Summer Guide to Words and Music

#121, July 9, 2003

 

Welcome to my summer guide to literature and live music. For books, I *cannot* recommend J. K. Rowling’s latest novel, the 869 page “Order of the Phoenix”… to any adult who cannot withdraw from the world for a week. I’m on page 770, but I’ve a column due tomorrow. I see the book across my darkening room: its big, fat, fabulous adventure tempting me to abandon my responsibilities, yet again.

 

Better go to the music. I can’t imagine a better place than Northern California to hear good live music. Over the past year, my wife and I have taken in some great shows from artists we’ve “discovered.” I’ll tell you about them here, hoping you will be motivated to check them out next time they pass through, or that you will be delighted to learn that one of your favorites has a new fan. (Note #1: almost all of these artists can be found on the web, via Google. Note #2: many of them, like Richard Thompson, defy easy classification.)

 

It began in September, at the Sebastopol Celtic Music Festival. The Friday night program rocketed to a start with fiddler Alasdair Fraser fiddle teaming up with young cellist Natalie Haas. They played a jaw-dropping Celtic traditional/jam set, with top-end virtuosity and bottom-end power to match the best of Eric Clapton and Jack Bruce (I would pay a pretty penny for a recording of that performance.) Karan Casey sang sweet and strong, followed by the raga-like instrumental weavings of violinist Martin Hayes and Dennis Cahill on guitar. Over the weekend, we were delighted by Barachois, a Canadian Cape Breton music-dance-comedy foursome, the Scottish roots revival band Old Blind Dogs, and the pioneering English folk-rockers Fairport Convention.

 

On a musical roll, next Friday found us at Slim’s in the City (you have to be slim to stand on a tightly- packed “dance” floor for four hours) for some “Americana.” Sweethearts Mark Stewart and Stacy Earle opened for Buddy and Julie Miller, the latter featuring unmatched vocal duets and Buddy’s honkin’ guitar. The next two days we attended the “Strictly Bluegrass” free festival in Golden Gate Park, where we heard our first live shows from the legendary Emmy Lou Harris and Steve Earle (with his “Bluegrass Dukes”). We also got our first taste of bluegrass giant Hot Rize, along with the richly eclectic rock of Chuck Prophet and the Dolly-meets-Janis singing of country rocker Tift Merrit.

 

Sebastopol and Santa Rosa brought us other great shows, including soulful choruses from the Blind Boys of Alabama; the phenomenal trap drumming of Wally Ingram paired with wailin’ slide guitarist David Lindley; mind-boggling percussive guitar work from newcomer Kaki King; and bottleneck steel guitar/ harmonica blues from John Hammond (by far the best use of a harmonica holder I’ve ever heard.)

 

There’s been an abundance of great shows right here in downtown Petaluma, at our Mystic Theater. No empty calorie pop music here. We heard Cajun from BeauSoleil; American rock punk-a-billy from the Blasters;  Tejano boogie blues from Los Lobos; and the bluegrass jams of Yonder Mountain String Band. Clear me a place on the dance floor!

 

One classification we’ve especially enjoyed is the “singer-songwriter”, many of whom generate more guffaws than the best stand-up comics. Cheryl Wheeler and Todd Snider talked and sang of their travels and tribulations, taking you from heartbreak to belly laugh in the space of a song. Loudon Wainwright exposed his soul while spinning the most intricate of story rhymes, interwoven with his sophisticated sense of humor. John Hiatt, with the Goners, turned in two sets that combined first-rate lyrics and music, animated by Hiatt’s engaging stage persona.

 

Last but not least is Richard Thompson. Though he’s a regular Mystic visitor, we saw him at the Fillmore with his electric band.  RT combined the most impeccably lyrical/poetic songwriting and sizzling rock-jazz guitar with a powerful voice to create a show unlike any other. Check him out.

 

(Only one complaint: I love powerful music, but too many of the rock concerts were pumped up to the eardrum-buzz level. Drop it a few dBs, if you please.)