Showing posts with label Live and Direct. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Live and Direct. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Live and Direct: Jim Gaffigan at the DC Improv, 6-27-10 OR The Trainwreck NOT Taken

First off, Jim Gaffigan put on a typically great show of mostly new material, though he did pull out some Doing My Time stuff towards the end. He played to his usual strengths, riffing on today's fast food culture and its inherent laziness. He did a particularly funny bit on McDonald's, and closed with one of the funnier updates on Hot Pockets i've heard in a while. As a pale, beefy Midwesterner myself, the man speaks my language. And since he cursed i think once the entire time, bringing Ma was not an issue. There is no question it was a good show. i even took my mother and sister, along with The Missus, and a good time was had by all, no doubt.

BUT DID YOU HEAR ABOUT THE SHOW WE MISSED?

You may recall, i opined that picking up those JG tickets was going to kick me in the ass, based entirely on the fact that i later learned Courtney Love was playing the 9:30 Club that same night. Though i thought it seemed unlikely since she's allegedly clean and sober for her comeback, i knew deep in my heart of hearts that there was as good a chance as not that the one-time skank princess of my dreams would have a surefire meltdown on stage. i zigged when i should have zagged, however, and Court Court held court without me in attendance.


There's nothing like a full-blown artist meltdown on stage. The closest i ever came was watching Shane MacGowan get so drunk on-stage with the Pogues he almost fell into the crowd on multiple occasions, but that's nothing compared TO GETTING TOPLESS NOT ONCE, BUT TWICE, DURING THE SHOW!!! My old man watched Joe Cocker fall offstage twice during one show, so i feel like this one could have been my chance to compete.

Oh well. At least, Gaffigan had us laughing out loud. Still not the same thing, though.

Pauvre, pauvre pussycat.

mp3: Hooooot Pocket! (Jim Gaffigan from Doing My Time)

mp3: Dear Prudence (Hole, some live show from Courtney's old website)

Friday, June 4, 2010

Live and Direct: The Ever Expanding Elastic Waste Band, Velvet Lounge, 6-4-10

The latest iteration of Morphine, The Ever Expanding Elastic Waste Band, came through town last night, but i wouldn't be surprised if you missed it. Currently featuring sax man extraordinaire Dana Colley and the man with the silver touch on the skins, Jerome Deupree, from the original Morphine, with Jeremy Lyons taking over guitar/bass and vocal duties, there was little fanfare preceding the appearance. If not for the keen eyes of a friend and mutual Morphine addict, i wouldn't have known about the show myself.

As luck would have it, that aforementioned friend and her clan actually are pretty tight with the band, so much so that Colley actually gave them a shout out from the stage. i only bring this up to point out that they told me the tour was not going particularly well, with the night before's show in Pittsburgh being cancelled outright, i believe for lack of audience interest. Now, as far as i'm concerned, you'd have to be a damned fool not to see Dana, Jerome and a lamp post, but to each, their own, i suppose. So i'm not sure if the band would benefit from a healthy dose of PR (and i know a great agency that would do it for damn near free), but i definitely can say they've chosen better venues in the past.

Last night was my first visit to the Velvet Lounge, and instead of detailing all the problems with that place, i'll just point out that the upstairs "club" is made up of loose plywood. i kept worrying that if anyone so much as farted, the entire room would collapse. But enough of this meaningless background crap, how was the show?

As with Twinemen, A.K.A.C.O.D., Orchestra Morphine and every other version of the band, this one did not disappoint. Colley continues to do things with a saxophone that border on the inhuman, whether its coaxing otherwordly notes or playing two saxes at once, the man is a force of nature. Deupree seems to have a completely different understanding of percussion than most others. He doesn't beat the skins, he tickles and teases them in a manner that is all at once jazzy, ethereal, otherworldly and muddy clean. The two remain masters of the Morphine sound.

Enough of this, the real question is how's the new guy? While Lyons lacks the deeper registers of Mark Sandman, his subdued stylings fit the band to a tee. His Delta blues background seems to go hand in hand with the Bostonian band's ethos.

Unfortunately, the band only got to play about an hour (even though we had been told by the house that they would have at least an hour and a half) due to an ill planned show afterwards at the club. While owning the stage, however, they played mostly Morphine's hits, including "Pulled Over the Car," "Let's Take a Trip Together," "Yes," "Head with Wings," "Fur Bikini," and the obviously appropriate "Thursday." They also did a blues cover and one of Lyon's own compositions, but i don't know his catalogue well enough (yet) to recall exactly which track that was. While the familiar beginnings of the songs had the crowd singing along almost immediately, the band still has recrafted the songs enough to give them a new and different light. And, of course, Colley interspersed his deadpan wit between songs. Most important of all, though, they all looked like they actually were enjoying themselves, even though they were playing to a house of 35 people max in a club in danger of falling down while they played. And for that, the evening was all the more spectacular.

i also picked up a copy of their brand new CD, Members of Morphine with Jeremy Lyons. You know i'd normally put up a couple of tracks for your listening pleasure, but the band requested i don't, so, natch, i won't. i can say it's your loss, though, so get off your ass and pick up a copy for yourself. While the covers and Lyons originals are stellar, it's the instrumental jams on here that will blow wind up your skirt. Seriously, don't sleep on this one, kids.

mp3: Pulled Over the Car (Morphine from B-Sides and Otherwise)

mp3:
Thursday (Morphine from Cure for Pain)

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Live and Direct: Shannon Curfman at the opening of the NEW Buddy Guy's Legends, 5-28-10

For those of you just waiting on the edge of your seats to discern what i thought about Ms. Erykah Badu's performance this past Saturday night, i'm sorry to disappoint you. As i mentioned last week, i decided at damn near the absolute last minute to take The Missus to my hometown of Chicago for the weekend. Naturally, i already had tickets to see the aforementioned Badu show, as well as tickets to see Garrison Keillor on Friday at Wolf Trap. So, yeah, i wasted those tickets. Had it not been so 11th hour, i probably would have given them away free here, but i didn't, so let's move on, shall we?

What prompted the last minutedness, you may well be asking yourself. Well, even though i had been debating going simply to watch my Blackhawks win Game One of the Stanley Cup, when i received an email from Buddy Guy's Legends saying the new club was opening that night, the decision was made. As i've mentioned ad nauseum, i used to work at the original Legends back in the early- to mid-90s, so i felt obligated to attend the opening of the new one.

Sadly, it wasn't quite all that and a bag of chips. Since i'm sure all our DC readers give a shit, let me tell you all about it. The club itself is quite nice. You can read the particulars here, but suffice to say, the designers did a fine job with the look and feel, largely mimicking the original, but on a much larger scale. The checkerboard floor still is there, but the first floor spacing is far more vast than its predecessor. The bars are bigger, the displays are more abundant and everything seems, well, larger. They even have an upstairs pool room now, complete with private rooms off to the sides.

Problem was, since the club apparently had approximately 24 hours to pull off the opening (never heard or understood why), things certainly had a rushed feel to them. First off, the club was half empty (if not more so). Secondly, Buddy didn't even show, whereas he was a fairly regular feature at the old one. i think there were more bartenders upstairs than patrons.

Of course, you want to know how the music was, right? Well, i'm glad to report that Shannon Curfman is a blues artist that can hold her own with the best of the crop of up and comers. She's got pipes that can blast you out of your seat, dazzling guitar skills and a back-up band that knew how to lay it down, pick it up and knock it back over again. Over the course of a couple of sets, they played a number of originals and covers. As any good bar band knows, the songs grew increasingly stronger as the night progressed. By the time she closed, damn near everyone in the joint was either clapping their hands or stomping their feet, appropriate accolades for the night. Sure, Buddy might have had better things to do (i think he's actually on tour right now), but Shannon did not disappoint.

So the next time you find yourself in Chicago looking for the best live blues in the land, stop by Buddy's and tell them CD sent you. 95 percent of them will have no idea who you're talking about, but it will make me feel warm and fuzzy, so do that.
Ed. note: Since the club was razed on Tuesday, June 1, i really wanted to snag a piece of history for myself before i flew back to D.C. on Monday morning. Even though hardly anyone there remembers me and the folks working there now are somewhat less than friendly, it still was the greatest job i ever had and i obviously still gush about it like a smitten school girl. Well, there were some old wooden signs screwed into the side of the building, and after many phone calls, multiple visits and some haggling, i finally was given "permission" to buy one before it went into the trash anyway. Some time between my final call Saturday night and my arriving Sunday afternoon to pay and pick it up, "somebody" made off with the sign in question. No idea who it was, but if you happen to be reading this, a hearty fuck you for taking it. Not cool, whoever you are. Not cool at all. i find it odd that nobody took it before i asked for it, but what can you do? i mean, other than grouse about it on your own blog, of course.

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Live and Direct: Living for the City Concert featuring Stevie Wonder; Verizon Center; 5-26-10

When The Missus told me she snagged a couple of extra tickets to see Stevie Wonder last night, i was pumped. He's clearly one of the greatest musician/performers of our lifetime, the type of cat one should see if ever the opportunity arises. When i checked out his and the VC's websites and neither mentioned the event, however, i feared perhaps The Missus had been misinformed, and that we would in fact be going to see the world's greatest drag Stevie Wonder impersonator or some such thing. Turns out, Stevie wasn't in town for the latest stop on an on-going tour, but was chosen to headline an event sponsored by the Pollin family to say "thanks" to both VC employees and DC civic workers called, "Living For the City."

Except for the roped off VIP area (read: the entirety of the floor where the ice normally would go at Caps games), there was no assigned seating, so folks just kind of meandered to where ever they felt like it. i've been to a lot of big venue concerts, and i can honestly say, i've never experienced a more cordial crowd in my life.

The evening kicked off with not-quite-brief statements from the Pollin family. It was their party, and the crowd was more than willing to applaud just about every time someone paused to take a breath, regardless of what had just been said. While it was a nice gesture from the house, it had the unintended effect of dragging the start of things out unnecessarily.

Once Stevie took the stage, however, all was forgotten as the man proceeded to put on a two-hour-plus review of how to rock the house. He dipped into a catalogue even deeper than i realized he had. While the hits were obvious ("My Cherie Amour;" "Signed, Sealed, Delivered;" "As;" "Sir Duke;" "I Wish"), he played some lesser knowns ("Don't You Worry 'Bout a Thing") and at least one or two i couldn't place at all. For covers, he did a Motown Medley that included "Heard It Through the Grapevine" and then later the blues standard, "Further On Down the Road." Each one, though, he knocked out of the park.

Interestingly enough, he did not sing "Living for the City," the song for which the event was named. What can you do?

While he complained of a sore throat and required a hot tea towards the end, the man still has a honey-drenched voice that can hit highs and lows like a champ. Equally impressive, Stevie has a smile that is more contagious than any i've ever seen. When he flashed the pearly whites, you could feel the happy factor in the room rise noticeably.

Towards the end of the evening, following the obligatory "having two audience members sing on-stage with the Master," special guest Frederic Yonnet came on-stage. The two dueled on harmonica for a bit, and while Stevie arguably could have allowed Yonnet a bit more time to show off his skills, everyone knew why the crowd was there in the first place, so no blood, no foul. It's a shame, though, as Yonnet's played with everyone including Prince lately, and i would have loved to hear some more of his chops. Oh well, there's always next time.

It was mentioned at the start of the evening that the entire affair had been thrown together in three weeks time, and it the roughness around the edges did show occasionally. It was clear Wonder was doing a private show that had not gone through full rehearsals, as cues were missed and the mic-ing wasn't too hot on all the players. However, he's clearly played with those cats for a while and was comfortable seemingly without a playlist, simply playing whatever suited him and/or what the crowd requested.

On a down note, apparently some 1,500 tickets were stolen prior to the show, and Stevie was so pissed he essentially ended the show saying he'd pay $5000 of his own money if anyone had any information that lead to an arrest. Now, i got my ticket from The Missus' friend, spinner extraordinaire, the incomparable Miz Schooley, who happens to work for the Metro, and hence our in, furnished our tickets. Seriously, though, stealing from a charity event for the community? Not cool, dude. Not cool at all.

The rest of the affair, however, was thrown with panache and good will. That's the kind of thing that makes DC a great place to live in, so a tip of the hat to the Pollins for making it happen. And that's one more name i can take off of my "Must See" list. Which is nice.

mp3: As (Stevie Wonder from Songs in the Key of Life)

mp3: Living for the City (Stevie Wonder from Innervisions)

Monday, February 4, 2008

Live and Direct: Brock Part II

Since I'm going to assume your appetite is good and whetted, here's part two of the Brock show at IOTA. Part one, as those of you that downloaded it well know, was Mr. B. doing his solo stuff. Part two is Brock with his full band. The harmonica jam saw some old dude come up from out of the crowd. I'm assuming it was a friend of someone in the band, but he blew some pretty mean harp regardless. The sound is much fuller, obviously. For those of you in the know, or those that want to be, most of these are Brock's "hits." These are what he's put on wax, as it were, and he and the boys play them beautifully. And let's be honest here—any guy that names a jam after a Goonies dance move deserves all the props in the world. Enjoy.

Drop the Big One

New One

Rise to the Top




Skinny Back

Brown Shoes

Better Than Sunshine

Truffle Shuffle


Focus

Friday, February 1, 2008

Live and Direct: Brock

For the latest installation of Live and Direct, I'm going to introduce our faithful readers to my personal favorite DC act, Brock. The first time I ever caught him was opening for Mike Doughty at the 9:30 Club a few years back. That night, he was solo and even though I didn't catch the full set, he really blew me away. Brock's gig is that he plays all the musical portions of his show himself, on guitar, using a variety of looping pedals to affect the sound and repetition of lead, bass, "drum," etc. And this cat can play. On top of that, he's damn near the most entertaining white rapper I've ever heard. He's similar in vein to G. Love, but that really doesn't do Brock credit. Since then, I've seen him solo, with a full band, opening for Cypress Hill, headlining some tiny college gig and the following show, at IOTA in Arlington, Virginia. As I recall, this show was just a few nights prior to my birthday and it was a great way to celebrate, let me tell you. Sadly, I haven't heard too much from Brock lately. He put out a couple of tracks during the last year or so, but I haven't heard of him playing anywhere in too long. Perhaps he'll stumble across accolades like this and grace us with his presence sooner than later.
To learn a bit more about Brock, check out his website, which has additional tracks to download and a link to his MySpace, too.

Intro Jam

Think Piece

Tuesday Night's Squad (An Interpolation)

Flau Flau


Norwegian Wood Revisited

Friday, January 18, 2008

Live and Direct: Morphine pt. 2

I realize it probably wasn't fair to only give you half of a kick ass Morphine show, but we had to do something to get you cats to keep scratching at the door, didn't we?

Here now is part two of the Baltimore show. I have to admit, I have no idea what the last two tracks are and I'm not even positive it's from the same show. It might not even be Morphine. But when I picked up the entire show, this was on disc two, so now you can have it, too.

It is also with great pleasure that I inform everyone that saxophonist extraordinaire Dana Colley has formed yet another new band, AKACOD. He's teamed up with the lead singer of Bourbon Princess and the guy that played drums on Morphine's "Like Swimming." They're about to embark on a predominantly East Coast tour and you know I'm going to catch the band when it hits DC on February 16. Learn more about the band and/or pick up their debut CD here.

Without further ado, here's some more Morphine for what ails ya'.

Virgin Bride

Thursday

Potion

Buena

Radar

I Know You pt. 2

Mysterious Track 7

Mysterious Track 8

Monday, January 14, 2008

Live and Direct: Morphine

OK, kiddies, it's time for a new, hopefully recurring addition to the LET line-up. That's right, it's time for "Live and Direct," an on-going series of concerts we've stumbled upon. In some cases, we'll have been at these shows. Other times, it will just be a kick-ass performance we've fortunately found. In all cases, it's going to be a band we hold dear for whatever reason.

I'm going to kick this off with one of my favorite bands of all times, the incomparable Morphine. If you don't know these cats, shame on you. Sadly, the band ended in the late 90s with the unexpected death of lead singer and bassist, Mark Sandman, when he collapsed on stage in Rome due to a congenital heart condition. Two of the remaining members, saxophonist Dana Colley and drummer Billy Conway, reformed with Laurie Sargent as Twinemen, named after a cartoon originally drawn by Sandman.

Morphine's sound is smoky, sexy and hep cat cool. With jazz sensibilities, this was THE college band back in the early to mid-90s. When I first heard their debut CD, "Good," I knew this group was something special. Follow-up "Cure for Pain" cemented the deal for me. With tracks such as, "You Speak My Language," Thursday," "Let's Take a Trip Together," and "You Look Like Rain," the first two albums were critically acclaimed and remain favorites of mine to this day. Their next two albums produced additional songs for the ages, like "Super Sex," "French Fries w/ Pepper," and "Whisper," but then the aforementioned untimely death of Mark Sandman struck. One more album followed, the truly magical, "The Night." This album deviated somewhat from the traditional Morphine sound, going beyond their normally minimalist set-up to incorporate additional players and instruments. Essentially completed before his death, the remaining members put together a tribute band made up of various people who had played with Sandman throughout his career to form Orchestra Morphine.

I was fortunate enough to see Morphine twice, once in Chicago and once in Philly. Ditto for Orchestra Morphine for both of their shows in DC at the Black Cat. I see Twinemen every opportunity I get, a couple of times at IOTA, a couple of times at the Black Cat. And I'll be damned if I don't see them the next time they come through town again.

And now it's time to share the love and magic. For your listening enjoyment, here is part one of Morphine playing in Baltimore on April 13, 1996. I wasn't at this show, but came across it on a Morphine fan site. Sit back, lower the lights, indulge in your favorite intoxicant and get ready to experience Morphine in all their glory.

Have a Lucky Day

I'm Free Now

Honey White

Early to Bed - Sharks

Whisper

Yes

11 O'Clock

Super Sex

I Know You Pt. 3

Candy

All Wrong

Shame

Wishing Well

Cure for Pain