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New Soul Power
Love it when this happens, seeing a band keep getting better. Old favorites of this blog, the One & Nines, played a funk-filled, rocking set that not just channeled classic Stax, but moved the Soul story forward. A taught, stop-on-a-dime set that began with a Green Onions reprise but consisted mainly of their self-penned Soul ditties that reflect a contemporary take on the battle of the sexes. The bass player laid down juicy, fat notes, a thick textured bedrock for the rollicking conversation between the guitar player, the female lead singer whose power and energy seems reminiscent of Grace Slick and the four piece horn section, who were on fire. Pregnant pauses, soaring solos. Tell Me, a new song was bridged into Wait, a soul weeper from their debut CD. Thick grooves let the jams burst forth. It’s like the whole crew just got back from the cross-roads. A rowdy version of Shotgun had the crowd shaking and clapping. Uncanny how these kids understand and feel this music whose hey day occurred some 20 years before they were born. Soul Power born a new, rejoice! Is the age of a new groovy upon us? Some kind of mis-cue with the organizers of this special Friday edition of Groove on Grove had the band shorten their set and depart abruptly, which sucked but on the other hand, the promoters had assembled a canopy, which enhanced the sound, reducing the ambient background chatter that impedes regular gigs at the outdoor plaza.
Love it when this happens, seeing a band keep getting better. Old favorites of this blog, the One & Nines, played a funk-filled, rocking set that not just channeled classic Stax, but moved the Soul story forward. A taught, stop-on-a-dime set that began with a Green Onions reprise but consisted mainly of their self-penned Soul ditties that reflect a contemporary take on the battle of the sexes. The bass player laid down juicy, fat notes, a thick textured bedrock for the rollicking conversation between the guitar player, the female lead singer whose power and energy seems reminiscent of Grace Slick and the four piece horn section, who were on fire. Pregnant pauses, soaring solos. Tell Me, a new song was bridged into Wait, a soul weeper from their debut CD. Thick grooves let the jams burst forth. It’s like the whole crew just got back from the cross-roads. A rowdy version of Shotgun had the crowd shaking and clapping. Uncanny how these kids understand and feel this music whose hey day occurred some 20 years before they were born. Soul Power born a new, rejoice! Is the age of a new groovy upon us? Some kind of mis-cue with the organizers of this special Friday edition of Groove on Grove had the band shorten their set and depart abruptly, which sucked but on the other hand, the promoters had assembled a canopy, which enhanced the sound, reducing the ambient background chatter that impedes regular gigs at the outdoor plaza.
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