Johnny Gumbo notes via email:"We're down to double figures .... 99 days to the start of Fest 2006 !!!! .... and 105 days until the boys from CT hit town...... rooms are booked and travel is confirmed .... word on the street (from a source at a NYC restaurant) is that everybody wants to be there to play so this will be a Fest to be at ... and a very emotional one at that."
Let It Bleed is SO much better than its more heralded sister album, Exile on Main Street, which I find very good but the vocals feel buried inside the mix. Not that you give a damn what I think, but I was just listening to it.
Wilson Pickett just died of a heart attack at 64 (I guess we won't still be sending a valentine, birthday greetings, bottle of wine). The Wicked One had two monster singles in 1965, Mustang Sally and In The Midnight Hour, but little beyond those. They got him into the HOF. Go figure.
Yikes, leafing through the latest Rolling Stone (an easy leaf, given that it's all of 72 pages), I see that The Nelsons-Accoustic Duo are (is? in the power struggle that is their name, I'm going with the front half) appearing at Mohegan Sun Cabaret Theatre. This venue means that, as opposed to the free Wolf Den, one must PAY to see them! Yuck!
Speaking of stalking, Sarah Borges and the boys are now Sarah Borges and the Broken Singles. Yes, I know, but we'll try. SB & the Bingles play at the Iron Horse in Northampton, MA with Sonny Landreth on Friday, January 27. Paste Magazine's Jeff Leven had a nice review of Silver City:
| Make a note of this name and get in on the sawdust-covered ground floor Who knew that the woman with some of the most convincing honky-tonk chops in recent memory would hail from Boston? Belting with conviction over a virtually Nudie-tailored wash of silvered pedal steel and squawky country guitars (which are even doubled for a classic Western-swing solo on “Miss Mary”), Borges consistently sounds more world-worn and wise than her age could possibly allow. Like Ryan Adams’ better country moments, the effect is not pastiche when the raw talent bridges that gap and an unbridled musical ambition drives it home. Her voice isn’t always perfect (think Sheryl Crow without the complicated quiet parts), but it’s out there and the songs carry it well, which, to my ears, beats the self-serving over-vocalizing of the Joss Stones of the world any day. While some buzz has already started to develop on Borges, this stuff screams for a wider audience on par with at least Lucinda, if not Gretchen Wilson. As country radio grows more solicitous of the whiskey-soaked end of the spectrum, you never know. Follow this one—she could lead you to some exciting places. Paste |
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