An Evening with Sam Llanas and Kevin Bowe, The Icehouse, Minneapolis, MN, 2/22/13

Kevin Bowe and Andy Dee

Kevin Bowe and Andy Dee

You’ve heard us sing the praises of Kevin Bowe before (check out “Mid-Week Treat” in the Archives). This particular gig was noteworthy for a couple of reasons, however. First, Kevin was playing without his usual bandmates, The Okemah Prophets, opting instead to bring along lap steel whiz Andy Dee to accompany his own acoustic guitar. Second, he pulled out a couple of surprise older tunes, rather than drawing exclusively from his excellent new CD, “Natchez Trace.” The net effect was a most satisfying opening set, showcasing his versatile songwriting skills to good effect.

Even the opening song was a pleasant surprise: a straight-ahead reading of Dylan’s “From A Buick 6.” The follow up, “Waiting For The Wheel,” from the “Natchez Trace” album, was similar to the Dylan tune in tempo and phrasing, unashamedly showing off one of Kevin’s major influences. Andy Dee’s lap steel solos were strong and assertive on both songs; no fluff, no cliché; just the right stuff and just enough of it. Bowe wise-cracked that “The guy’s so broke he can’t even afford frets!” in reference to the lap steel, a humorous but subtle acknowledgment of the intricacies of this particular instrument.

Bowe switched back and forth between his 6-string Taylor and 12-string Guild guitars, as the song dictated. After the slow, melancholy “Every Little Bit Hurts” from the new CD, he introduced “Riverside” by relating an anecdote about a time in his life when he was working a crappy job and reading books about songwriting. “They all told you two things: be uptempo and positive. So, I wrote this song, which is downbeat and negative, and it was recorded by Kenny Wayne Shepherd, it went platinum, and I haven’t worked a day job since!”

Kevin Bowe

Admonishing the sound man to “Turn up the sadness,” for “My Favorite Pain,” Bowe was content to strum the rhythm while Andy Dee was out front with suitably mournful sounds on his lap steel. More name-checking followed, as Bowe noted that Jonny Lang “sings the crap out of this one, but I sing the piss out of it,” leading into “Leaving To Stay,” from Lang’s double-platinum and Grammy-winning 1998 release, “Wander This World.”

Kevin closed out his set with three tunes from the new CD, starting with the wistful “Fallen Satellites,” picking up the pace with “In Too Deep,” (Dee’s steel work subbing nicely for the Scarlet Rivera violin solo on the original), and closing with a rocking “Just Restless.” It was a brief, efficient, and thoroughly enjoyable warm-up for Sam Llanas, who seized on the momentum for his headlining set.

Sam Llanas and band

Sam Llanas and band

Along with boyhood friend, Kurt Neuman, Sam Llanas (pronounced “Yan-as”) was one of the founding members of BoDeans, whose popularity expanded from their Wisconsin base nationwide, thanks to college radio-friendly songs like “Good Things,” “She’s A Runaway,” and “Closer To Free.” Llanas left the band a couple of years back, for reasons not entirely clear, and his most recent solo recording is 2011’s “4 A.M.” What was most striking about his performance at the Icehouse was how much more robust and passionate were his vocals, compared to the relatively hushed – almost whispered, at times – recorded version. Clearly, being on stage is energizing for him.

A bad pun could be made about this being a bass-less show, since neither act employed a bass player, but that would be playing for cheap laughs. Instead, we’ll simply note that Llanas was accompanied by Mike Hoffmann on the Telecaster, and Ryan Scheidermayer on drums and percussion. Mike’s Telecaster was an object of interest all night, not just because of his tasteful playing, but also for the autographs of various guitarists (Junior Brown, Dick Dale, Link Wray, Tommy Allsup, Chuck Berry) that graced its front and back.

guitar frontSammy and the band came out smoking, including a more forceful version of “Shyne” than appeared on the “4 A.M.” album. The set list alternated between BoDeans’ material and songs from the solo album, with “Something’s Telling Me” from the former giving way to a heartfelt rendering of “Nobody Loves Me” from the “4 A.M.” disc. Schiedermayer’s percussion work on the latter was particularly effective, utilizing just a single mallet and a shaker. “Paved In Gold,” a sad song about broken dreams, showcased Sam’s passionate singing, while the Los Lobos-like “Two Souls,” featured a terrific solo by Mike.

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Chuck Berry signature

Chuck Berry signature

F. Scott Fitzerald once famously remarked that in the real dark night of the soul, it is always 3 o’clock in the morning. It’s fair to assume that Sam Llanas had that quotation in mind when he wrote the title track to “4 A.M.” “4 a.m. can be the hardest time / If you feel a little blue or lonely inside,” he sings, closing with the refrain “4 a.m., 4 a.m., / Amen.”

The mood improved and the tempo picked up for the strident, insistent beat of “617,” followed by the country-flavored, “Lookin’ For Me Somewhere,” with Ryan’s brushwork standing out.

Sam Llanas, standing tall

Sam Llanas, standing tall

It was time for the big finish, starting with the familiar opening chords of “Closer To Free,” which seemed to energize both the band and the crowd. Sammy went back to the first BoDeans album for another crowd favorite, “She’s A Runaway,” followed by a twisted love song from his solo album, “Cherry O” (“I never meant to hurt you quite as bad as I did / I only wanted to hurt you a little more than you hurt me”). Mike coaxed gorgeous echoey effects from his Telecaster on the “summery sounding” (as Sammy described it) “Brand New”.and the 90-minute set ended with “Feed The Fire,” a rousing finale that morphed into snippets of “Gimme Shelter,” “Midnight Hour,” “Light My Fire,” and “I Wanna Take You Higher,” all propelled by Mike’s powerful lead guitar..

Regrettably, by this time the crowd had dwindled to the point where there weren’t enough of us left to coax an encore from the hard-working trio. Speaking with Sam afterward, he commented that he regretted the late start time for the show, noting that his demographic would definitely prefer an earlier show. No complaints here, but, by all means, hold that thought for next time, Sam.

Mid-week Treat: Kevin Bowe & The Okemah Prophets, Cause Spirits & Soundbar, Minneapolis, MN, 10/24/12

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There were good reasons not to go out on the town this past Wednesday. For one thing, being Wednesday, it meant that there were still 2 more 5:00 a.m. wake-ups ahead, before the end of the working week. Also, our Minnesota Indian summer had just come to an abrupt end, with cold drizzle and a brisk NW wind encouraging a bunker-down mentality. So, settling in on the couch, I began thumbing through the local A & E rag, when a club listing suddenly leapt off the page at me: Kevin Bowe was playing that night at Cause Spirits & Soundbar, in Uptown Minneapolis.

Bowe has a solid reputation in this town, having been an early supporter (and producer) of “Kid” Jonny Lang. He’s also produced albums by Shannon Curfman, Renee Austin, Tommy Castro and The Meat Puppets. He co-wrote four songs for Etta James’ Grammy-winning album, “Let’s Roll” and, at one time, was hired as a staff writer by the legendary songwriting team of Leiber & Stoller. A longtime collaborator of former Replacements leader, Paul Westerberg, he played guitar on several of Westerberg’s post-Replacements tours. In short, the man has cred.

I had recently purchased Kevin’s new CD, “Natchez Trace,” and was digging it immensely (one of his songs is plugged on the Heavy Rotation page on this site). The CD garnered a rave review from fellow blogger Karl Leslie, who called it “masterful” in his post on nodepression.com. The local major daily’s music scribe also hailed its release, and even Rolling Stone jumped on Bowe’s bandwagon, choosing “Everybody Lies” as its free Daily Download on September 28. Reading the club listing more closely, I spotted the magic word: “Free.” “Grab your coat, Sweetie,” I told The Missus, “we’re going out!”

Apparently, not everyone in the community shared my enthusiasm for this gig. The small crowd of youthful hipsters in the front bar pretty much stayed there all night, content to chat in groups of 2 or 3 while the muted big screen TV broadcast the Giants’ beat-down of the Tigers in Game 1 of the Series and the house sound system blared old Bee Gees tunes. Of course (?). In the back room where the stage was located, I could count the number of fans in attendance on the fingers of both hands – including Kevin’s wife, and the 3-person band that was booked to follow him. Bowe and his fellow Okemah Prophets – drummer Peter Anderson and bassist/harmony vocalist Steve Price seemed unfazed by the small turnout. One got the distinct impression that this gig was, in effect, a dress rehearsal for their upcoming – and better publicized – show on November 9, at the Dakota Jazz Club, where they’ll share a bill with Freedy Johnston (of “Bad Reputation” fame) and local songstress Allison Scott (Kevin is also her manager, producer, guitarist and collaborator). As dress rehearsals go, it might as well have been opening night.

The band hit the ground running with their cover of John Lennon’s “I Found Out.” Stripped down to the bare essentials of guitar, bass & drums – the DNA of rock ‘n roll – this garage band workout was the perfect opener. From there, the band moved into the very Westerberg-like “Gutters of Paradise,” part of the trilogy on “Natchez Trace” that Bowe calls “The LA Suite.” Lest you conclude that this is some sort of paean to the idyllic SoCal life, guess again. Bowe makes no bones about his utter disdain for the whole artificial Los Angeles scene. A more appropriate title for the trilogy would be “The LA Sucks Suite.” The set list was drawn almost entirely from the new CD, with the exception of an obscure Dylan track, “Seven Days,” recorded by Bowe several years ago. For the most part, the songs came off very well, even in the absence of the many high profile collaborators who appear on the album – including Scarlet Rivera, Nels Cline (Wilco), Freedy Johnston, Chuck Prophet, The Meat Puppets, and Mr. Westerberg. “Fallen Satellites,” minus the pedal steel, was even more spare and wistful than on the album. “Waitin’ For The Wheel” came off as more rocking, less country than the original, also for lack of a lap steel in the mix. However, for want of Scarlet Rivera’s soaring, haunting fiddle work, “In Too Deep” lacked the emotional depth of the album cut.

Kevin and the Prophets closed out strong, catching their breath with a slower cut (“My Favorite Pain”) before rattling off song # 2 of the LA Suite, “Devils Garden,” another garage band number (“Just Restless”), and another Westerberg-influenced punk rocker, “Never Don’t Stay.” Shifting gears to finish their hour-long set on a more subdued note, Bowe & Co. offered up “Haven’t You Heard?” a kiss-off song to a former lover. Unfortunately, the 10 of us in the audience couldn’t muster up enough applause to coax the band back onstage for an encore. Probably just as well; 5:00 a.m. comes pretty early.