2008 In Music: Porter Batiste Stoltz

You can't go wrong when you combine George Porter's delectable bass, Russell Batiste's drumming power, and the blistering guitar work of Brian Stoltz. Then add in Phish's Page McConnell on keys here and there....this is the freshest funk album of 2008, without a doubt.

MOODOO. It's live and it SMOKES! Irresistible. "I Get High" is the first song with vocals, and it may be the highlight for me - but really MOODOO is just one continuous jam. The Curtis Mayfield cover is also over and beyond great. Then there's some Dylan thrown in (Stoltz once toured with him), and of course a nice spattering of the Meters from Porter's catalogue. Simply put - MOODOO is hotness.

Eric Lindell - Low on Cash, Rich in Love CD Review

In a world where money dominates nearly every facet of our lives, Eric Lindell's latest release Low on Cash, Rich In Love provides a refreshing return to the basics. Declaring in the title track that he’s “low on cash, low on change, rich in love and other things,” Eric reveals the straightforward and sincere attitude that is the hallmark of the album.

With a dynamite cast of supporting musicians, Lindell easily dabbles in the blues, funk, and creole-flavored soul. His New Orleans heritage is unmistakable, especially in “It’s A Pity,” clearly a reflection on the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina. Ripe with thick basslines and electrifying organ runs, this track quickly stands out as one of the highlights.

Eric’s talents as a songwriter and musician are many, but perhaps the most alluring is the sultry and seemingly effortless vocal delivery that seasons every song. The way he sings “baby” certainly had this reviewer spellbound. Mix in his impressive chops on the guitar and harmonica, and you certainly have the fixings for music's next rising star.

While the lyrical content of the album is by no means complex, the themes of romance, relationships, and devotion are instantly accessible and down-to-earth. Lindell exposes himself as a lady’s man in the first minutes of the lilting and sweet opening number, crooning “girl I’ll be doggone if I’ll let you slip away, so lay back, lay back down.”

He continues to pour on the charm in the gritty “It’s My Pleasure,” accented by simmering slide guitar and Delta-inspired riffs. The song slowly builds to a wicked jam, another of the finest moments on the album.

Low on Cash, Rich in Love surely doesn’t break the mold, but it fits into it exquisitely. Lindell has crafted a collection of sing-along worthy songs with rhythms that will definitely get bodies moving on a dance floor. It’s the type of music that just screams to be performed in front of an audience; and as luck would have it, Lindell is no stranger to the stage. If this album is any indicator, his upcoming concerts should not be missed.

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Keller Williams & The WMD's - Live 11.4.07 - Washington, D.C.

For nearly two decades Keller Williams has been fascinating audiences with his lively and imaginative performances. Manipulating sounds with an extensive array of delay systems, looping devices, and custom-made instruments, Keller has rightfully earned the title of “guitar’s mad-scientist.” He builds his songs in phases, recording each layer individually using a series of gadgets and gizmos.

Despite the improvisational nature of his stage act, even the most loyal Keller fans have expressed fear that his one-man show may be growing stale and repetitive. While the validity of that argument is clearly subjective, it appears to some extent that Keller has taken those criticisms to heart.

This past summer, Keller announced that he would be hitting the road with three brilliant colleagues from the jam band scene - bassist Keith Moseley, guitarist Gibb Droll, and legendary percussionist Jeff Sipe. What was originally thought to be a few select festival performances was expanded to include a short tour of the Southeastern U.S. this November.

The group, going by the name Keller Williams & The WMDs, made their third stop of the Fall tour at Washington D.C’.s 9:30 Club on Sunday. Soon after 8:30, Keller and his all-star entourage emerged, confirming reports that there was no supporting act. There was an arsenal of axes lined up on the stage and a slightly atypical layout; instead of being centrally positioned, the drum kit was to the far right facing the band as opposed to the crowd.

The show started with some beat box from Keller, with the others joining in one by one. There were a few minutes of warm-up jams and noodling around before the opening chords of “Best Feeling” hit with a bam. Keller sang out “for one second I felt like a kid,” and the trippy projected visuals switched to a recording of his toddler-aged daughter dancing around. As if it was the crowd’s cue, skirts began twirling, arms raised in the air, and the floor in front of the stage became a wave of motion.

The intensity built as Gibb and Keller played the call-and-answer game, finally culminating in a soaring solo from Gibb. A pained expression spread across his face and his eyes shut as he shredded his guitar with feverish energy, unleashing greatness that most performers reserve until the end of the night.

With a zip-a-dee-dip bee-bop, Keller launched into an off the cuff “Sunday Night” freestyle. Declaring it time for a “big-ass party” with a “laid-back chill groovy vibe,” he certainly set the tone for a spectacularly fun evening.

Whenever Keller (and his sense of humor) is at the helm of the ship, funny moments are to be expected. During the second set, a piece of clothing was thrown at his feet to which he commented, “I’ve never received boxer shorts on stage.” The crowd roared with laughter as he leaned forward to inspect them saying, “No I’m not going to touch them! They will be tweezered off.”

The set list was mostly material from Keller’s catalog, peppered with a few cover songs and some Gibb Droll originals. While many different genres were dabbled in throughout the night, the overall feeling was straight up funk. Keith Moseley’s intense bass grooves were at the root of that, reminiscent of funky forefathers Bootsy Collins and George Porter, Jr.

Having Jeff Sipe on sticks elevated this ensemble to the ranks of excellence. His effortless style makes drumming seem simple, and his sense of dynamic balance makes it almost possible to forget he’s there. As the show progressed, it was evident that there was a reason for the kit’s unexpected position on stage. Sipe was constantly watching his three band mates, sensing when to lay low and also when to let loose.

The mind-blowing power of Gibb Droll was perhaps the most startling surprise. There were moments when his guitar seemed liable to burst into flames from the sheer fervor of his playing, and it remains a mystery as to why this man is relatively unknown. His skills frequently inspired incredulous looks throughout the audience and on the faces of his fellow band members.

With the WMD’s, Keller has found a way to reinvent his songs and breathe new life into his act. Their cohesiveness as a group is remarkable considering they’ve only played together in this configuration since June, truly a testament to the tremendous improvisational talents of these four individuals. A night with this live music dream team promises not to disappoint.

Medeski, Martin, & Wood - Live 5.24.07 - Richmond, VA

Medeski Martin & Wood
Lewis Ginter Botanical Garden in Richmond, VA
May 24, 2007, 6:00PM
Ticket Price $25
Opening Act: Homemade Bread

The evening was beautiful – my first time seeing Medeski Martin & Wood and my first visit to the Lewis Ginter Botanical Garden. Being there, I remembered how I love plants (not just the ones you smoke ;). I felt an instant sense of peace when I walked through the gates. The flowers and the greenery were in full bloom, little hippie children were running around, and the weather was ideal. I made a spur of the moment decision to go to the show, so I figured it would be a solo venture. Luckily, Amanda had the day off and accompanied me.

We got there about midway through the opening band’s set. Homemade Bread they were called, and they sounded pretty good. Their style was funky and jazzy, and the vocals were solid. The saxophone player, David Gay I believe, really impressed me. Definitely want to check out more from these guys, but I’m having difficulties locating them on the web, can’t even find ‘em on Myspace. I think they need my marketing assistance ;o)

EDIT: I came across this snippet about Homemade Bread on the Haymaker Festival website.

I used the break before MMW to wander around and snap some more pictures of the gardens. Gorgeous! I can’t believe I go to Richmond so frequently and don’t take advantage of that place.

The stroll through the plant labyrinth (along with the beers) had me nicely relaxed and primed for the MMW set. The crowd cheered as John Medeski made his way over to the piano, with Chris Wood and Billy Martin following shortly there after. They each took their time warming up – Medeski getting used to the feel of the piano, Wood tuning his upright bass, Martin organizing his giant arsenal of percussion equipment. Unlike a rock ensemble, where the first song is like a blast to the face; Medeski, Martin, and Wood slowly built up to their introductory number. (Disclaimer: I wasn’t able to identify the tunes by name since I am not very well versed in the MMW catalog). They started off with a straight-up jazz piece. As the intensity built, Martin and Wood brought the rhythm, laying the foundation for Medeski to show his stuff. It wasn’t long before he was standing and strumming the strings of the grand piano as if it were a stringed instrument (well, it is technically, but you know what I mean). For the second song, Medeski pulled out his melodica and Wood switched to the electric bass, and the sound shifted from jazz to world music. They got into some deep grooves throughout their 90 minute set, but the highlight was definitely the encore cover of “What’d I Say?”. People who had been seated all night got up and joined the rest of us in the hippie shuffle. MMW was exactly what the doctor ordered for me, but I heard some folks commenting that it was too jazzy for their tastes. My guess is that most of these people miss the guitar. I thought it was a refreshing change to have the focus be on the piano; I miss that instrument in music. Definitely seeing this trio whenever they come around Virginia again.

Col. Bruce Hampton & The Aquarium Rescue Unit - Live 5.9.07 - Richmond, VA

Col. Bruce Hampton & The Aquarium Rescue Unit
Innsbrook Pavilion in Glen Allen, VA
May 9, 2007, 6:30 PM

Even though I’ve been to the Innsbrook Pavilion many times before, it still trips me up that the place is nestled inside a giant office park. Not your typical location for a concert venue, but somehow the folks over there have made it work. There are some drawbacks to the area, though. For one, the crowd is normally littered with white-collar professionals who are much more interested in social hour than music (an ongoing beef of mine). Secondly, the security is tighter than the proverbial duck’s arse. While the police presence didn’t confront me none, the constant chitter-chatter certainly cheesed me off. I meandered through the crowd searching for a quiet haven to enjoy the show, which I did, right in front of the speaker. It’s sad when that’s the only place you can go and actually hear over the talking, but hey, you do what you have to do.

By the time I got settled, the sun was setting and the Aquarium Rescue Unit was already about 30 minutes in to their set. The group, considered the forerunner of the modern day jam band scene, has had an ever-changing lineup since its inception in the late 80s. Wednesday night, the ARU consisted of some familiar faces to me – founding member and “Godfather of Jam” Col. Bruce Hampton, current Widespread Panic guitarist Jimmy Herring, and the Allman Brothers Band’s current bassist Oteil Burbridge as well as Jeff Sipe aka Apt Q-258 (percussion) and Bobby Lee Rodgers (banjo/vocals) both of whom were new to me. Since this was my first ARU gig, I didn’t recognize much of what I was hearing. You didn’t have to know the songs to know it was some straight-up goodness, though. These guys rarely play together nowadays, so it was beyond a treat to have this opportunity. The band laid down some of the sickest grooves I have ever witnessed – impeccably fusing rock, bluegrass, jazz, you name it. I have heard before that Oteil is limited by the Allman Brothers Band; judging by his performance Wednesday night, that assessment is correct. He really took command over a good portion of the show, singing and scatting while dropping some scorching hot bass lines. Someone awesome captured footage and posted it on YouTube –

When Oteil wasn’t directing traffic, Col. Bruce graced us with his rough and rootsy vocals. Even though he is considered the band leader, he deserves to lay low if that’s what he’s feeling – the man is an unacknowledged legend. He just has that quality about him – you know you’re in the presence of greatness. And then there’s Jimmy Herring, who is a master of his craft. Most people know Warren Haynes is one of my favorite living guitarists, but Jimmy is now closing that gap. He shreds it and totally floors me with his solos. If he sang, too, Warren might have a real fight on his hands. See what I mean –

Towards the middle of the set, Derek Trucks came out for a few songs and we got a short glimpse of the amazing chemistry between him and Jimmy (more to come during the DTB set). Then, a very young man appeared on the drums who was later identified as Derek’s little brother, Duane. With their uncle Butch playing drums for the Allman Brothers, the Trucks family is building quite the musical pedigree. The ARU closed out their set with a splendid rendition of “Turn On Your Lovelight,” and the roadies got to work on setting up DTB ’s equipment.

If you EVER have the opportunity to see the Aquarium Rescue Unit, you absolutely should. They made a hell of a first impression on me. I have run out of ways to say amazing, so I’ll just leave it at that.

PS: A special thanks to the wonderful man who made this evening possible :P