Saturday, December 3, 2011

The Unchristmas-ey Christmas show



We spun on the ol' proverbial dime for this one. At approximately 1 p.m. Saturday, John Stamos Facebooked/Tweeted that he was going to be performing with the Beach Boys at the State Theater in New Brunswick -- we call it the "down the block" venue. At 8 p.m., we were in our seats waiting for the show to start.

It was billed as a Christmas show, but there was actually very little holiday music, which was appreciated by Mark, who has been under a constant barrage of white-bread holiday tunes at the Depot. Lots of sun, fun and traditional Beach Boys music. In fact, I think it might have just been one long song, I'm not quite sure.



Now a very good friend of mine is a huuuuuge fan of the Stamos, but she was off performing in her own Christmas concert in another state. Her nickname's Georgia, so when the person seated next to me shrieked continuously for John, I felt like Georgia was there vicariously. I will call said person "Oregon," and Oregon would get bent out of shape when John left the stage for one song.

There was a lot of humor expressed between John and Beach Boys frontman Mike Love. Before "Be True to Your School," Mike reminded John of a short drum roll that he was to take before a verse. John reeled off a full-force solo instead. Mike took some ribbing for the dramatic way he started that song, but zinged John right back with some pointed comments about Uncle Jesse's mullet. The latter joke did not sit well with Oregon.



Mike got in a joke about knowing John's mom "real well," after which John chided him for doing a "Your Mama" joke in Jersey but called him "Daddy" affectionately later. And before delivering "Forever," John admitted he had had a "If you had told me moment," namely if he had been told years ago that he would be on stage singing harmony with Mike Love, he would never have believed it. Let alone the fact that Mike took him to task for not having his shoes polished.

John switched off between drums and guitar throughout the show, not a bad idea considering "other" drummer, John Cowsill, had it going on. Which reminds me, I've come to the conclusion that The Beach Boys were the harbingers of "Glee." The way they sing together and with different people taking the lead at different times really reminded me of the way that show unfolds. Which, of course, is a series that Mr. Stamos has been on several times, so full circle. Not "Full House," full circle.

The setlist included a lot of songs from the era that weren't Beach Boys hits, but can be found on their greatest hits album -- "Why Do Fools Fall in Love," "California Dreaming" and "Do You Wanna Dance" -- amidst the classic surfing and beach song contingent.



One of the highlights was when Bruce Johnston, who as it was pointed out is the only member of the group with a songwriting Grammy (for Barry Manilow's "I Write the Songs"), delivered a lovely rendition of a song from the group's back catalog called "Disney Girls."

I wouldn't consider myself a particularly big fan of The Beach Boys, but one of the albums my mom owned back in the day was theirs. My two favorite hits were on the setlist -- "Wouldn't It Be Nice" (which might have been the most popular song of the night by crowd reaction save eventual closer "Fun Fun Fun") and "God Only Knows."

"Good Vibrations" surprisingly didn't really deliver all that great a vibe, and the fact that the crowd stayed seated for it sort of backs up that supposition. But everyone but me (and the four people who filed out at that point) sure seemed to appreciate the encore "Kokomo."

The sole nod to "The Beach Boys Christmas" billing was "Little Saint Nick," and the snow falling in the background drew oohs and aahs from the audience, who probably won't have quite the same reaction when they have to start shoveling the white stuff. But with Jack Frost nipping at our noses outside, it was nice to kick off the holiday season with some warmth, sunshine and Stamos.

Friday, October 14, 2011

I got Frakesed!


It's always a joyous occasion when hockey season begins, cause I get to see more of my sister who lives in Florida. And while this year's Devils opener wound up being unceremonious (save the return of Petr Sykora and Zach Parise sporting the "C"), we did manage to have some fun that day at the Garden State Comic Con.

I was most anxious to meet Jonathan Frakes -- Commander Riker on "Star Trek: The Next Generation" to most of the attendees but Mr. Francis to me -- and it happened more quickly than I expected as I made my way into the main room of the convention.

The big plan was to pay my dough in order to get a picture taken. I was going to say that I very much enjoyed "Bar Karma," which was directed by Mr. Frakes and starred his wife, the ever lovely and talented Genie Francis, for Current TV. (Catch the whole episode here http://current.com/shows/bar-karma/episodes/109/; the player link below is just a taste.)



I was just getting ready to hand over my camera to someone I didn't know, always cause for concern in terms of getting a nice photo, when my sis popped up out of seemingly nowhere to handle the chore. So I said what I wanted to about "Bar Karma," and Mr. Frakes quickly deflected credit to his wife. "She was wonderful," he said. "Yes, she was" was my not very pithy response.

Now sis was snapping the picture and ... darn, if I didn't have my eyes closed in true Schector tradition. Luckily she picked up on that, and the other person in the photo graciously offered to do another. (By the way, the man is massive! I felt like a peanut in his palm.)

By the way, Mr. Paige (aka Mark) later texted his envy, since he's a big "Trek" fan -- not in that scary really-needs-to-be-boomed-into-a-loony-bin kinda way.

When Mr. Frakes went off to be gracious with another fan and my sis went back to scouring the tables, I realized how surrounded I was by celebs. (Guess I had tunnel vision or just didn't expect them all to be there at once or something.) Next to Mr. Francis was Marina Sirtis, also of "ST:TNG." Next to her was Davy Jones of The Monkees and Barbara Eden, of course best known for "I Dream of Jeannie." The latter two seemed to have more energy than I did. And next to Jeannie was Hayden Panettiere, who I saw grow up on soaps and "Ally McBeal" before "Heroes" was ever in and then out of vogue.

Across from them ... and this tripped me up a little ... was Nicholas Brendon from "Buffy the Vampire Slayer." Only thing is, also at that table was Kelly Donovan, Nicholas' twin brother, who appeared in two episodes of the show -- notably "The Replacement," in which Xander's double was created by a demon. And I must have been focusing on Kelly for a couple of minutes, before I realized that Nicholas was also at the table.

Luckily the brain cells did finally start functioning and I snapped some pictures. At one point, Nicholas -- yes, I'm sure -- looked over and did one of those silent "hi" things that happens when you mouth a word but no sound actually comes out.


Then I perused the items at the various tables. The fiance always says I can sniff out something from "General Hospital" a mile away, and truth be told, I had already procured a couple DVDs with some great '80s footage with Luke and Laura (Mrs. Frakes!!) and Tracy and Edward and Blackie and my all-time favorite, Tiffany. Speaking of Blackie, The VHS Preservation Society booth had John Stamos' "Never Too Young to Die," which sis snagged for me as part of a deal.

At some point, I needed some food, so I went out in the lobby to see what was available ... and that's when I saw Mr. Francis again! He was signing out at the desk and he turned and saw me and he did this ... well, all I can say is that it was kind of adorable. The big hulk sort of hunched over, smiled broadly and waved vigorously back and forth like a windshield wiper. This has already become a verb in the lexicon with my sis -- he Frakesed me.

And that was my day at the Comic Con, save seeing a Storm Trooper walking up and down the halls and other such elaborately costumed denizens. Personally, I think the acquisition of the day might have been a T-shirt sis got "And then Buffy staked Edward."

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

No, you won't shut us down



Sometime in the course of Park's attempt to get to the Lindsey Buckingham show at Town Hall in New York City, my sister mused about artists finding out what people went through to be at a show. In this case, they might never know why there were empty seats at a show that had been eagerly awaited since it was announced. Anyway, here's my tale.

Like a good mother's daughter, we dutifully left four hours before the show so we could meet up with another friend -- Jenna, who I met on the Stevie Nicks signing line a couple years back. And thanks to failed signals (in Newark) and a disabled train (in the tunnel just before Penn Station) that lengthened the one-hour trip, we didn't even see her before the show.

We spent a couple hours cooling our heels on the train because of all the "Trouble." We were about to "Go Insane," because they were trying to "Shut Us Down." They'd "Gone Too Far" and it felt like we were going to be there "In Our Own Time" and not Lindsey's. High "Treason," if you ask me. (OK, I'll stop now.)

As fortune would have it, a couple from Toronto had gotten on from Rahway and they were going to the show too. They were doing an ultimate road trip -- nine shows -- two of which they had seen so far. According to Bree, there was always something weird that happened en route to a show (so obviously this whole mess was HER fault), but she had not missed even the start of one yet.

In fact, the freelance filmmaker and traveling companion Rob have been making a tour diary to document the stories that others found unbelievable. Mark and I got to be part of this particular one. After one hour, everyone was still upbeat. Two hours, maybe the worry started to creep in a little. A half hour later and the unrealistic plans started to be hatched (Should we switch to the PATH? Should we try and get a cab?)



So with about 20 minutes before the show was set to start, we finally got sprung and made the quick trek over to Town Hall where ... the lights hadn't even gone down yet. We made it!

And although we rationalized on the walk over that we would survive if we missed the first few numbers, I'm sure glad we didn't. The first five were amazing acoustic performances just belted out one after the other by Lindsey. "Shut Us Down," "Go Insane," "Trouble," "Never Going Back Again" and "Big Love." One seemingly more powerful than the next.

Then we got the band, with the ever-affable and versatile Brett Tuggle (Brett Giggle, if you ever try to text his name to someone that comes up as the default even if you pick Tuggle), lean guitarist Neale Heywood and expressive drummer Walfredo Reyes. They delivered a lovely version of "Under the Skin," this song really stuck with me and was still resonating after the show ended as well as the very soothing "All My Sorrows."



Now thanks to Ticketbastard and its merchant, I didn't get the new CD (which was preordered when I bought the tickets for the show) until the day before the concert. And so I didn't get to get too comfortable with the new material, but Lindsey plucked some of the more choice titles from the effort for the show, including "In Our Own Time," "Illumination," "Stars Are Crazy" and "End of Time." My current favorite track "That's the Way Love Goes" sounded particularly strong.

My only sticking point is Lindsey's profession that the new material is the best work he's ever done and a large leap forward. I don't doubt him for believing it to be true -- he's a renowned perfectionist and there's a lot of fine guitar work in the songs. There's just got to be a better way to voice that sentiment without it coming at the expense of his other material, not just with the Mac but his other solo albums as well. There's a fire in many of those songs that has attracted the audience who came to Town Hall to see him. Many of whom, I'm sorry to say and which I would never do personally, took a lot of breaks during the new stuff.

But for me and Mark, the show seemed to go by super-fast and Lindsey was into "Second Hand News" and "Tusk" before we knew it. Mark kept saying "Already?" And special note for "I'm So Afraid," because seeing this live is Lindsey wielding a vacuum instead of a Turner guitar, he just turns it toward the audience and sucks everyone right in. It's a song of amazing power in concert and something you can't even get from the best recorded copy of the show.



Another "Already?" from Mark as the opening notes of "Go Your Own Way" were sounded. And then we went our own way ... all the way down the aisle to the stage where I stood (with Bree) as Lindsey's feet for the final three songs ("Turn It On," "Treason" and "Seeds We Sow.") Got eye contact too and kind of a "Am I supposed to know her?" look from Lindsey and a great thumbs-up from Brett.

So amazing to be standing at his feet -- and reminiscent of when Park did that for a whole Mac show at the Izod Center -- and to watch where he was looking and the way he plays the guitar. From Row P, it's all so intense and he just gives every song, every word, every note everything he has. Standing at his feet, completely exhausting -- in the best way possible.

After the show (and after finally meeting up with Jenna), I drew the comparison to the way the late great Stevie Ray Vaughan worked. An analogy Mark quickly took to. He later offered a description of Lindsey's writing style as drawing you in with the hook and then smashing you in the face with a brick with the lyrics. And it's both of these powers that seemingly will always bring us back until ... the "End of Time."

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Soul Stew renaissance



I'm gonna tell you right now that I can't do it. In words, I can't explain what it was like to be at the Tedeschi Trucks Band show at the Beacon Theater on Sept. 10, 2011.
Because if I say that Susan Tedeschi might just be the best singer I've ever heard and if I tell you that there's seemingly no way that Derek Trucks can get better when he was already on the top of his game and atop the guitar world, it's gonna sound hollow and false.
But that's the way it was.
And I don't use those words lightly, I've seen a lot of great shows -- Susan and Derek's, separately and together, among them. A couple years ago, spent a fabulous weekend in New England catching two shows in their first incarnation as "Soul Stew Revival." (Which reminds me that the seemingly only flaw in their armor is a boring band name, the Soul Stew moniker was very, well, hearty.)
And the Soul Stew shows were amazing. A lot of fun and great, seamless music. But somehow they've found a whole different level.



Susan has always been off the beaten path, something I tend to take to across the board when it comes to declaring favorites. Kinda like early Bonnie Raitt, with the unfathomable ability to be spectacular on two fronts, singing and playing the guitar. I've seen her sing counterparts off the stage, but I never had tears welling in my eyes as many times as she made that happen at the Beacon.
And her guitar playing was just incendiary, her solos were just as powerful. You have to see this petite woman with the small speaking voice belting out the tunes like a rock 'n' roll torch singer and using her high heels to pump the wah-wah pedal to believe it.
As I mentioned earlier, I've seen Derek quite a few times in different bands. And I don't know why, but during those shows, I never really thought back to the first time, when he was a 14-year-old novelty act. A kid who could wail on a slide guitar practically bigger than he was. And everyone was so knocked out because he sounded like the guitar gods we'd all love to be able to emulate.
Well, he's one of them now. And right now, he feels like the best of them. In order to ascend to that plane, you have to be reverential about the music that inspired you, but somehow make it your own. And that's something I haven't really found to be true about the guitarists of his generation. In the truest mold of a blues musician, he's taken what he needs from what went before and created something that sounds like Derek Trucks. Without seeing him, you'd know in a heartbeat it was him.



But that's short-selling the equation, because Tedeschi Trucks Band is not just about the blues. It's about music across the board and all kinds of sounds -- soul and country and funk and rock 'n' roll.
And it's not just about Susan and Derek either, because they've put together a really great group of musicians who can spin on a dime. Lots of familiar names in the mix too -- the Burbridge brothers (dynamic Kofi on keyboards -- and note from Mark, sigh, flute -- and Oteil burning up the bass), Mike Mattison stepping to the side to do killer backup vocals with Mark Rivers, drummers Tyler Greenwell AND J.J. Johnson really driving the action in perfect syncopation by beating the snot out of their skins and the brassy trio of Kebbi Williams (sax), Maurice Brown (trumpet) and Saunders Sermons (trombone) in perfect co-existence.
So they blazed their way through a set that included "Don't Let Me Slide" (this has a separate life in one of the other six obsessive-compulsive tracks that run through my brain, so I was glad to put that aside quickly), the life-affirming "Space Captain" as part of the perfect mix of songs from the new album (and yes, they did release it on vinyl and I have it in that format) "Revelator" and covers they've claimed as their own.



"Until You Remember," "Midnight in Harlem," "Come See About Me" and "Learn How to Love" are all examples of how to take what you record and then take it somewhere else entirely when you get on stage. All very distinctive and atmospheric and just an example of what music can be at its very heart.
The covers also span a wide array of style and moods. "Anyday" is a Derek and the Dominos classic that Derek and Susan have been doing together for years that doesn't even feel like it belongs to Eric Clapton anymore. Stevie Wonder's "Uptight (Everything's Alright)" is another example of a song everyone knows and loves that got a completely fresh take and gave the whole band a chance to show off their musicality and showmanship.
So many people know Ray Charles' "The Night Time (Is the Right Time)" from a very entertaining episode of "The Cosby Show," in which the family lip-synchs to the record to celebrate an anniversary. Well no lip-synching on our front, and the vocalists really dazzled on their respective turns. (Video here is from their previous show, but I think it still makes the point.)
Mark called Tedeschi Trucks Band a modern-day Sly and the Family Stone, and that's a spot-on representation. If we needed further evidence of that, they barreled through a very engaging "Sing a Simple Song/Higher."



And since the Beacon is the de facto home of the Allman Brothers, Derek's most basic roots couldn't be and weren't left out. He delivered very tasty solos during "Coming Home" and "Anyday" so reminiscent of that sound that you recognize it immediately as being Allmanesque, but it reiterated how much he's grown since he joined forces with that group of relatives and friends.
So there's been a lot of praise dropped here, but I consider this last part to be of a pretty high caliber. In the middle of the worst time of year for me, it is far too easy for me to be "turned off" by something, even something I love. And I had some fear of that when we were walking up to the Beacon -- which reminds me of a totally unrelated story about how we were stopped because they were filming a Jeff Buckley movie ... the bad one. Anyway, it has happened before that I've gotten irritated and generally disinterested in something that I have great affinity for because of the stress quotient.
Not this time, baby. Exactly what my soul needed. Hey, I found the right words.

Monday, July 25, 2011

Forget Victoria, what's Paige's secret?

Can't begin to imagine the number of miles that have been logged in the name of Rick Springfield. Let's see... Massapequa Park to Westbury Music Fair (twice, 'cause you have to count Mom going there and standing on line for four hours to get tickets as well as the actual show). Lake Worth to Orlando... Lake Worth to Hollywood... Stuart to North Lauderdale... Newark to Long Island ... not to mention shorter excursions like Jersey City/Newark to New York City.

But now, he's come to see me. Well, as close as we can get television's Dr. Noah Drake to pay a house call -- right down the block.

The day started off with a book signing at Barnes & Noble ... right down the other block. Since I got my copy signed last year, I had something very particular in mind. I wanted Rick to sign his autobiography, but for my longtime idol and inspiration Sharon Wyatt, best known as the irrepressible Tiffany Hill Donely on "General Hospital."

Sharon was diagnosed earlier this year with osteonecrosis. They removed part of her jaw and replaced it with a titanium plate. She will undergo another operation to replace that with part of her hip and the path to recover is long and arduous. So, with the help of my best YouTube buddy Steph (sappy) we've been sending her care packages every month to let her know we're thinking about her.

The brainstorm for this month's package was to get the book personalized for Sharon. Now it sounded great in theory several weeks ago, but as the day approached, I'll admit I started to worry about it a little. If you've ever been to a book signing, you know how fast everything moves. They're trying to get you in and out as quickly as possible. Which is totally understandable with so many people waiting, but not such a good thing when you have a tale to tell.

So it was a big secret -- only a handful of people knew about the plan, because I wasn't I sure I could pull it off to my satisfaction. So thanks to the few who did know for not spilling the beans and especially for supporting the concept.

So you wind up on a line that snakes up and down rows through the store. Mark was busy reading every book he could get his hands on. I concentrated on more lofty pursuits, like turning all the masking tape arrows so it looked like the line was supposed to be going in the opposite direction. What a rebel! It couldn't have made the process more of a mess than it was, believe me.

When it's finally my turn, I have my little spiel planned. I also have a Post-It Note that says "Sharon Wyatt" on the top of my book because they don't want to waste any time with the telling and/or spelling of names.

Spiel: Ask Rick if he heard what Sharon's been going through. (No, he didn't know.) Tell him. (I do ... and that's exactly when we're interrupted by the lady who had been before us, who, despite several warnings that he would only be signing BOOKS at his BOOK SIGNING, took that moment -- mine -- to thrust her CD at him to sign. Which, being a gentleman, he did, while he was reacting with sadness about Sharon's situation.) Ask him to write something special just for her. (He does -- "I miss u" with a heart, as you can see to the right.)

This all happens so quickly. I'd say about 30 seconds into it, it's time for our picture! (I can't really give you anything here, I don't remember it, I was so happy at getting my mission accomplished that it's totally not in my memory banks. But it's a nice pic and I certainly look more alive than when I met him when I was really really sick last October. Mark has a memory that I'll share, though. "He WAS smiling, this is just when the button pressed.")

So it's already been a pretty long day when we get to the State Theater. Can't beat parking five minutes after you've left the house, though. The Squirts, comprised of three members of Rick's backup band were the opening act, and they were very enjoyable with catchy lyrics and good musicianship. They've definitely picked up a trick or three from the boss.

Said boss professed to be exhausted a couple times during the night, but he seemed to tap into some energy reserves, because he was the appealing showman we lie in wait for. If he didn't tell us, we wouldn't have known he was winded by judging the dynamic way he delivered everything from the old chestnuts such as "Affair of the Heart," "Love Is Alright Tonight" and, of course, seminal hit "Jessie's Girl" to the new classics "What's Victoria's Secret?" and "Venus in Overdrive."



"It'salwayssomething" has become a staple for early in the set, and I appreciate it because it seems to be a phrase I repeat on a nightly basis at work. Mark says my loudest scream of the night came for "Jet," a Paul McCartney (& Wings) cover which I love but hadn't seen live yet. Great surprise, we thought that one had been retired.

"I'll Miss That Someday" was downright great. It sounded better than I've ever heard it before. It has special meaning for me now, because I used it as my 1,000th post in my YouTube tribute to Sharon, her "GH" co-star John Reilly and all the wonderful people I've met as a result and so I was sort of seeing in my head while he was performing the song. Got all verkemplt.

Would Rick speak about his DUI arrest or would he sweep it under the proverbial carpet? Well, his only planned reference to it was the first couple of lines to Joe Walsh's "Life's Been Good to Me" -- "My Maserati drives 185, I lost my license now I don't drive."

He was in a bit of a "restless" mood, his word not mine, so there were lots of off-the-cuff riffs and diversions in the set. When a fan gave him an Elvis figurine, he broke into a rollicking (and ironic) version of "Jailhouse Rock." He then asked for a Beatles figurine afterward. It seems like Rick's been watching "Glee," because he mashed up his own "I Get Excited" with The Animals' "House of the Rising Sun." And we got Jimi Hendrix's "Red House," which I love and Mark can't stand.

His guitar technician took it on the chin a couple times as one of Rick's axes after another hit the stage floor. It wasn't bothering one of them in the slightest. I got to the point where I was cringing as he threw them so I could avoid seeing the guitar carnage.



Six kids, ages 9 to 5, came on stage to sing the title line of "Don't Talk to Strangers," one more adorable than the next. But none of us were prepared for what came out of one 6-year-old boy's mouth. I can best describe it as the noise that Daryl Hannah's character makes when Tom asks her what her name is in "Splash." It really knocked the whole audience for a loop when that powerful screech came out of that little body.

Rick made his way into the crowd as he always does for "Human Touch," and as the throngs surged forth to try and pull his arm out of the socket, the only thought that crossed my mind was "Got 'er done at the book signing."

And like he sings, "we all need ... the (documented) human touch."

Saturday, April 9, 2011

A night at the improv



You never get the same show twice when you go to see Glenn Tilbrook. First there are the different variations -- solo acoustic, with the Fluffers and, of course, seminal '80s band Squeeze. But the one thing you'll be sure of is to come out as impressed as ever.

Second, most musicians have a forte -- something they're better at that something else. But not this guy. Glenn is an excellent vocalist (never hits a bum note I believe is the term Mark used), a consummate guitar player, a fascinating writer and a stellar showman.

For his latest gig at teeny tiny Maxwell's in Hoboken, he performed with just a guitar. Unless you count the iPad, which he made use of for accompaniment on select songs. And you can also count background vocals from the crowd, who hung on every word and/or note. (Well most of them, we'll just leave out the throngs in the back of the room who apparently came just to chat it up.)



The first eight or so songs of the set were all requests from the audience, including "Piccadilly," "Touching Me Touching You," "Black Sheep," "Another Nail in My Heart" and "By the Light of the Cash Machine." Nothing fazed the man, although he didn't seem particularly interested in "Maidstone."

But he took control of the setlist for "Take Me I'm Yours," utilizing the iPad (and a member of the audience to control the keys for part of it) to recreate the Middle Eastern sounds that emanated on the version that Glenn and Squeeze partner Chris Difford recreated for album "Desert Roses 2."

Left out of the mix were "Untouchable," which I heard during my exclusive soundcheck access -- OK, I was in the bathroom when he played it -- and the song on my t-shirt, "Black Coffee in Bed." But as a big believer in the art of the setlist, I didn't really miss them none neither. And a lot of songs that crossed my mind during the course of the show -- like "This Is Where You Ain't" and "Vanity Fair" -- wound up being played anyway. But I won't even try to take credit for the unexpected and exuberant "Harper Valley PTA."



In the intimate setting, everything sounded great. Songs that usually get a pass from me on the iPod, like the aforementioned "Black Sheep" and "Cash Machine" sounded fresh and benefited from the acoustic treatment, because the words resonated more. Even better, the likes of "Labelled with Love," "Some Fantastic Place" and "Still," the latter being what Mark probably would have yelled at if he wasn't standing next to a setlist purist.

Of course, he delivered quite a few others from the Squeeze catalog with vim and vigor -- "Annie Get Your Gun," "Up the Junction," "Vicky Verky," "If I Didn't Love You," "Pulling Mussels," "Slap and Tickle," "Is That Love" and "Goodbye Girl." On the first verse of "Tempted," part of the crowd began singing the backup vocals, so on the second verse he had the audience sing the main part and he animatedly took control of the background.

Glenn mentioned that he and Squeeze had been on stage at London's famed Royal Albert Hall weeks earlier. Now it was just him, his moustachioed compadre, his guitar and his iPad and he couldn't have looked happier. Nor could any of us.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Now that's what I call music

On the way up the street a couple miles to the State Theater in New Brunswick, the cab driver had a Kanye West song blaring. Rihanna was doing atmospheric vocals. But the whole thing was leaving me colder than the freezing temperatures outside. It wasn't until an hour or so later that I figured out why.



The occasion was Jeff Beck's Rock 'N' Roll Party, and the mini-tour had stopped in New Brunswick -- home of the late, great Les Paul, to whom much of the show was inspired by. And from the opening notes of "Baby, Let's Play House" to the final refrain of "Danny Boy," I was enraptured.

Jeff enlisted the Imelda May Band, whose namesake is a torch singer trapped in the body of a consummate James Bond villainess. Imelda's husband, Darrel Higham, who can deliver classic '50s songs like he just stepped out of a time machine, kicked off the Party with a rousing "Baby, Let's Play House."

Of course, the real revelation -- even after a few shows for me now -- is still Jeff Beck. I would probably be classified, in general, as a person who tends to take instant likes (or dislikes) musically and I don't often change my mind either way. And no matter how much I enjoyed his kitschy video for "Ambitious" in the '80s, I never took to him the way I really wanted to.



Then I started seeing him live. And now for me, well, I just wouldn't compare him negatively to anyone -- and I mean ANY ONE. His trademark style always seemed a little disjointed to me, I guess it didn't sort of get to the heart of the matter for me like Eric Clapton did. But after seeing my first couple of shows with Jeff, I realized that was my improper assessment of his talent and soul, and not anything he was doing directly.

The man is a master. He knows exactly what he wants out of a song, and he knows exactly how to get it. That was never more apparent than at the Rock 'N' Roll Party. The songs he covered are classics, and hard-to-play ones at that (particularly those of Les Paul, as Mark pointed out). But he approaches all of them with such reverence and such talent that they sound 1.) exactly the way you need them to, but also 2.) fresher than they have any right to.

The first part of the show featured songs by legendary Les and a lot are numbers I either forgot or didn't know were his -- "Cry Me a River", "How High the Moon," "Vaya Con Dios," "Mockingbird Hill" and Imelda's favorites "Tiger Rag." And, of course, the likes of "Train Kept A-Rollin,'" "I'm Sitting on Top of the World" and "That's All Right." Every one of them just immaculately delivered by Imelda (even matching her prerecorded backup vocals, which had to be incredibly difficult for everyone involved) and with pinpoint perfection by Jeff.



Jeff rolled out the brass for "Peter Gunn" and the festivities went to another level. "Sleepwalk," another song everyone knows so well by heart, cut right to the core and there was a great laugh as Jeff recovered his slide for the final notes. Imelda belted out incendiary versions of "Please Mr. Jailer" and "Casting a Spell on You" and even shared the mic with Jeff (?!?!) for backup vocals on Darrel's cool cover of Little Richard's "The Girl Can't Help It." He also did justice to "Rock Around the Clock" and "Hound Dog," the latter of which appeared to be ending when it kicked into a slowed-down bluesy version.

But I've neglected to mention the showstopper for me (Mark's too!) -- Remember (Walking in the Sand). Mere words can't do this one justice, so do us both a favor and click on the video at the top of the blog and check it out yourself (although this is from the previous night's show at the Beacon). Just the perfect match of Imelda's voice and Jeff's guitar. Not meaning to insinuate in the slightest that the others weren't, because there wasn't a false note in the show -- literally and figuratively.

I started wondering if my mom would really enjoy hearing all these songs from her era, freshly delivered. And if Kanye would. Spinning this kind of material through his talent would make it come alive for the next generation -- the essence of music itself.