Someone, somewhere, in an Epiphone factory made a simple, sunburst, guitar with a couple pick-ups and a solid neck. They probably thought they did a good job, producing thousands daily … why would they think about just one? Continue reading
Blues
THE OTHER HALF: GARY CLARK, JR.
THE OTHER HALF: DAVE ALVIN AND THE GUILTY ONES
“The Blues are gonna find you somewhere, somehow.” Dave Alvin and the Guilty Ones teach Somerville a thing or two on history and the blues. Continue reading
LIVE AT AMES: ANNA ROSE
The 25 year old is being modest. On this end it’s clear that Miss Rose could drop knowledge if she wanted to. I begin hoping that when she comes to the Ames on the 20th, we have time to kick it about the recent re-youth-ing of the blues. Continue reading
DIG THIS: GARY CLARK JR.
“The savior of blues” is one of Clark’s less intimidating accolades, having been labeled everything from Rolling Stone’s “Best Young Gun” to the Wall Street Journal’s pick for the next big thing in Austin Music—which, unto itself, is sorta like calling somebody “King Best of Castle Bestington, at the very top of Best Mountain, in the heart of Bestopia.” Continue reading
NIKKA COSTA @ MIDDLE EAST UPSTAIRS
Nikka Costa is like a real-life Little Orphan Annie, so long as you skip right on past the whole bummer “no parents” thing and go straight right into the awesome globe-hopping adventures. Continue reading
DIG THIS: SMOKEN JOE’S PIG ROAST
Brighton’s top spot for BBQ and blues delivers more on both counts with their fourth annual porkalypse, a snout-to-tail experience about as literal and as delicious as it gets Continue reading
DWIGHT RITCHER @ THE BEEHIVE
Bitchin’ Blues at the Beehive, courtesy of Dwight Ritcher and his Organ Trio. Well shit, we kinda powered on through that one. Hmm. Okay, how about … sonorous soul in the South End, via the bar-top-talent of one of finest young voices in the country and his accompanying company of keys? Eh? Pretty good, huh? Crap, still not enough? Jeez, alright, alright, give us a sec–ahem. Whiskey hymns off Washington, coming at you from this rye-soaked angel and his awesome aerophones. Phew. That’s it for us. That is all the ways we know to say “damn good tunes.”
[Sat. 3.12.11. 541 Tremont St., Boston. 617.423.0069. 10pm/21+/free. beehiveboston.com]
OLDJACK
This is what happens when you leave the Wayback Machine plugged in overnight: You get OldJack, who seems to have perfected every trick in the classic rock handbook. Bluesy guitars, wailing organs and a trio of soul-mama backup singers? We must be in the ’70s… Don’t touch anything! Continue reading
BIG EAST @ O’BRIEN’S
Other than a rather tepid review of Ninja Assassin, long-haul Digster Marty Caballero has pretty much stuck to his contractual stipulation that he doesn’t have to give two shits about anything that doesn’t end in “-ip hop.” And yet, if you root on through the archives, you’ll find Marty’s lent his True Journalist stamp of approval for Allston basement blues crew Big East. Why is that? Because Big East is bitchin’, that’s why. Catch twang-heavy harmoni-rock as part of the 7th Annual Berfest at O’Brien’s. For the uninitiated, Berfest is the yearly scene shoutout to birthday gals Ber and Foz, whose day of renewal draws ever nearer.
[1.29.11. 3 Harvard Ave., Allston. 617.782.6245. 7:30pm/21+/$8. obrienspubboston.com]














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