there's music and then there's music, and there are shows and then there are shows, and i was privileged last night to be reminded of the distinctions of both. the herald was effusive in its praise
, and yet failed to do the depth and breadth of it justice. for an aural glimpse, you might go to jameshuntermusic.com
(click on "music", and then again on "bonus tracks", and then start right at the top with "baby don't do it", and then take my word for the fact that he and the band have grown in their inhabitation of the song to the point where what i heard last night isn't even remotely captured by what's on the web site, even while it's hinted at and just fine in its own way) and have yourself a ball--but it won't begin to approximate being there. prefer video? he's got his new single on youtube
, and the live snippets are same lineup and stage set that was used last night. close, but, as any rock and roller (r&b'er, jazzer, or music lover of any kind) knows, there's nothing like just being there.
i consider myself every day a lucky guy.