Sunday, April 21, 2013
with Quinn Sullivan
It's 420 and you know what that means. Record Store Day!
It's also the 33rd anniversary of the greatest concert I've ever seen.
The full concert is available on youtube...including opening gospel act.
But I digress.
Had the pleasure of seeing Quinn Sullivan at Lollapalooza last year. Two sets. He was pretty impressive for anyone, never mind a 14 year old. Haven't seen the old man, Buddy Guy, but better late than never. Buddy is one of the last living links (via Muddy Waters) to the original cast of Delta Blues artists that shaped rock n roll. The wife and I will be heading to Mississippi in a couple weeks for a 12 day road trip, chasing all those ghosts.
Before the show I got to play what I refer to as "The Alf Game" with a gentleman seated behind me. There was this dialogue between Alf and his special interest, as they were courting.
JODY: I eat when I'm depressed.
ALF: I eat when I'm bored.
JODY: I eat when I'm lonely.
ALF: I eat all the time.
JODY: I'm a little overweight.
ALF: I'm short.
JODY: I'm blind.
ALF: You win.
Concert version usually goes like this:
Me: Big blues fans, eh?
Other: We were in Chicago visiting all the blues clubs a couple years ago.
Me: I saw Quinn Sullivan do two sets at Lollapalooza this past summer.
Other: Johnny Lang is another good young guitar player...though he's in his 30's now.
Me: He's got religion though. Wish they had told us before we drove to New Hampshire to see him a couple years ago.
Other: We saw Willie Nelson at a show with Buddy Guy in upstate New York.
Me: Love Willie, saw him open 7 shows for Dylan back in 04/05, then caught him again, in upstate New York, opening for John Fogerty...while on my way home from the Lang show.
Other: You win.
That was the short version and I'm still digressing.
Quinn makes friends right away. He opens with an 8 minute version of Clapton's Got To Get Better In A Little While, playing mostly chords before he rips into a couple dazzling solos. He follows with a song that is a blues answer song to Hank Snow's I've Been Everywhere. Quinns version is the prelude. (I Ain't Been Everywhere But I'm) Getting There, title cut from the new album. He shows some awareness by name-checking Toronto inside the tune.
His stage patter is limited to "Thank You", "This is from my debut album", "This is from my new cd", and "Thanks to Buddy Guy". That's ok. He's 14 years old and has virtually nothing in common with the baby-boomers in the audience. Except the music and that speaks volumes. He's comfortable onstage and he's going to be as engaging and thrilling a performer as those who have come before him, in his own time, as he grows into it naturally. For now, he's mister professional, moving the show along.
How professional? Well he's already caught on to this trick; third song should be one of your strongest, either your current hit or your signature song. Springsteen was a master of this. My Sweet Guitar is Quinn's love song...totally appropriate for his age. This was his first single, preceding the release of Cyclone in 2011. The song fits in nicely to the blues tradition of 'double-entendre' songs, like Robert Johnson's Phonograph Blues, only less salacious. Quite the debut.
He follows with another track off the new record, Mr Gloom.
Quinn revers Clapton and he channels him for the second time tonight via Jimi Hendrix through Derek and the Dominos with a rendition of Little Wing. The crowd is totally won over, responding with standing applause at the end of songs.
Now good and warmed up he rips off the surfer-blues title track from his first cd, Cyclone.
Buddy's Blues is a fun biographical piece, almost like Cross Roads Blues lite. Quinn's cross road was at a Massachusetts concert and this is the tale, from picking up a guitar at the age of five (it was actually 3 but 5 makes for better rhymes), to appearing onstage with Buddy, to tonight's set.
Quinn ends his portion of the night where he started it, in his safe zone...with Eric Clapton, covering Derek & the Dominos Why Does A Love Have to Be So Sad? Great version, he is really testing his vocal skills and they are coming along fine. He goes from an almost falsetto to a growl with some crooning in between and just a hint of a holler.
Buddy Guy is a little difficult to record. While Quinn stepped to the front of the stage apron to display his solo skills to both sides of the venue, Buddy likes to go there so he can chat with the drunks in the 10th row. He plays like he's in a juke joint, even made his way to the first balcony during one song. It's not a bad thing, it's entertaining...but it leaves a lot of dead air in a wave file.
This guy is one of the last living legends of the 2nd wave of blues. Wave 1: You got your Delta, Georgia and Texas blues artists, pre World War II. Wave 2 you have the great migration from the rural south to the urban north and the growth and dominance of the Memphis (STAX)-Chicago (Chess) sound, Muddy Waters, BB King, Sonny Boy Williamson et al Wave 3 the 1960' s revivalists from Clapton to Butterfield, Bloomfield, Stevie Ray Vaughan and Hendrix. Buddy bridges 2 and 3. He has survived a lot of his followers, too many. His greatest notoriety came from being in Muddy Waters band and his own reputation as a boundary stretching innovative guitar player. His style doesn't translate well to a recording. He uses props (drumsticks, his butt) and Patton-esque poses (playing behind his back), things you can't see on a record but that the crowd eats up when done live. So like the greatest, he is a performer first.
76 years young and he's still bringing it. Still playing high-tempo blistering licks and chords. Doesn't seem to be ready for a chair anytime soon. He covers a lot of ground prowling the stage and more. He pays tribute to Toronto for reviving his playing career in the mid 60's, he reappeared at Mariposa 1967. Except for clubs in big cities, and before that juke joints in rural towns, "the blues" had never been a lucrative endeavor, never got the radio airplay it deserved. With it's rebirth in the '60's many old bluesman was pulled out of retirement to regale the newly forming counter-culture; first the beats, then the hippies and finally it fueled the psychedelic blowout that marked the end of that noble experiment. Buddy alludes to this when he tells the story about how he came back to play the blues. In his time it was necessary to play whatever was on the juke box to make your living. Now he was free and he's been at it for over 40 more years.
t01 Got to Get Better In A Little While (Eric Clapton) (Getting There, 2013)
t02 Getting There (Getting There, 2013)
t03 My Sweet Guitar (Tom Hambridge, Quinn Sullivan) (Cyclone, 2012)
t04 Mr Gloom (Getting There, 2013)
t05 Little Wing (Jimi Hendrix)
t06 Cyclone (Cyclone, 2012)
t07 Buddy's Blues (Buddy Guy, Tom Hambridge) (Cyclone, 2012)
t08 Why Does Love Got To Be So Sad? (Eric Clapton)
d1 t01 Damn Right I Got the Blues
d1 t02 Hoochie Koochie Man
d1 t03 Slippin In
d1 t04 Fever
d1 t05 74 Years Young
d1 t06 Boom Boom Boom/Drowning on Dry Land
d1 t07 Mad Love
d2 t01 Mustang Sally
d2 t02 Skin Deep (w/ Quinn Sullivan)
d2 t03 Strange Brew
d2 t04 Voodoo Child
d2 t05 Outro