The Return of the Badgerman: David Lindley at the Cedar Cultural Center, Minneapolis, MN, 5/14/13

 

David Lindley and Jackson Brown, circa 1992 (archive photo necessitated by the Cedar's new "no photos" policy during performances

David Lindley and Jackson Browne, circa 1992 (archive photo necessitated by the Cedar’s new “no photos” policy during performances)

If the music industry ever gave out the equivalent of the NBA’s Sixth Man Award, surely David Lindley would be a contender.  In addition to his long affiliation with Jackson Browne, Lindley’s multi-instrumental work has added depth, color and nuance to a veritable who’s who of contemporary artists, including Ry Cooder, Warren Zevon, Rod Stewart, Crosby, Stills and Nash, Emmylou Harris, The Blind Boys of Alabama, Linda Ronstadt, Dolly Parton, John Prine, Bob Dylan, and David Bromberg.  And that’s just for starters!  His long affiliation with the group of session musicians known as The Section has led him to appear on scores of albums.  For approximately 10 years, he led the much-loved, sorely-missed, multi-cultural cult favorite band, El Rayo -X, with its captivating mix of rock, blues and reggae.  As one of the earliest champions of “world music,” he toured and recorded with Jordanian musician Hani Naser, as well as venturing to Madagascar with guitarist Henry Kaiser, to record with musicians there

The Axe-Man cometh!  David Lindley's instruments, including a massive baritone Hawaiian guitar, normal Hawaiian guitar, bouzouki and oud.
The Axe-Man cometh! David Lindley’s instruments, including a massive baritone Hawaiian guitar, normal Hawaiian guitar, bouzouki and oud.

Although he is still regularly called upon for session work, Lindley’s preference these days is to tour solo, dazzling audiences with his deft fretwork on a variety of instruments, including bouzouki, oud, and an impressive set of Hawaiian style hollow neck acoustic lap guitars.  So it was during his recent appearance at the Cedar Cultural Center, where he entertained the 2/3’s full house for nearly two hours, with his mix of songs and story telling.

Bespectacled, with his long graying hair and signature massive mutton chops, Lindley resembled a character out of a Dickens novel – except for the loud paisley-print shirt, that is (standard apparel for the man occasionally referred to as The Prince of Polyester).  “Ain’t No Way” from the first El Rayo-X album, was the set opener, done up more as a stately march than the loose, freewheeling arrangement from the 1981 album.  Reflecting on his early career, Lindley noted that he used to play at Disneyland in a hillbilly band “with our bumpkin suits, bumpkin hats, and bumpkin instruments.”  One of the members of the group was a much older man named Johnny Sancere, who played banjo and guitar, and whose longevity in the business while playing the style of music he preferred seems to have had a profound influence on Lindley’s own chosen career path.  He used the Disneyland/Sancere episode as a segue into “Coot From Tennessee,” then the Warren Zevon composition “Beneath The Vast Indifference of Heaven,” both played on Hawaiian-style acoustic lap guitars.  The hollow necks of these formidable instruments provided a huge, resonating bottom to the songs, making it sound for all the world as though there was a bass player up on stage, too.

Referring to the recent Rolling Stone article about The Section, Lindley related a story about saxophonist David Sanborn (“the Troll of Soul,” as Lindley referred to him),, making his way from ledge to ledge along the second story outside wall of the Holiday Inn where the band was staying while touring with Jackson Browne.  Finally persuaded to come into the room from his precarious perch, Sanborn pointed at someone in the band and proclaimed “You and your little dog, too!” causing Lindley to howl with laughter at the recollection, while the audience politely chuckled in puzzled amusement.  I guess you had to have been there.

Announcing, “I’d like to do a drug song for you,” Lindley told of how he and his daughter, Rosanne, came to write “Little Green Bottle,” an ode to . . . Extra Strength Excedrin.  It occurred after Lindley had been bitten between the shoulder blades by some nasty tree spider that dropped down on him as he brushed against a branch.  Only the magic in the little green bottle soothed his pain, so, while walking with Rosanne soon after – in the street, away from spider-infested trees – they began tossing off verses, eventually winding up with “about 30.”  Although the version performed this night consisted of far fewer verses, the song itself went on for over 10 minutes, including hilarious spoken interludes about taking too much (leading to “bad musical ideas” and manic guitar playing), then coming down from the Excedrin high (slowing the song down to a dirge).

Back to the bouzouki, and another story about doing sessions with Dolly Parton, including an extravagant show at her Dollywood theme park, with a number of other guest musicians.  Dolly introduced the musicians one by one, noting that so-and-so came in from New York, so-and-so from Los Angeles, and when she got to Lindley, she announced “And David Lindley flew in from Mars!”  The murder ballad, “Pretty Polly” was the follow up to that anecdote.

Switching to the oud, Lindley pointed out that the one he plays does not have the rounded back traditional for this Middle Eastern instrument.  “That’s because this oud was made to be plugged into a Marshall stack!” he noted, referring to his oud as “Destroys Drummers.”  The bluegrass tune, “Little Sadie” was the first offering on this tricky instrument, followed by a medley of similar songs.  The similarity between oud and mandolin in terms of size and number of strings (although the oud has 2 more) makes the oud a simpatico choice for bluegrass style music.

Back to bouzouki next for the Greg Copeland tune, “Pretty Girl Rules The World,” followed by another Greg Copeland composition, “Revenge Will Come,” played on the thunderous baritone Hawaiian.  In between, Lindley told a story about the man who makes his lap guitars, a fellow by the name of Larry Pogreba, a neighbor of Ted Turner’s, who lives “off the grid” in Montana, and also builds black powder cannons that shoot bowling balls!  It was just such a cannon that dispatched the ashes of Pogreba’s friend, the late Hunter S. Thompson, over his property in Colorado.  Whatever else you might say about David Lindley, you certainly can’t accuse him of having boring friends.

Before performing his lone encore, the zydeco flavored “Bon Temps Roulez,” Lindley referred back to the Rolling Stone article on The Section.  He took umbrage at the writer’s reference to the group as “The Knights of Soft Rock,” so he decided to give himself yet another nickname:  Flaccido Domingo.  That line got him the biggest laugh of the night.

It’s easy to see how David Lindley is such an in-demand studio musician.  His range of instrumental skills is unique, but in addition to that his easygoing demeanor and “what, me worry?” attitude toward life must be refreshing in a business where over-inflated egos are the norm.  Fortunately for us, he still spends a lot of time on the road, playing in bars and clubs, and at festivals all over the world.  Alone on stage, flanked by his rack of instruments, is where his true genius shines forth – with a half-dozen humorous anecdotes thrown in for good measure.

Kelley Hunt

Concert review- Kelley Hunt at the Crystola Roadhouse, Woodland Park, CO 10/19/12

Kelley Hunt and band at Crystola Roadhouse, Woodland Park, CO 10/19/12

The irascible Mr. Phledge heads for the hills to catch some live blues!

When advance notices like these come in, you turn your head:

“Hunt’s latest CD (GRAVITY LOVES YOU) sounds like her best yet – which is high praise considering the quality of her 2009 release, “Mercy”. Hunt’s songwriting shines on powerful, moving compositions like “Deep Old Love,” “This Fall,” “In the End” and the title cut. And she proves she can shine on the keyboard as well – with dynamic inspired playing throughout.”
Terry Perkins ST. LOUIS BEACON

“…Hunt’s vocals and captivating piano playing work together to lift each composition to gravity-defying heights. With each new release – this is her fifth – Hunt’s velvet-smooth voice is further defined.” “This is a superb production with the subtle colors Hunt is famous for…”
BLUES REVUE (Jul/Aug ’11)

“This Kansan is a full-blown phenomenon: Powerhouse singer, hard boogieing pianist, polished songwriter” —-MINNEAPOLIS STAR-TRIBUNE

With local promoters Amy and George Whitesell bringing reliably good acts to the mountains, who could resist a ride up the Ute Pass to the Roadhouse? Way up past Pikes Peak, this joint is loved by a mix of bikers, cowboys, locals, hockey fans, and even Seniors if you happen to roll in there on Mondays, when they only serve bargain burgers and the bluehairs ( ” Smile when you say that, sonny..”) pack the place. But you can add blues fans to that mix, now that we’ve seen a steady stream the likes of Jim Adam, Ronnie Baker Brooks, Samantha Fish, and Chris Duarte roll through this classic Western roadhouse where you can see straight from the diner through the bar to the dance floor and stage. The walls are covered with cowboy photos, hockey memorabilia, Harley-Davidson gear, mounted heads of bison and bighorn, handbills from shows featuring Patsy Cline and Nashville artists, and a place of honor reserved for the poster of Merle Haggard standing next to six cases of George Dickel. They don’t suffer much pretense at the Roadhouse, and how could you, when the smoke from the fire pit on the back deck covers even the well-groomed with a layer of… ahhh, isn’t that Ponderosa Pine? The locals say that if you catch the house vegetable beef soup, yep, that’s the remaining prime rib from Friday in there. Take that, Mrs. McNabb! The barmaids all look capable of whupping any patron’s ass, so there’s rarely even a dust-up that doesn’t quickly end in a call for another round.

( Someone go down there and reel Phledge in, he’s veering way off course..-Ed.)

And don’t forget that huge poster of a very close-up Johnny Cash flipping the bird to the camera that proudly hangs right above the drum kit stand! This note’s for you!

Kelley and the band arrived on time and were ready to go at 8pm sharp, despite having played in Thorold, Ontario the night before. That’s a 6am Eastern wakeup in Buffalo, flights to Vegas and Denver, and a two-hour drive from DEN to Teller County. Despite the brutal travel, Kelley, her manager/hubby Al, and the band were genial and appeared well-rested, chatting up their fans new and old before the show.

The guys is relatively new. Bassist Kenny Ames of Nashville has been with Kelley for three years, but Nashville drummer Hamilton Hardin and Detroit guitarist John Rhoads only came on for the current tour in May. Kelley spoke of how the band reshaping was “all for the better”, and warned fans that these guys didn’t know all of her old material, only selected favorites, including one she later bowed to repeated requests,   ” Queen of the 88s”.

The real ” Queen of the 88s”

A rousing intro by George Whitesell welcomed the band onstage, and Kelley soon displayed the terrific voice and amazing hands that the rave reviews had promised as she moved through selections from her 2011 CD, ” Gravity Loves You”, including the title track, “Music Was the Thing”, “I’m Ready”, and “Land of Milk and Honey”. The set revealed a wide range of styles, including Gospel, Cajun, Jazz, and Blues reminiscent of not only the rockin’ boogie of Jerry Lee Lewis or Fats Domino, but the thoughtful pacing of Gregg Allman, particularly his cover of Jackson Browne’s ” These Days”. Kelley, you oughta work that one into your set! The band was excellent, particularly guitarist Rhoads, fresh off his self-described “Master’s Degree” playing the East Coast with blues veteran Motor City Josh. Notably, despite the vagaries of travel, equipment, and venues, the set ran like clockwork, with no delays for tuning, wiring, or babbling that can plague shows ( sorry Hamilton; drum solos are best suffered from the Men’s Room). A well-paced set is the mark of a veteran in control of her evening, and Kelley made the train run on time.

Late in the first set, Kelley switched over to a big red electric Ibanez and chose two covers: Dylan’s ” Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door”, and Nick Lowe’s ” ( What’s So Funny ’bout) Peace, Love, and Understanding”. The former was particularly moving, with Kelley sharing some remembrances of friends  passing too soon, including one who came dancing toward her in a dream, reassuring her that it was okay to sing “Knockin'” at his memorial. Kelley is a pro, and she might have delivered that intro enough times to do it in her sleep. But Friday night, it seemed to come from the heart, and the response from the crowd was palpable. Though not a ” dance number” by any stretch ( and to call some of that dancing would be a further stretch), the floor was jammed by the end of the song. Many were milling back to their seats when the band launched into the latter tune, perhaps best covered by Declan McManus ( that’s Elvis Costello to you ). Kelley and the band nailed a spirited version, and she proved to be no slouch on the guitar, laying a rhythm base for some soaring solos by Rhoads, he perhaps being spurred by Kelley’s mention of his beloved Tigers’ sweep of the Yankees the night before.

Rockin’ out on the Nick Lowe classic!

During the break, John assured our table that “Queen of the 88s” was one of the early tunes that he and the band had learned for the tour, and that Kelley would break the set list to play it if we asked. Thankfully, a knot of knowledgeable fans around the stage kept banging for ” Mary, Mary..”, the piano teacher who brought out the boogie-woogie in a young Kelley and inspired the song, and soon Kelley had the room jumpin’ with her  storytelling signature tune, backed by a left hand on the keys that Jerry Lee would love and a band reveling in the reason they had traveled all those miles.

” The only time that ever seems too short is the time that we get to play…” – Jackson Browne, “The Load-Out”

Having visited Kelley’s site, I knew the band was headed next for Tucson, some 800 miles away. But none of them seemed daunted by the four-day  Ontario-Colorado-Arizona itinerary. As John pointed out to the Tigers fan at our table, ” It’s Friday night; we don’t have to be there until Sunday”.