David Torn takes his electric oud and his guitar to new heights…Pianist Harold Mabern does he does best: make others sound great…Cash Box Kings make the blues come alive…and a man named Voo will woo you.
He was responsible for writing one of the most beloved songs in rock ‘n’ roll, but Berry did not get the respect he deserved until later on in his life.
Spanning the gamut from rustic folk-blues tradition to son-of-a-bluesman soul…from an outstanding live tribute to two late legends by Joe Bonamassa to a Brooklyn collective’s crazy-sick surprises, we’re blogging big this time.
Jimi Hendrix would have loved the three eccentric eclectic (dare I say oddball?) jazz releases covered within. But as a young man, he just wanted to add hot licks in the bands of Little Richard, the Isley Brothers and Curtis Knight. Knight’s use of the future legend is on full display via Legacy’s “You Can’t Use My Name.” They didn’t. Can you pick him out?
Giving back to the Crescent City culture that nurtured him, Troy Andrews, better known as Trombone Shorty, will host Shorty Fest on April 30 in New Orleans.
Five new CDs with international flavor capture the blues, jazz and kitschy Italian pop music from the 1960s in all its feminine glory.
At 77, Tom Paxton has taken over for Pete Seeger, who passed last year at 94, as our link to pure authentic folk music. Rudresh Mahanthappa rules supreme on the alto sax. And New England upstarts The Luxury takes a hint from bands like U2, Pink Floyd and Oasis.
I was 18 when Jorma and his band Jefferson Airplane rocked my socks off at Woodstock in 1969. I’m 64 now and Jorma is still a thrill. He headlines this installment of “Filled With Sound.” Smokin’ Joe Kubek, Bnois King, Eric Sardinas and Tinsley Ellis are his blues-drenched opening acts.
Sometimes an artist comes along who simply steals your breath away. Polly Gibbons is just such an artist. Plus, a soundtrack for our times, a jazzman goes solo and the 21-track newest installment of “Now That’s What I Call Music.”
Four New CDs span the gamut of sound from the avant-garde squeaks, squeals and grunts of John Coltrane and the soul-stirring Chicken Mambo of Fabrizio Poggi at The Spaghetti Juke Joint to Brad Hatfield’s bravery and the everlasting contributions of Bert Berns, a man who died way too soon.