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Bonnie Raitt, Clyde Auditorium, 21/6/13

Posted in Americana, Blues, Gig review by raymondsoltysek on June 22, 2013

Bonnie Raitt

Thanks to my pal for buying me a ticket to this lovely gig from the queen of the bottleneck guitar: apparently, I’m doing her  a favour, because her hubby – my pal and boss Donald – is a long time fan while she isn’t too keen, and I’m saving her from having to go with him.  More than happy to help out, Claire!   It’s the first time Donald’s ever seen her live, so he’s in heaven.

I’ve always admired Bonnie Raitt without ever being a dyed in the wool fan.  Her music is blues-tinged Americana (or Americana-tinged blues; whatever) that is intelligent and humane and intimate.  While she’s never really broken out massive time (the beauty of not being a  mega-star, she jokes as she’s introducing one of her personal numbers, is that no-one is interested in her sex life other than herself) she’s always had a passionate following and a host of respectful dabblers like myself who like her for her left-wing eco-credentials as much as for her music..

All in all, this is great.  She has gathered a fine band of venerable musicians around her: George Marinelli on guitar, James Hutchison on bass, Ricky Fataar on drums and the extraordinary Mike Finnigan on keyboards. It’s tight and together, as you’d expect from old friends who have been playing together for years, though, just occasionally, it’s a little too slick for my tastes: I like the rough edges to show now and again.  But much of her excellent new album “Slipstream” is showcased, including a cover of Gerry Rafferty’s “Right Down the Line” that’s guaranteed to go down a storm in Glasgow.  She calls herself a “curator”, which gives the impression that she’s a covers girl, but she’s also a brilliant songwriter in her own right, and “Used to Rule the World” and “Marriage Made in Hollywood” are evidence of that.  Let’s face it, her songs are covered by so many  artists from the latest generation who know a thing or two, like Bon Iver and Adele.

However,  it’s three oldies and weepies that really get me.  She belts out “Angel from Montgomery” and, especially, an encore of “I Can’t Make You Love Me” that show off her voice which, on first impression, seems ordinary but is actually gorgeous because she emotes simply through the perfection of hitting notes, of holding semi-tones that are pin-sharp; none of your faux  high jinks intricacies here (God save us from the Celine School of Warbling).  And that is best shown in one of the early songs of the night that actually propels me onto my feet for a standing ovation 90 minutes too soon:  “Love Has No Pride” must be one of the simplest and most beautiful love songs ever written, and she delivers it as well as it deserves, and then with knobs on.

It’s another one of those stand-out single song performances that make a night.  Fabulous, Bonnie, just fabulous.

Vintage Trouble, O2 ABC, 13/6/13

Posted in Gig review by raymondsoltysek on June 14, 2013

Vintage Trouble

Well, that was just about the best display of stagecraft I’ve ever seen.  Vintage Trouble are a blues band from Hollywood who really belong to Glasgow (their forthcoming DVD is of their last visit here), and they treat a passionate crowd to a show that is nothing short of legendary.

The band consists of Nalle Colt on guitar, Richard Danielson on drums and Rick Barrio Dill on bass providing the drive for Ty Taylor, a voice who  is simply one of the best I’ve ever heard and a charisma that could light the Christmas tree in George Square.  Within six minutes the audience have been whipped up into a frenzy and – and this is really cool – have basically joined the band as one of the  musical instruments.  There’s no awkward “well it’s time for you all to sing along” moment; from the first moment, Taylor is conducting us, having us bellow and hoot and whisper and yell as an integral part of the band’s arrangements.  Twice, he goes walkabout deep, deep into the  audience, and the band signs off as the audience chants a refrain and they hurdle the barrier and head for the merch table, where they no doubt press the flesh for ages.  I’ve never, ever felt so involved in a gig in my life.

They are the essence of cool (Danielson resembles a saloon bartender from 1870, while Dill and Colt look like very expensive Amish hitmen; Taylor goes for the tight tartan suit and cravat)  and they seem to enjoy each other’s musical company enormously. It’s rip snorting stuff; tracks from their first album like the fantastic “Nancy Lee” or “Blues Hand Me Down” are belters for singing along to, though there’s no hope in hell of getting near some of the notes Taylor does.  Technically, he’s as good as Joe Tex (they do a storming version of “Show Me“) or James Brown or Robert Cray, and only needs a bit of life’s grit to propel him to that kind of superstardom.  “Run Outta You” is as soulful as anything you could find in the charts in the sixties, while the acoustic “Not All Right By Me” is the sweetest of sixties protest songs.  They go back way further, though, and new stuff like “Before the Teardrops” and the new single “Pelvis Pusher” are obvious paeans to 1950s rock’n’roll.

Look, based as it is in an aesthetic that harks back to the soundtrack of 50 years ago, this isn’t, essentially, my kind of music; but I don’t really give a fuck, because they do what they do better than anyone I’ve ever heard, they’re musically right on the button, they’re inventive as well as being retrospective and, at the end of they day, they make damned sure I have a ball.  And for all those reasons, that means there’s plenty of room in my musical world for a whole lot more of their irrepressible groove.

Robert Cray, O2 ABC, 28/6/12

Posted in Blues, Gig review by raymondsoltysek on June 28, 2012

Robert Cray

Robert Cray’s 1986 album “Strong Persuader” is the second best sounding album on vinyl I have: the space, the soundstage and that glorious picking leaping out of the turntable to fill the room are all fantastic.  If I want to sing and dance and play the air guitar, on it goes: my neighbours hate it, needless to say.

I’ve not been a huge fan over the years, but didn’t want to miss the opportunity to see him live, so here I am.  It’s a terrific gig because of the quality on offer.  Cray has the archetypal blues voice, pitch perfect and with a huge range; and, of course, he’s a quite brilliant guitarist, one of those players who is so distinctive, he can be recognised within a couple of bars.  Everything about his picking is clean and clear, and every single note seems to be given its own space.  At times, he plays so sensitively, it’s almost as if he’s turned the amp off; at others, he plucks those strings harder than I’ve ever heard.  He’s a big guy – I can only remember one other guitarist, Booga from Ezio, who makes a guitar look so small – and he has huge hands that just dwarf the fretboard; that, along with the fact that he holds his guitar in a quite unusual fashion, on his right hip, the fretboard jutting out like an M16 rifle barrel, gives the impression that he means business, and there aint no messing with him

I have a couple of friends who are slightly critical of him for being a bit too MOR; thankfully, I’m not with them tonight, but with my pal Donald who is undoubtedly a fan and who goes home on a  considerable high.  I think I can see their point a bit;  there is constant technical brilliance from Cray and his excellent band, but they’re so good and they’ve been grooving so long, occasionally one number does seem a little indistinguishable from the next.  But there are some clear stand outs that make any samey-ness in the other numbers totally forgivable, including “The One in the Middle”, in which keyboard player Jim Pugh does an astonishing Hammond organ solo that almost brings the house down.

Best of all is the last of the night, the huge ballad “Time Makes Two” during which the very best of that wonderful  voice and sublime guitar raises the roof again.  It would have been criminal to follow it with anything else, it was just that good.  Easily one of the numbers of the year.

Brown-suited Blues: Catfish Keith, The Ferry, 16/10/11

Posted in Gig review, Music review, World music by raymondsoltysek on October 16, 2011
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Catfish Keith

Indiana-born Delta-blues guitarist Catfish Keith is an unknown quantity to me, but I’m delighted my pal Kenny thought this would be up my street; it’s so up my street, it’s parked outside.

Catfish is dapper in brown suit, brown felt hat, tan loafers and cool tie, and he’s gracious and charming: when he opens his mouth to sing, though, his voice has tremendous power and richness and versatility.  What’s great is the undercurrent of menace he imbues every growl and holler and bellow with, giving his singing a charismatic edge like the snarl of the 1930s bootlegger he may well have been in a previous life.

And holy shit, can he play the guitar.  He switches between three.  I’m no guitarist so I have no idea how he does it, but what is noticeable to me is how much work his left hand does to create the sound.  Whether on slide or picking or blocking or bending the strings halfway back to Mississippi, the fretboard is frequently a blur.  His steel-bodied National is used for songs that are steeped in the slide work of the likes of Blind Willie Johnson, and he’s easily the best slide guitarist I’ve ever heard.  His six string, too,  is similarly brilliant;  his version of Jessie Mae Hemphill’s “Eagle Bird”, with its fractured and staccato accompaniment,  beautifully conveys the heat and sweat and torpor of a Delta summer.

The star guitar, though, is a big twelve string he’s recently acquired from Ralph Bown in York.  It’s a beast of an instrument: on “When I was a Cowboy”, it’s utterly mesmerising, creating complex rhythms and deep rumbles like thunder on the plains.  It’s a fucking Howitzer, and every time he picks it up, the audience delightedly hunkers down behind their sandbags waiting for the next glorious onslaught.

Of course, his performance is full of the pain of the Deep South, but the wit too, full of big fat mommas and gallons of moonshine and far, far too many reefers:  not surprisingly, he’s incredibly knowledgable and every song is an education about the people and history of the blues.

This gig was sparsely attended, but at least there were lots of real fans there.  Kenny is hoping to negotiate Catfish Keith’s appearance at the Lanark Music Connections Festival next year; if he pulls it off, anyone with a penchant for Seasick Steve to Tom Waits, from Lucinda Williams to Bonnie Raitt, should get tickets and give the guy a sell out crowd.  He’s a genuinely nice guy who’s obviously devoted to his lovely wife Penny, and he’s an awesome, awesome musician.

Joanne Shaw Taylor, The Caves, 20/5/11

Posted in Gig review by raymondsoltysek on May 21, 2011
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Joanne Shaw Taylor

You wait fifty-two years to hear a young, female blues guitarist playing live, and then, like buses, two come along in the same month.

A trip through to Edinburgh to The Caves (good venue) to see Joanne Shaw Taylor.  I’d recommend her first album, “White Sugar”.  She has a classic soul voice, all husk and grit, and her guitar playing is gorgeously mature, capable of pyrotechnics but also easily capable of driving a song with a sexy slowhand:  I think “Heavy Heart” is a stonewall classic.

Live, she’s wonderful, but it’s all just a little bit flash and thrash for me.  Going for the traditional power trio approach, songs are generally played at a hundred miles an hour and at level 11 on the amp; she batters the life out of  “Who do you want me to be?”, “Watch ’em Burn”, and a Hendrix cover, “Manic Depression”.   There’s nothing wrong with that because it’s great fun, but when she slows it down – such as on “Time Has Come” – her guitar really steps up and takes a bow and, just as importantly, the sound mix (complete with crackly connections) lets us hear that fantastic voice.

She’s a confident young woman; “Kiss the Ground Goodbye” is about her frustration at the lack of progress in her career and her stalled potential, probably written at four years of age.   She leads her band – two thirds of the support act, so I hope they get paid double – effortlessly too.  She plays a few numbers from her new album, “Diamonds in the Dirt”, which suggest it’s well worth investigating.

“Blackest Day” – another absolute cracker from “White Sugar” – begins in a laid back fashion, but develops into a show-stopping solo.  It’s a great set, despite the fact that I think there are occasions when less would be more, and I’d definitely catch her again.  Both she and Chantel McGregor are gathering lots of attention from the music industry: I hope it’s not the gimmick appeal of pretty blonde lassies playing the blues, because both are excellent musicians.  It’ll be interesting to see if the machine allows them the longevity of male blues guitarists; it’s great to think that, in their 70’s, they’ll be doing a BB King in stadiums across the world.  Pity I won’t be there to see them.

Chantel McGregor, The Ferry, 27/4/11

Posted in Gig review by raymondsoltysek on April 27, 2011
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Chantel McGregor

Chantel McGregor wanders on like a wee lassie, wearing a  dress that would look more at home at a sixth year prom than on stage at a rock venue; her face swollen by problems with her wisdom teeth,  you’d be forgiven for thinking, “Oh dear, what have I got myself into?”  Then she picks up her guitar and, as the song says, plays.  And the girl can play.

Backed by Martin Rushworth on drums and Richard Ritchie on a really cool orange-stringed bass, this is a tight set from a young woman who is very, very gifted.  She has a perfectly acceptable voice, but, live, her guitar is the star of the show, and she rips through some cracking tracks, including “Help Me” (an insane version of which appears on Joan Osborne’s  “Relish”) and her own “Fabulous” and “Freefalling”.  There are plenty of crowd-pleasing covers too, such as “Voodoo Child” and “Lenny”, all of which she solos with aplomb.  Unaccompanied, she delivers lovely versions of “Along the Watchtower”, “Rhiannon” and an excellent, bluesy “I’m No Good for You”.  The small audience – all the better to interact with, which she does charmingly – enjoy the show immensely.

She is a terrific talent and, guided by her parents, by blues heavyweights such as  Joe Bonamassa and by her own lack of pretentiousness, she has a bright future.  At the moment, I’m not sure whether she’s a rock child or a blues gal (I’d prefer the blues, myself), and she perhaps needs time to develop her own unique sound and style.  A lot of the numbers clunk a little into big set piece solos, and it needs to be just a bit more seamless; a rhythm guitar might help, but I’ll accept that she knows best.  And, of course, a few more years under her belt will give her the technique and gravitas essential for credibility amongst an audience that still might find it strange to see a woman playing lead guitar, though thankfully that’s a dying breed thanks to new artists like Ana Popovic and Joanne Shaw Taylor.

However, that’s beside the point.  She’s up there for the best part of two hours, toothache and all, and smiles and belts her way through her playlist like a trooper.  Her album, “Like No Other”, is obviously aimed at a record-buying market, and the production values foreground her voice; but the version of “Help Me” which ends the disc and the epic “Daydream” are a terrific taste of what she can do on a guitar – and that’s something pretty special.

“A splendid set,” as one of our company remarked. And a splendid young musician.