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.