng's
FREE Assembly of Dust @ Grand Central Station (noon)
The Gang Font @ The Silent Barn (Brooklyn)
Jessica Lurie Ensemble @ The Stone (early)
Radiators @ Lion's Den
Mahavishnu Project @ Makor
Jesse Malin et al @ Mercury Lounge
Patrick Wolff Trio @ Zebulon (Brooklyn)
That's My Momma @ Cutting Room (late)
Chris Barron et al @ Rockwood Music Hall
Henry Grimes/Rashied Ali @ Brecht Forum
Mason Jennings @ Gramercy Theater
Aaron Alexander's Midrash Mish Mosh @ The Stone (late)
Method Man & Redman @ Adelphi University (Garden City, LI)

Sunday:
Fat Mama @ Knitting Factory
The Gang Font @ Tap Bar
Frequency @ Jimmy's
FREE Laurie Berkner @ Central Park
Stephane Wrembel @ Barbes (Brooklyn)
Oliver Lake @ Roulette
*John Vanderslice, St. Vincent @ Union Hall (Brooklyn)
School of Rock w/ J. Anderson @ Symphony Space
Dave Matthews & Tim Reynolds @ Radio City Music Hall
Bill Frisell Sextet @ VIllage Vanguard (early/late)
Tower of Power @ BB King's (early/late)
Kaki King @ Galapagos (Brooklyn)

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12 April 2007

minimix: Week In Preview

What a city! Here's a small taste of some music in NYC in the next several days... and I'm not even touching the weekends (I think it's conceivable to see all 5 of these in a matter of 2 days). Consider this the proverbial tip of the iceberg. See you there!

Enjoy!

Download the mix

01 Good Old People -- Bill Frisell: The Intercontinentals
02 Exodus Damage -- John Vanderslice: Pixel Revolt
03 Now. Now. -- St. Vincent: Marry Me
04 Raindrops Whisper Words -- Benevento/Russo Duo: Marco Benevento And Joe Russo
05 Tropicana -- Ratatat: Classics
06 T.I.B.W.F. -- The Budos Band: Budos Band

Links: Feeling smart

Few random stabs this week as I try to consider a world without Imus.... things I read this week that made me feel smarter.

  • I love Lost. I was an early adopter, gleeful fan since episode one, but I never followed up on any of the zaniness online until this year when I discovered J. Wood's blog on Powells.com. If you've watched the show at all, you owe it to yourself to check this thing out. It's like a Liberal Arts education rolled into a blog about a silly quasi-sci-fi television show, but it actually makes me feel smarter after reading it. It doesn't get (too) into theories and such (which I really couldn't care less about), but rather delves deep into all the amazing detailed references the shows creators throw into each episode which you almost certainly missed the 1st time through. I'm not doing it justice -- just check it out. Start at the beginning of this season and work forwards. Zing!
  • If you haven't read this article about violinist extraordinaire Josh Bell playing at a D.C. Metro stop, please do. It's all a gimmick until someone writes a fascinating piece about it, this is more about the article itself for me than what it's about, but that's wild as well. It all means something, unless it doesn't. The ensuing online chat with the author is also worth reading, save for all the Washington-centric stuff. (via Freakonomics)
  • Renters rejoice! For someone who has been renting a house for the past 2+ years wondering if and when I'd ever be able to afford to buy a place of our own, this article made me feel good.
  • JJ starts another piece of so-called microfiction today. Get involved -- it'll make you smarter. Maybe.
  • Check out the fun at PaloozaHead. Probably won't hit any festivals this year, but it's good to know that LJ made it Chicago:

Create Your Own PaloozaHead - Visit Lollapalooza.com

11 April 2007

Photos and Review: Phil Lesh

SOB's, 10 April 2007

Observed as I was leaving the Phil & Friends SOB's show on Tuesday:

  • ticketless Deadheads of the nth degree huddled near the door "gettin' down" to the music (I left during the encore) like they were in the lot at Shoreline... Shakedown St? No -- Varick.
  • wookies huddled in a nearby doorway blowing up balloons of nitrous
  • the strong stench of homeless urine emanating from the subway station... I took a cab.
Observed inside the club earlier in the evening:
  • a dreadlocked woman offering "Tarot readings"
  • a 60ish man tweaked out to the point of being shepherded out by what could very well have been his granddaughter
  • a healthy cloud of smoke hanging in the rafters not seen in these parts since the Wetlands closed its doors.
  • the ghost of Jerry Garcia ripping a hole in the ceiling, reaching in and personally filing a cease-and-desist order on the butchering of the Lady with a Fan section of Terrapin Station
  • One helluva live music show....
I'll keep it short(ish), but the Grateful Dead experience is alive and well once again, its demise exaggerated for the zillionth time. After reports of extreme mediocrity permeated the interweb after Monday's rehearsal dinner, the new band -- featuring Larrys Campbell and McCray on Garcia/Weir|Herring/Haynes duty as well as John Molo (back from the death... or food poisoning, depending on your preferred level of melodrama) on drums, Steve Molitz (of Particle non-fame) on keys and youthful exuberance and some woman on estrogenic presence and occasional backup vocals -- was wedded, consummated and sent way on their honeymoon.

The setlist read thusly:

Set I: Franklins Tower > Friend of the Devil > The Weight, Ship Of Fools* > Blow Away*, Cold Rain and Snow*

Set II: Viola Lee Blues* > Candyman, All Along the Watchtower > Cryptical Envelopment > Other One > something Particulate, Terrapin Station [mercifully aborted], Terrapin Station > I Know You Rider

E: Next Time You See Me

*w/ Warren Haynes


Having not been there on Monday, I can only assume the difference between the reports of "blech" on Tuesday morning and the twittering glee in the eyes of everyone from the get-go through the end on Tuesday night was John Molo. The guy received a standing O outside the venue as he walked past the ticketless and ticketed alike to make his way inside. That was quite possibly the worst case of diarrhea in Deadhead history.

Make no doubt about it, this was a special show. As close as you're getting to the Grateful Dead these days in a club that had the size and vibe of the old Wetlands Preserve. The incomparable Chris Kuroda on lights and a sound so clicking, Phil's overheard manic stage directions sounded like music. That music was about as ranging as the members of a band. It is an ensemble where you've got a Dylan/country-rock twangster, an honest-to-goodness bluesman, a guy who's so electronica he seems to perpetually exists under strobe lights, not to mention the living embodiment of the great grandfathers of jam music. The quality of play was just as dispersed as was the resulting music we've got.

They were pretty slamming out of the gate. I've sometimes found Molo's drumming to be a little too unhinged from the otherwise tight Phil Lesh melange (including multiple occasions Tuesday night) but during Franklin's he was as otherworldly as I would have wanted. The Lesh/Molo combo was too much for any mediocrity to overcome from the get-go, they simply wouldn't let the shit fail. The good thing is, the rest of the band seemed, if not a polished per se, certainly up to the task. The Franklin's>FOTD>The Weight wasn't perfect, mind you, but certainly rocked the roof off. SOB's was hopping! The entire time it felt they could have dropped into a Know You Rider with that pinpoint '73 China/Rider accuracy but they never quite did.

A guitarist in the Phil Lesh circle doesn't necessarily need to know the Grateful Dead to succeed, but they certainly need to know Jerry at some level. They may not even be aware that they are aware, but they have to appreciate the Garcia aesthetic to carry the music the way Phil wants it to be played. Tuesday night we got to see Larry McCray make his first steps toward that knowledge. He is a far cry from Jimmy Herring, but his chops were on display and he certainly has something to them.

Warren Haynes (yes that Warren Haynes, can you believe it??) came out toward th e end of the first set and did the things that Warren does. I wouldn't say the show was great because of Haynes. He brought an air of legitimacy to the tunes he played on and seemed to up the level of intensity from the rest of the band. Ship of Fools was nice from an observational standpoint, but Blow Away was actually dead on. They played both of those tunes at my first Dead show many years ago and so the pairing was particularly sweet. McCray sang the latter and M olitz was channeling his inner-Mydland (who knew he had it?).

When they turned to a jam midway, Phil seemed agitated in his urging: his eyes said "JAM" and only after multiple gesticulations did he get everything to sink in properly, but it paid off. That was the other angle to the show that was kinda neat. It was a glorified, $50-a-pop rehearsal, no doubt about it. Thankfully it was a mostly enjoyable one, but you got to see a band taking shape, a group that is probably only at 33 and a third at this point, but certainly on their way. Throughout the night Lesh coaxed and brooded and gritted his teeth and eventually smiled and bobbed and whispered and shouted and looked old and looked young. Phil Lesh is the Cesar Millan of the jamiverse -- he is the Jam Whisperer. I am convinced that given enough time he can turn any 5 musicians into a decent, if not transcendent band.

The first set had its ups and downs but was enough to console my decision to actually step inside the venue and not make off with a bounty of scalped lucre. The second set, we all know, though, is where a show is made and on that front, the show was made with an intergalactic Viola Lee Blues. If my musical life was chopped up into 30 minute moments, the ticks made up this jam have to be rated. This one started with a little TNT: just an explosion of sound and more importantly volume. It inspired an audibilized "whoa!" out of me. The lion was awake and it wanted us to know it! With Haynes still kicking around on a crowded stage, the band coalesced around the Lesh-Molo engine. It was either a peak or a foreshadowing of potential, but it was in the "as good as it gets" category. Each verse of this monster flipped into something different, the band becoming a chameleon with wide ranging jams that were loose and tight and spot on all over. During one stretch Warren and Phil and Molo locked in on a target -- Low Spark -- and seemed destined to make the segue. It was more of a tease... let's call it a vamp, and it got me in a sweat. Eventually Phil guided them out of it -- WHAM! back into Viola Lee. This was the floor exercises of their routine: filled with cartwheels, back flips and pure synchronicity. What I'm trying to say here is that the Viola Lee Blues kicked ass.

McCray shined again on Candyman, not quite nailing it as owning it. He's got the best voice on the stage as well as the best axeman chops and when he truly learns how to direct those talents towards Phil's goals, when he truly absorbs the spirit of Jerry as Lesh understands it, he'll have that "I once was blind and now I see" moment and anyone there in the audience to witness it will go home a happy man. But cover songs are easier and Watchtower was pumping with Phil playing impossibly low on the low end. Is there a sweeter sound coming from below than Phil Lesh's 10 fingers on a 6-string Modulus? There is something purely good about that tone and those runs of notes -- Mozart, Picasso, Lesh.

At this point the hour-mark for the set had been reached and an LIRR window was opening for me [ed. note fulfills OTW review quote of one mention of train ride in or out of city]. The band circled the wagons and lay down camp in a Cryptical that I could not escape. Phil strained on the vocals but the ensuing jam was of the sugary sweet variety and I had to forgo an hour of sleep. Lucky for me as there was a full hour of music left in the quiver. The jam between Cryptical and the Other One here was atypical. It wasn't that fiery pulsating stun gun of a jam, but more of an eased-in melodic pirouette. The guys were really dialed in at this point and they took on that quintessential Phil Lesh and Friends vibe of "you don't know where we're going and frankly neither do we!" The jam was prolonged and sweet but eventually it did make it there with that gooey goodness coming from Phil as they dropped the bomb on the Other One.

That ripped and dropped into some Particle tune that was a complete 180 on the band and the crowd. The late hour on a weeknight started stripping away some of that enthusiastic 400 or so that had been shoehorned in. All of the sudden, the small club became a little late night tripster den. Kuroda was masterful all night, but maybe he didn't quite nail the vibe coming from the stage at this moment, but the band sure did. Molo and Lesh played the part of jammers half their age, embracing the techno like you never knew they could. Molitz was in the zone and the bobs between notes doubled in amplitude and the smile was just as wide. He literally took over the band, directing them and guiding them through a jam that was so up-tempo it practically gave McCray a heart attack keeping up. The man is large and this thing had him sweating and shooting looks of both fear and admiration at Molitz. It was much fun and it brought the Particle People out of the woodwork, which was neat.

At this point I couldn't believe they were still going strong. I was in danger of missing the next train as we stood around mulling what they might finish up with. When they started up the Terrapin Station I had but one thought: this is going to be a disaster. I actually said it out loud, so sure was my fear. Hey, I've been singing these guys' praises in paragraph form here, but let's not kid ourselves, they were rough around the edges and they were sticking to the B-Grade material. The guys were jamming at a yummy level, but I hadn't seen anything that lead me to believe they could handle the intricate composed sections of a true Dead masterpiece. Of course, I was right. McCray looked about as confused as a new puppy being left alone for the first time not to mention completely spent. The question wasn't quite who was out of tune but who wasn't. Man, they were one George McConnell short of absolute, quintessential trainwreck and after a few verses of shit sandwich and some "Jerry's turning in his grave" attempts at a solo in the midsection, Phil cut his losses and aborted the attempt. The crowd cheered. Yes, they cheered when it was over. I cheered. What were we cheering? "A+ for effort" or "thanks for ending my misery. " Ouch.

So, after some minutes discussion of the assumed "what can we do to salvage this set?" variety they started up again. What song, pray tell, do you think they decided to substitute? That's right, another version of Terrapin. This one wasn't A+, but it was certainly a passing mark. What did Phil say? What magical tuning machine did they employ? It had to be magic, this shit was actually quite, quite good. Campbell nailed the solo as well as you'd expect him to, McCray had caught his breath and Phil reached deep down into the liver for some blast of jams past. There ain't nothing in the Dead repertoire that skins my rabbit quite like a well-played Terrapin and this one passed the sniff test. Something you could really sink your teeth into, not to mention mix metaphors about.

And yet, still, STILL, they were not done. The end jam peaked and peaked the way a good end-to-Terrapin jam should. Sweet powerful sounds... finally gathering into that long-awaited Know You Rider. Set time was approaching 2 hours, how these old men weren't tired I'll never know, juicing the Ensure for all I care, but damn, they found it deep inside and brought it one more time. We danced one last dance finding our own reserves -- everyone happy they had been there inside. It's not every day you get the private party with someone like Phil Lesh. Someone who's delivered for so many years and somehow, in some way, still delivers like few can. He's a national treasure. Lucky us.

08 April 2007

Shows of the Week

Here comes summer! Some sweet free music on the Nedar... it's the reason we're here in the first place. Let me know what I'm missing.

Enjoy!

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Monday:
*Steven Bernstein's Millenial Territory Orchestra @ Tonic (early)
Andrew Bird @ Union Hall (Brooklyn)
Cold War Kids @ Bowery Ballroom
Iggy & The Stooges @ United Palace
Phil Lesh & Friends @ SOB's
Adam Levy et al @ Rockwood Music Hall
Butch Morris Orchestra @ Nublu

Tuesday:
Courvoisier/Feldman Duo, Floriculture @ Tonic (early)
Vernon Reid, Groove Collective @ Tonic (late)
*Phil Lesh & Friends @ SOB's
Dr John @ Rose Theater
Jenny Scheinman @ Barbes (Brooklyn) (early)
Bill Frisell Trio @ Village Vanguard (early/late)
Anders Parker @ Union Hall (Brooklyn)
Taylor Hicks @ Starland Ballroom (Sayreville, NJ)
Ravi Coltrane Quartet @ Blue Note (early/late)

Wednesday:
Junior Boys @ Bowery Ballroom
*Bobby Previte/Skerik @ 55 Bar (early/late)
Bill Frisell Trio @ Village Vanguard (early/late)
Ravi Coltrane Quartet @ Blue Note (early/late)
Pat Metheny & Brad Mehldau @ Carnegie Hall
Brotzmann/Pliakas/Wertmueller @ Tonic (early)
Leroy Justice et al @ Mercury Lounge
James Carter Quintet @ Zankel Hall
Wolff et al @ Club Midway
Lily Allen (Bird & The Bee opens) @ Irving Plaza
Mary Chapin Carpenter @ The Concert Hall
Buddy Guy @ BB King's
G3 @ Theater at MSG

Thursday:
RJD2 @ The Crazy Donkey (Farmingdale, LI)
Soulive @ Bowery Ballroom
Alejandro Escovedo @ Joe's Pub (early)
Illinois et al @ Mercury Lounge
Wayne Krantz @ 55 Bar (late/midnight)
Bill Frisell Trio @ Village Vanguard (early/late)
Suphala @ Tonic (early)
Ravi Coltrane Quartet @ Blue Note (early/late)
Black Hollies et al @ The Annex
Bob Schneider @ Knitting Factory (early/late)
*Dave Douglas Keystone @ Iridium (early/late)
Kokolo Afrobeat Orchestra @ Maxwell's (Hoboken)

Friday the 13th:
Umphrey's McGee @ Nokia Theater
BuzzUniverse @ Donegal Saloon (Kearney, NJ)
Ravi Coltrane Quartet @ Blue Note (early/late)
Guster @ Beacon Theater
Dave Douglas Keystone @ Iridium (early/late)
RJD2 @ Webster Hall
Page France et al @ Piano's
The Moonlighters @ Barbes (Brooklyn)
Brothers Past @ BB King's (late night)
Alejandro Escovedo @ Unitarian Church (Montclair, NJ)
Bill Frisell Trio @ Village Vanguard (early/late)
Soulive @ Bowery Ballroom
Malaby/Rojas/Hollenbeck @ Cornelia St. Cafe
Afroskull @ Parkside Lounge
Buddy Guy @ BB King's
Sean Lennon @ Irving Plaza
Marilyn Crispell @ Roulette
*John Zorn Improv night @ Tonic (early/late)... last Tonic show
Isley Brothers (Sharon Jones & Dap Kings open) @ United Palace Theater

Saturday:
E.S.T./Matthew Shipp @ Merkin Concert Hall
*Toubab Krewe @ BB King's (midnight)
Bill Frisell Trio @ Village Vanguard (early/late)
MK Groove Orchestra w/ M. Benevento @ Blue Note (late night)
Dave Douglas Keystone @ Iridium (early/late)
Page France @ Union Hall (Brooklyn)
Leo Kottke @ Paramount Theater (Peekskill, NY)
Guster @ Beacon Theater
Dub Is A Weapon et al @ The Hook (Brooklyn)
Ravi Coltrane Quartet @ Blue Note (early/late)
Great Big Sea @ Hammerstein Ballroom
Dave Kolker et al @ Bitter End

Tax Man:
Stephane Wrembel @ Barbes (Brooklyn)
Dave Douglas Keystone @ Iridium (early/late)
Allen Toussaint @ Joe's Pub (noon)
Flickerstick @ Knitting Factory
*Bill Frisell Trio @ Village Vanguard (early/late)
Dave Mason @ BB King's
Ravi Coltrane Quartet @ Blue Note (early/late)

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06 April 2007

minimix: Americana Is Beautiful.1 -- Feelin' Steely

Little roots music focusing on the wondfully dynamic pedal steel guitar.

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Enjoy!

01 Kind Woman -- Buffalo Springfield: Retrospective
02 Prison On Route 41 -- Calexico / Iron & Wine: In The Reins
03 Deep Red Bells -- Neko Case: NPR Live Concert Series (4/9/06)
04 Lay Lady Lay -- Bob Dylan : Nashville Skyline
05 Four Days of Rain -- Flying Burrito Brothers: Live 22 July 1971
06 Native Praise -- The Campbell Brothers: Can You Feel It?

03 April 2007

Links: Remembering Tonic

So, Tonic is closing. Sad but true. I can say without reservation it remained my favorite venue in the city and maybe, just maybe, before they close the place down, I'll get to see one more lick of jazz or rock or classical or some one-of-a-kind amalgam of everything and nothing.

I've seen so many great shows over such a wide spectrum, I don't even know where to begin. The room filled a niche in the NYC scene that's tough to define, and likewise in my live music career. I believe my first time there was the first show ever there, although I could be mistaken. It was for Zorn's Masada and they didn't even have a liquor license at the time, and even though we were crammed toward the back in an overfilled room, the magic was flowing from day one. (and it would certainly foreshadow many a mind-blowing evening with Mr. Zorn leading the charge). Sure, the place had it's annoyances -- what was the deal with the 3 rows of seats, like a taunt for those who didn't get there in time to sit down. Still, the good outweighed the bad 100 times over. I never felt like there was a bottom line at Tonic -- something you couldn't say about many rooms in Manhattan... or anywhere for that matter. The memories will last a long while, from the sweet, sweet music lifting you to the heavens down to the drunken late nights in the subTonic, still one of the best late night weird-vibe haunts around (you actually got to sit in these giant wine casks -- the building was an old Kedem winery). Thankfully, I've written a lot of those memories down, so here are a bunch of reviews, courtesy of my trove of JamBase reviews from back in the day as well as more recent happenings covered by this blog. I'm sure I cover all that Tonic was and wasn't over the course of these... enjoy

Here's a video preview of the to-be-released Benevento 3CD set of his Tonic residency (this summer on Ropeadope):

02 April 2007

Photos & Review: Do Make Say Think|The Berg Sans Nipple|Elliott Brood

Bowery Ballroom, 29 March 2007

When New York City is your live music home base there are always going to be conflicts, decisions to be made. Until cloning technology makes some strides, you can only be in one place at a time. Throw in the growing-older aspects of work, family and physical exhaustion and you're quickly in take-what-you-can-get territory. By the same token, the other side of the coin is very attractive -- if you want to see a band, and they tour at all, there is little doubt they'll be coming to NYC at some point. All this is to say that I've REALLY wanted to see Do Make Say Think for a while now and in a week filled with top notch live music out the proverbial ying yang, there was no doubt that I was getting my ass to Bowery Ballroom to check these guys out.

As has been the case, lately, the opening acts were equally as intriguing. I walked into the Ballroom as Elliott Brood was already in full swing. The crowd at this point was smallish, but I could tell by the way that they were huddled enthusiastically around the stage that I should sidle... and so I sidled. I would describe these guys as cosmic rockabilly. The instrumentation was, right-to-left: drums, banjo/guitar, guitar. It's amazing how you could take 100 trios of guitar/banjo/drums and get 100 completely different sounds out of them. This is true in all instances, of course, take any instruments and repeat. The possibilities are endless. Are you influenced by your influences' influences or do you stop at one degree?

The mix of sound here was some sort of mash-up of every stage of Neil Young's back catalog. Quiet, soulful songsmithing made way for raunchy Crazy Horse soundscapes. The guitarist stage-left sat down and, although was playing a standard plugged-in acoustic guitar got some serious volume and sound out of his rig. It was hard to see what he was plugged in through, but there was a whole lot of something going on over there effects-wise. It wasn't until after the set that I saw that he also had some bass pedals -- which did explain where the bass notes were coming from, but still much to be answered. He was the one-man Crazy Horse. The banjo player/guitar player/ukulele player had an incredibly raspy voice and a frenetic pacing to everything he did. His banjo playing was reminiscent of the Codetalkers, four-string fast-paced wildness. I really liked Elliott Brood. Their whole sound was sort of like this: boom chukka boom chukka boom chukka... they made me dance. They might have been from Canada, or at least close, because they talked about the bridge between Detroit and Windsor. There's something going on in Canada. When we figure out what it is, we need to work on importing some of it here. [OTW note: quick Google check confirms: Canadian] See further: Do Make Say Think (below)

Next up was The Berg Sans Nipple, who may have been French Canadian, but I'm pretty sure they were just French. Let's call them the French Duo. You know the Duo, right? Well, I'm obsessed with them on all fronts and will try to minimize the references thereto in this review, but it's going to be inevitable.

Like Russo & Benevento, these guys (while having an infinitely better name, btw) are a drummer and keyboard player and play instrumental music and do a lot of digital sampling therein. But there are way more differences than similarities between the pair of duos. Musically, I'd pin BSN as a mix of the instrumental triangle of Duo/Sound Tribe Sector 9/Drums and Tuba, which puts them strongly in a jammy milieu -- surprising because I've never heard a whiff of them before. After seeing them on Thursday, I'd say this is a shame -- memo to Bonnaroo: book these guys for a late night slot somewhere, you will not be sorry. Keyboards and drums, yes, but also steel drums and hooters and trumpets and screaming and shouting -- all this sound squeezed through a conduit of 1's and 0's and coming out as a freaky, funky mishmash that's got a good beat and makes the kids smile.
The audience, which was almost to capacity by this point, was obviously gaga over these guys and rightly so. There was little there that wasn't to love. On one hand, there wasn't much there there -- the musicianship was sort of B-, the songs were more like notions of a dance riff and yet, the energy and creativity seemed to fill in the gaps more than adequately.

I meant to buy their CD on the way out, but that was before...

Do Make Say Think totally rearranged my reality, making me forget what was life was like beforehand. Truly next level. The word is: transcendental. They transcended. People will introduce DMST as some sort of Broken Social Scene side-project, but that's not an accurate representation. They're more like the second cousin of BSS. BSS is a collective and the Venn diagram of their existence involves the overlap and inclusion a lot of bands, one of which is Do Make Say Think from whom they borrow a couple members and most certainly borrow a lot of musical ideas. Any time you hear the Broken Social Scene and think: "wow that is so amazingly orchestral for pop music", they've copped that from DMST. I've got a couple of their albums and have had their most recent one (reviewed here) in heavy drool-inducing rotation since it arrived. My hope would have been that they could reproduce their studio magic, the majesty of their compositions and the energy of their instrumentation in a live setting. If they just did that -- note for note -- I would have been more than impressed.

But it was much more than that. If anything, the album sell their talents short. Their set Thursday night at the Bowery Ballroom was some weird lobotomizing experience. A disorienting brain re-arranger. It was like going to an amusement park blindfolded and being lead around by some crazy prankster. One minute your seated comfortably on the merry go round: horizontal circles, peaceful, pure, perfect... the next moment, without warning, without the chance to brace yourself, you're on the roller coaster: up, up, up, up... DOOOOOOOWN!!! Mental whiplash for which you haven't a chance to prepare yourself for.

The band was six members strong with two drummers: the esoteric, instrumental Canadian Allman Brothers. A female violin player stood sandwiched between two guitar players and a bassist, although sometimes the guitar player was a bassist or the other one was a keyboardist or there were actually two bass players (double bass = BAD ASS!). Stage left was a trumpet player and a sax player who sometimes played another little set of keys and sometimes did nothing. There was also a dude tucked way in the back who just kind of added more drumming.... mmmm... more drums. Is that more than six? It was a large six. The players and their instruments were sort of incidental. For that matter, so were the songs. It was like a symphony with movements and a level of storytelling that you usually have to dig for in instrumental music. They didn't do a lot of dynamic rocking out or preening or really much of anything, they just played and played and blew my fricking mind.

Somehow these guys are all rhythm and all melody all the time. Crazy polyrhythms attack from all angles constantly -- listening to the music you would think there is no possible way that anyone could dance to it and yet, you find yourself moving constantly. It's not dance music and yet you can't not dance to it. That pretty much sums up the weird conflicts deeply inherent in Do Make Say Think. You have that jarring, unbraceable, surreal trip to the carnival effect as described above which just kind of sounds horrible and yet it's undeniably addicting. The first 40 minutes of their set flew by like no 40 minutes I've ever experience. I'm not even sure if it seemed really long or really short, but it was not typical. I looked at my watch, trying to catch my breath and my bearings and was just, well confused. Songs take forever to build up from absolutely nothing and then it seems like they still should slow down and take their time. You try to zone in on one musician -- that guy on the guitar, or the drummer on the right and you don't think anything special is going on and then it sort of sinks in and you're blown away. Again and again and again. There is a perfect mix of hifalutin, cerebral, intricate, reedy composition with heavy, pulsing rhythm and out-and-out guitar shredding. Not so much schizophrenia -- maybe nuttier and maybe not.

Wow, I'm doing a horrible job describing this music. I thought I knew what I was going to say and now that I'm thinking back on it a fews later my mind is mush. Did the show even happen at all? I do know that it was probably my first 16+ show in quite a while. And yet I didn't feel really old and the crowd and their energy was impressive in how they were impressed. Then you realize that Do Make Say Think may seem like one of those bands you have to "get," whose meaning might escape you, their musical poetry deep and confounding. But really that's not the case at all: great music transcends, and Do Make Say Think was transcendent.



Review: Widespread Panic

Palace Theater, Albany, NY 1 April 2007

A rainy Sunday night in Albany. April Fool's Day. Widespread Panic. It was the kind of situation where "good" and/or "bad" probably wouldn't cut it.

The show got off to a rousing early Sunday evening start with Neil Young's "Last Dance." BAM! The encore of the last Panic show I saw started this one off with a fury. The band was way loose, crispy loud and dialed in nicely. Oh, it was going to be a good night in the Capital region. As they blasted their way through the prepared portion of their opener and settled into that dreamy coda, Jimmy Herring traipsed ever-so-delicately over the threshold. One of my favorite running subplots of the green Herring era is his naiveté: he doesn't always know which songs "jam out" and even if they do, he's not always sure just quite *where* to put it. Being the consummate professional, he seems to 100% always err on the side of MORE jamming and so it was with this "Last Dance." Of course, there are multiple ways this can go, and Sunday night he opted for a psychedelic guitar-as-sitar wash that he probably perfected deep in a Dark Star with Phil Lesh back in 2000. Surreal. Sublime. Superb.

Good People. Weight of the World. I don't say this often, but: damn, that was a pretty good Weight of the World. Fleshed out the deep funk that sometimes gets lost without the horns. Actually, Herring played the note-for-note horn part and seemed to encourage some slap-happiness from Schools. At this point it was clear these guys were having fun. LOTS of it. Sunday night in Albany -- who knew?

I had forgotten to check over recent setlists before we hit the road, but I had noticed earlier in the week that Panic had played Machine > Barstools earlier in the tour. Had they done that in a while? I don't know. I do know that just reading that setlist got something -- adrenaline maybe? -- flowing through my blood, made me giddy. Of course, nothing substitutes like the real thing and the first smidgen of Machine whispering from the Palace Theater stage had my insides doing somersaults. OOH BABY! Needless to say, they nailed it. It sort of feels like this is the tour when Panic v3.0 comes together as more than just an experiment or project but as a living breathing band. And hitting something as quintessentially Widespread Panic as this couplet is instrumental (pun intended) in making that next big step. They way they hit this one -- each note a powerful blast of energy, the lights the music the crowd all superglued at the hip, each section flowing freely into the next... the future is now. I could go on, but people using words they already know...

The whole first set was pretty pitch perfect and wound down with a nice Ribs & Whiskey > Take Out > Porch Song. JB was particularly WITH IT on the guitar, as good as I've heard him in a while. Saddling up each tune, hopping on slide solos and riding each off into the sunset. Porch song is always a mystery -- short and sweet, long and jammy, somewhere in between? You never know until they get there and it can be jarring. I thought they'd cut it off short after the "live it up!" giddy-up but then they flipped it over into a monster guitar jam, Jimmy just blistering hot, shiny moonlight and the audience just totally erupting. Crazy good energy. Whew! Couldn't have asked for a more solid first set, in my opinion, everything was hot, everything was tight... add your own adjectives, that's what it was.

Second set was a little more, shall we say, hit or miss. Surprise Valley brought back memories of WSP's last trip to Albany. It was a nice little summary of what the set would be from then on out. Started out solid, then kind of hit this major lull with a lackluster drums-only breakdown which was followed by an even more lackluster keyboard interlude by Jojo. By the time they got back to the meat of the jam the whole thing kind of lost its momentum. JH did his best to manage, he's obviously not flustered too easily and came back strong, or maybe a notch or two above your basic strong. His fingers put the presto in prestidigitation, just unwieldy combination of speed, strength and creativity. At times his playing is pure sunshine and I'm afraid to look directly into it.

The second set was all about the JB/Herring/Schools trio -- they are so locked into each other these days, it's getting a bit scary. Jimmy's presence is inciting some serious chops out of his front-line mates. The jam out of Surprise sauntered nicely and Schools eased it beautifully to a segue into Blight. This was real good, but there was a moment in there, maybe it was even longer than a moment... there was a stretch of playing in there that was otherworldly. I think the term is synesthesia -- where your senses get confused so you see the music and hear colors. That's what the band was inducing in my brain last night on one or two occasions. The first was during the jam section of Blight. I'm not sure I even heard the music, but just saw it happening in the lights and colors bouncing around the beautiful theater. The entire band just melted into a single puddly mess, taking on a singular shape on the stage. Thank goodness I don't do drugs. The music was haunting and gorgeous and had no beginning nor end -- no guitar or drums or keys, but just THAT. And whatever that it, let's harness it and bottle it and maybe solve the world's energy problems.

At this point, the music was playing tricks on my mind and I was a captive audience, so I'm not complaining... but the drop out of Blight into Walkin' was bizarre and a bit jarring to say the least. It seemed as the former started to evaporate that the band didn't really *want* to go into the latter, but that's what the cue card said, so... off they went. Not bad, but just not right for that point in the show. There were a few moments like that -- where you really get a feel for how important song placement can be. If they had just lopped off the Walking/Time Zones and gone straight into...

Bum bum ba da... bum bum ba da... the tell-tale rhythms of Blind Faith's "Do What You Like." They leapfrogged the mind-fuck portion of the show a couple tunes, but it was back. Jimmy really got into the meat of Clapton's wailing guitar riffs during the verse sections of this one and the rest of the band really zipped it up nicely. Panic's version of DWYL is always kind of funny in some ways, mostly because JB doesn't really know the words all that well. Not that the lyrics are much to begin with, but he just kind of does the same thing over and over without regard to the pacing of the tune. This isn't really a problem as long as you've got the right attitude and swagger to pull it off. I've seen Bell go both ways on that, but Sunday night's version was as good as I've seen or heard because he was just so damned into it. It was the same vibe for the whole show, the band was just so gosh darn happy and into the music and each other that even the lackluster portions took on a big fat yellow smiley face sheen. Which isn't to say they didn't get dark and dirty -- they did plenty of that and this was another one of those spots where the music got all synaptic on me, triggering reflexes in my nervous system that were involuntary to say the least. Todd pulsed that beat out and the whole band turned into a hypnotist. When you see dudes get hypnotized in the movies, there are lots of different ways it can happen -- there's the pocket watch swaying back and forth, back and forth, back and forth in front of his eyes until... out. That was the 5 guys behind Jimmy. Then sometimes there's the spinning wheel effect, look deep at this spinning, spinning, spiralling, dizzy, dizzy.... that was Jimmy. He took two solos, the first of which was marked by a cool vamp on Brubeck's "Take Five" riff -- I'll take "Things I Never Thought I'd Hear At a Panic Show" for $1000 please, Alex. It actually flowed quite naturally from the song, would make for an interesting mash-up for those so-inclined. The best part about this was that Jimmy was playing this jazz standard and giving this big goofy grin to JB who seemed completely oblivious to what he was playing. Jojo took a solo thereafter and expounded on the theme before venturing off elsewhere... I'm glad someone was paying attention. JB brought it back for another round of vocals and then they launched into that second jam which was more of a launch from planet DoWhatYouLike into the stratosphere and then beyond. Bell turns to Jimmy the way he used to do with Mikey and it is a thing to behold. Schools shoots musical conversation across the stage and gets return transmissions like improvisational text messages "can u do this?" "u r 2 hot 2 hndl." The sum of the 6-man effort was more of the synesthetic effect, the music took the shape of a big white cloud of smoke, dark purple lights flashing like a droning strobe. Sleepy, sleepy, sleepy...mmmmm.

Drums.

1x1 (aka one by one) -- the deep, dark corners of v3.0 were abandoned for some surprisingly rollicking rock and roll. I think you could take all the songs played in the second set and rearrange them for a much more effective effort, but it was what it was. Almost seemed like the set was played backward. But to be honest, this was absolutely smoking -- scintillating to say the least.

The third real big highlight of the night was the Driving Song > Fixing To Die > Driving. Really just the middle part, though. I thought Herring took his spin at the wheel of Driving with a bit of a lead foot. There is a time to ease off the gas a bit, and there were just too many noted played at too furious a level for a song like this. Just a little rough, had to be said. They bopped into a
typical little thing after Driving which, for the second time that night (the first being when they went into Who Do You Belong To) I took as the start to Big Wooly Mammoth for some reason. Then JB got up to the mic and screeched "Walkin' kind of funny..." and I knew we had a keeper. Of all the moments at the Albany show, this was the one where they really let loose. The whole thing had the feel of one of those all-star jams where 6 guys who never play together hop on stage for some standard cover. Everyone took solo (or 2 or 3), wide smiles were thrown back and forth across the stage and the full complement of verses were sung at least two times through, if not more. Dave's solo was every bit as impressive as Jimmy's and JB wasn't too shabby either, wrapping up an A+ evening on the slide guitar. When everyone was satisfied and the song finally wound down, the real fun began. Most of the band kind of played that end-of-the-song noise but Schools reached down deep and grabbed himself an insanely melodic bass line that he worked and worked and worked at until it stuck. The rest of the band faded out of their endgame and followed Dave's suit, the lights (fabulous from note 1 through N) appropriately tripped out and the whole thing snowballed into several minuted of unadulterated deliciousness. It was like real-time composition, a new instrumental served up ad hoc for the yelping Albany masses. These guys have reached the point where glances and nods and twitches serve as deep communication, particularly between Dave and Jimmy and the cohesion paid off. Were they going into something else? Was this a new song? No, just a once-off tangent that had nothing to do with FXN2DI nor the end of Driving Song which would break the spell. Just a few minutes of bloody brilliance.

The end of the show was a bit lackluster. Wondering was C+ average. The crowd was as rowdy as a northeast non-NYC crowd I've ever been a part of. When they returned for the encore Dave said "thanks for coming out on a Sunday night Albany. We feel like Duran Duran" or something to that effect. I was hoping for something yowza to put the show over the top and Little Kin seemed like it had potential (I don't know WHEN the last time I saw that was), but Jimmy did his best George imitation and just kind of blew it. He never seemed comfortable up there and it was then that I realized how amazing the comfort level that he DOES show the other 99% of the time is. The big smile on his face and the "oops" glances he threw at Schools as he momentarily looked up from the sheet music at his feet he was trying desperately to not got lost in made up for the lackluster playing. I'm looking forward to the next time I see that one, something tells me he'll be just fine. Makes Sense To Me sent me to the car for a jump start on the drive but still wondering: where are they playing next Sunday?

No fooling.

01 April 2007

Shows of the Week

Half-assed SOTW, let me know what I'm missing. I'll do better next week.

Enjoy!

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Monday:
*Allman Brothers Band @ Beacon Theater
Rudder @ Zebulon (Brooklyn)
Ben Monder @ Barbes (Brooklyn)
Jane Getter Trio @ 55 Bar

Tuesday:
*Jenny Scheinman, Nels Cline, Jim Black @ Barbes (Brooklyn)
Butch Walker @ Irving Plaza
Bill Ogg & Friends @ Fat Baby
Trachtenburg Family Slideshow Players @ Canal Room
Adam Levy @ Banjo Jim's (late)
Paul Motian Octet @ Village Vanguard (early/late)
Allman Brothers Band @ Beacon Theater
Jean-Michel Pilc w/ J. Genus, K. Carlock et al @ 55 Bar (late)

Wednesday:
Sam Champion et al @ Mercury Lounge
*BuzzUniverse @ Lamp Post Bar (Jersey City)
Page McConnell @ Grammercy Theater
Sons & Daughters @ Bowery Ballroom
Wolff @ Piano's
Arturo O'Farrill Trio @ Jazz Standard (early/late)
Paul Motian Octet @ Village Vanguard (early/late)
Leni Stern w/ K. Carlock et al @ 55 Bar (late)
Scrapomatic @ Joe's Pub

Thursday:
*Dr Dog @ Bowery Ballroom
Bruce Springsteen tribute @ Carnegie Hall
Allman Brothers Band @ Beacon Theater
Jet @ Webster Hall
Pat Martino @ Iridium (early/late)
Arturo O'Farrill Trio @ Jazz Standard (early/late)
Paul Motian Octet @ Village Vanguard (early/late)
Wayne Krantz @ 55 Bar (late/midnight)
Peter Applebaum @ Zebulon (Brooklyn)
Christina Aguilera @ Continental Arena (E. Rutherford, NJ)
Next Tribe @ Wicked Monk (Brooklyn)
Stir Fried @ BB King's
Scrapomatic @ Makor

Friday:
*Russo/Skerik/Goldberger et al @ Northsix (Brooklyn)
Cold War Kids @ Bowery Ballroom
Paul Motian Octet @ Village Vanguard (early/late)
Low @ Webster Hall
Benzos et al @ Matchless (Brooklyn)
Nate Wilson Group @ Tap Bar
Martin Sexton @ Nokia Theater
Scrapomatic @ BB King's
Pat Martino @ Iridium (early/late)
Robert Glasper @ Joe's Pub (midnight)
Nocentelli, Neville, Abts, Louis, Hess, Marsalis @ BB King's (late night)
Diana Ross @ Theater at MSG
Allman Brothers Band @ Beacon Theater
Vega, Sless, Molo, White, Seals @ Mexicali Blues (Teaneck, NJ)
Will Bernard Band @ Maxwell's (Hoboken)
NMAS @ Housing Works

Saturday:
Vega, Sless, Molo, White, Seals @ Mexicali Blues (Teaneck, NJ)
Taylor Hicks @ North Fork Theater (Westbury, LI)
Catfish Haven et al @ The Hook (Brooklyn)
Will Bernard @ Blue Note (late night)
Cold War Kids @ Bowery Ballroom
Pat Martino @ Iridium (early/late)
*Tonic Alumni Festival Day 1 @ Tonic
John Zorn Improv night @ The Stone (benefit)
Sondre Lerche @ Webster Hall
Paul Motian Octet @ Village Vanguard (early/late)
Allman Brothers Band @ Beacon Theater
Nocentelli, Neville, Abts, Louis, Hess, Marsalis @ BB King's (late night)
Christina Aguilera @ Nassau Colesium (Uniondale, LI)

Sunday:
Tonic Alumni Festival Day 2 @ Tonic
Pat Martino @ Iridium (early/late)
Paul Motian Octet @ Village Vanguard (early/late)
*Allman Brothers Band @ Beacon Theater
Stephane Wrembel @ Barbes (Brooklyn)

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