Listening to a Les Kerr cd is like getting a hug from an old
friend. Warm, familiar - and energizing. There’s something about Les’ music that
brings back happy memories, even though the tunes you’re listening to are brand
new. Les’s latest cd, The Americana Boogie, is a great example – with the mash
up of musical styles on the title track, the shuffling “Comfort Music”, and “Mississippi
Sunshine” – a driving around with the top
down kind of tune.
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Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
CD Reviews: Jambo Joe Bones, Barefoot Man, Dani Hoy, Dave McKenney
Jambo Joe Bones “Buccaneers, Ballads & Bellyflops”.
Like
Don Middlebrook, Swim Skinny, and The Boat Drunks, Jambo proves once again you
don’t have to live at the beach to act like you do. Hailing from the very
un-tropical climes of Wisconsin, Jambo Joe nevertheless finds plenty of warm
weather inspiration for his music. He also holds the distinction of having the
best mustache in all of Trop Rock.
Jambo’s
latest collection of beach worthy tunes kicks off with one of three songs on
the cd that involve airplanes. ”Air Sunshine” is a bouncy number about an
airline that doesn’t exist but would get a ton of Parrot Head business if it
did. With hammocks and bar stools for seats, bikini-clad stewardesses, and
Isaac from the Love Boat onboard to pour the libations…where can I buy a
ticket? At the core, it’s a song about a subject many of us can relate to –
escaping. In Jambo’s case, from “The coldest damn day of the winter” to “a
tropical place”. Where, exactly, doesn’t really matter. It’s all in your head, after
all. Speaking of in your head, “Mermaids Are For Real” makes a case for the
existence of the finny females. At least, that’s Jambo’s story and he’s
stickin’ to it. It wouldn’t be a proper Trop Rock cd without a drinking song or
two. Check. “Margarita Bomb” is a cautionary tale that rocks, co-written by and
featuring Bones’ frequent musical partner in crime, Amy M.
Another
one of my favorite tracks is the loping country ditty, “On A Scale of One To Dumbass”.
It’s an appropriate soundtrack for taking stock of a wild weekend: “You can’t
bellyflop on a table top, or swim skinny while you’re baked…” You may have
heard a live version of it on my BeachFrontRadio show, “Trop Rockin’ Live”. I
mentioned there are three airplane songs on “Buccaneers, Ballads & Bellyflops”.
“The Plane Left Without Me” is a familiar tale of having one (or three) too
many and “accidentally” missing the last plane out. And track six, “Dairy Air” happily
reps Wisconsin while showcasing Jambo’s often salty sense of humor. And who
doesn’t like polka music and double entendres? The nautical bow on Jambo’s
latest cd is “Living Like A Pirate”, a sea faring sing-along that inspires rum
drinking and once again features Amy M singing lines like “Scallawags are after
me booty”. It’s also another song I have played a live version of on TRL…
The Barefoot Man “Sand Dollars”
From his beach-side
perch at the Reef Resort in Grand Cayman, George Nowak, aka, The Barefoot Man is a local
legend for his raucous and rowdy shows, not to mention his penchant for getting
women to want his autograph in places where the sun don’t usually shine. His
bio claims that he has written 2,000 songs and recorded 500 of them. Swerving
from Calypso and Reggae to Country – and a little bit of everything in between
- the nine originals and three covers on
his latest release, “Sand Dollars”
happily add to that collection.
Personal
favorites include: “Sailing on Moku”, a nautical tune that rides a Calypso
beat. The pedal steel infused “I’ll Never Leave Nippers Again”, a song that
wouldn’t sound out of place on a Hank Snow cd. And the Hawaiian-y title track,
“Sand Dollar”.
“It’s
A Rental” pokes a stick at inconsiderate tourists, “Have You Tried Fishing”
offers a tropical solution to the daily grind, and “Dumb Ass” puts the Barefoot
spin on the old Kenny Rogers classic, “Lucille”
Much
of ‘Foot’s notoriety is based on his
“not for kids” material…Tracks like “The Pussycat Song” and “Beaver Island”
always get the crowd fired up. “Sand Dollars” includes the equally salty,
“Should Have Used A Condom”. And his cover of the Great Mighty Sparrow’s “Congo
Man” throws plenty of double entendres, along with a couple of not so willing
females, into the cook pot.
http://www.barefootman.com/
The
other two cds I received this month came via Drop Box instead of the mail. The
only down side to that delivery method is that I don’t get the cd sleeve with
liner notes, and, often, lyrics… But, I do have the music and that’s the best
part!
Dani Hoy “Songs Of
Love & The Ocean”.
Dani’s
disc is one of the most pleasantly surprising albums I’ve heard in a while from
a relative newcomer. It’s also great to hear another female voice on the Trop
Rock scene, especially out in front and recording solo records.
Like
the Barefoot Man, Dani plies a variety of musical genres – from the Zydeco
inspired title track to the Blues/Country ballad, “Walking In The Rain In New
Orleans”. “Summer Songs” throws some ska-horns and Hawaiian slack-key
guitar in to the Gumbo for a great top down driving song. ”Gone Native” sounds
like Bonnie Raitt at the beach. “Last Day On The Island” is a smoky, down tempo
number that conjurs up images of candle lit tables in an after-hours Caribbean
bar. And “Whiskey Kisses” gets the full old-school country treatment from veteran
producer, Kevin Johnston.
Although
her bio says she’s been playing guitar and singing for several decades, it’s
only been in the last four or five years that she has taken her talent out on
the road. Twice nominated for Trop Rock Music Association Awards, Dani’s first
cd, featuring songs like “Tropi-Gal” and
“Meet Me On The Boardwalk”, introduced her to the Trop Rock world. “Songs Of
Love…” should make her a full-sail force to be reckoned with.
http://danihoy.com/
Dave McKenney “Four
Hour Lunch Break”.
Hailing
from Richmond, Virginia, singer/songwriter Dave McKenney stays busy playing all
along the eastern Seaboard. He has also made appearances at Parrot Head
phriendly events like Stars On The Water and Meeting Of The Minds. Another
relative newcomer to the Trop Rock world, Dave’s debut disc features mostly originals
from what I can tell (again, not having the cd sleeve means I don’t have
songwriting credits). The one track I’m sure is a cover is John Frinzi’s
“Bouyancy”. Of the originals, several tracks stand out – including “The Inlet”,
which features some nice acoustic finger picking, the bouncy country of “Florida
Kind Of Sunday”, the jazzy “Martin’s View”, and the appropriately titled “Carolina
Laid Back Point Of View”. Maryland
boaters and trop rock fans will also recognize the subject of “The Big Owl”. If
I was going to judge by the music and lyrics of “Four Hour Lunch Break”,
McKenney seems to believe in “No worries, no hurries”…and that’s a worldview
that works for me. Add this cd to the collection, pour a glass of good Rum and
throw it on next time you’re sitting on your deck watching the sun go down.
http://www.davemckenneymusic.com/
Sunday, July 21, 2013
CD "Review": Jim Morris, "The Man Who Offered The Moon"
I have seen Jim Morris live a number of
times and have been to – even hosted – lots of House Concerts. But, I have
never seen Jim Morris at a House concert. It’s on my Bucket List! Jim is one of
those rare singer/songwriters – like Bruce Springsteen and Jimmy Buffett - able to populate his songs with larger than
life characters. Whether it’s the serendipitous lover and her teacher and
banker friends in “Thursday Afternoon at the Conch House Lounge” or the
Tropical Man in “Laid Back and Key Wasted” - they may not ACTUALLY exist, but
they sure seem like they could – or should. I’d love to spend some quality time
listening to Jim talk about the stories behind his songs, find out how much is
truth with “names changed to protect the guilty” and how much is poetic
license.
Jim continues the tradition on his latest
cd, “The Man Who Offered the Moon”. Take track number nine, for example - “Long
Money” - where Jim gets booked to play a private party at a beachfront mansion
where the guests are “doctors and lawyers and assorted egomaniacs”. The women
in attendance are “surgically blessed and all those parts they purchased seem
to fit together well”. The host of the shindig, referred to only as the “Big
Dog”, is a “smiley fella” who has been “working hard turning paradise into
condos”. It’s a five and a half minute short film set to music. You can imagine
the “beautiful lady” when she walks in to the party, picture the manicured lawn
“littered with bottles of bourbon and vodka and gin”. It’s the sign of a great
songwriter when you can “see” the song, as well as hear it.
In “Party Dress”, the scene is another
party, this one “right there on the bayou, down around New Orleans”. The host
of this soiree is a fella named “Dickie Bones” who likes to drink and dance and
who “greets you when you come to call”. Beer and Margaritas flow, and a band
plays while “Frankie boils the crawfish”. Once again, it’s such a vivid picture
you’ll find yourself wishing you had been there!
Another reason Jim Morris sits among the
upper echelon of Trop Rock artists is his often understated sense of humor. I
say understated because he doesn’t resort to tired clichés – doesn’t hit you
over the head with the punch line. Take “Your Girlfriend Says Hello”: The hero
in the song quits the job that was making him unhappy, tells the boss “the
dream you were selling just didn’t work out” and runs off to enjoy sand and sea
with a new lady friend - who is, well the title says it all. The twist is that,
throughout the song she is referred to as “your girlfriend”, until the last
thirty seconds of the song when that changes to “MY girlfriend”. Then there is
“Tonight I Came Here To Drink”, where the singer tells a woman at the bar in a
skimpy dress and great legs to “stop pointing them at me”, then observes “I see
you’re from Brazil, or at least you appear to be”. That doesn’t mean Morris
can’t be blunt when he wants to. He also says “Came Here to Drink”, “It’s hard
to concentrate when I’m staring at your ass”. Or take “Mr. Right”. I don’t
think anyone is going to accuse him of subtlety when the object of the singer’s
affection is asked “Why don’t you do me?”
Other stand out tracks include the nostalgic
“One Layer of Clothes”, with Morris and a college buddy jumping into a sports
car and hitting the road in search of “ a world we’d never seen, things we’d
never done”. Who can’t relate to their younger days when money wasn’t important
and time was irrelevant? “The End Of Time” follows the popular Trop Rock scenario
of a guy who ditches the corporate world to find what really makes him happy,
including “sunny skies, salty air” and a “girl who says she loves me, fine
Jamaican Rum”. It includes one of my favorite Jim Morris lines of all time:
“I’ll be happy until the end of time, but I hope it never comes.” And, finally,
remember the old Disco nugget “It’s Raining Men”? Personally, I like Jim’s weather
report a whole lot better. “Raining Rum” tells the story of a guitar player who
“grew up in Kentucky on a rutabaga farm”, whose “mom died in a bar fight, and
“dad was Baptist preacher ‘till the cops found all the dope”. You’ll just have
to listen to the song to find out, as the late Paul Harvey would say, the rest
of the story. It’s another one of those colorful narratives that makes you want
to find out how much is based on reality and how much is pure fiction. One of
the most upbeat songs on the cd, it’s destined to be a Jim Morris concert
favorite.
Some additional details: Trop Rock heart
throb John Patti is responsible for the steel drums and percussion on “The Man
Who Offered The Moon” and twelve of the thirteen tunes are Morris originals –
the only cover being Rodney Crowell’s “Song For Life”.
Labels:
Jim Morris,
Jimmy Buffett,
John Patti,
Trop Rock
Friday, June 28, 2013
CD overview: Scott Kirby, "Sol Searching"
Scott Kirby, Sol Searching, Little Flock Music
I’ve told this story so many times, if you have heard it
before feel free to skip forward a few lines. Back about seven or eight years
ago, I was listening to Radio Margaritaville when I heard – with a nod to Monty Python – “something
completely different”. The lyrics had to do with the beach, but it wasn’t done
by Jimmy Buffett. The RM website didn’t tell me who it was and I listened for
the dj to announce the song but he never did. The same thing happened the next
half dozen or so times I heard it – but each time I would stop whatever I was
doing and listen, transfixed by the lyrics about living by blue water –
something I have had the opportunity to do a couple of times, only to get
yanked back to reality way before I felt it was time. I long to do it again
someday and I wore the words of the song like a dream coat. Eventually, I found
out the song was called “Lucky Enough” by Scott Kirby. I have had the good
fortune to see Scott perform several times – interviewed him for my blog, Beaches,
Bands & Bars. Not only do I credit him (and Radio Margaritaville) for
opening my eyes and ears to the world of Trop Rock, but Scott remains one of my
favorite Trop Rock performers – and that song, “Lucky Enough”, still sits on my
list of favorite songs of all time... “I’ll raise my glass, you can kiss my old
ass” indeed.
Fast forward to 2013 and Scott’s latest cd, Sol Searching. It’s his sixth studio outing
– seventh overall, counting his live “Night On The Beach” cd. And, once again,
it’s full of reflections on the turning of one’s calendar pages and the desire
to find that place in your life that makes YOU happy, where you’re “Lucky
Enough”. But, unlike some artists who tend to focus on the partying side of our
annual trip around the sun – the “bright and shiny” - Scott’s songs tend
towards the wistful and introspective. But, not in a negative sense. I made the
observation to Scott once that, at first listen his lyrics may sound “glass
half empty”, he is really an optimist. He seemed surprised by that but thought
some more and finally said, “I guess you’re right!”. It’s the difference
between writing about the rainbow and writing about the guy holding the empty
pot at the other end, waiting for it to get filled with Gold. And, if only a
few coins fall in it’s ok, as long as you’re near someone you love – and blue
water. The opening track is a great example, “Turning Of The Tide”. Featuring a
melancholy harmonica and gentle piano, it includes lines like “Days go by and
how time flies…” and “Baby we were born to be in a shanty down by the sea…cause
folks like us were meant to live in small houses”. But, like many of Scott’s
songs, it isn’t about giving up, it’s about acceptance, and finding fulfillment
in those things that make you smile. In “Turning”, once the singer accepts that
“the big new place, you see, it was never meant to be” he lays his head down to
get a good night’s sleep.
Next up is the title track, with its play on words (Sol
being the Spanish word for Sun). Cut
from similar cloth, musically, with a saxophone substituting for harmonica,
“Sol Searching” immediately makes me want to pack up the car and drive
somewhere whenever I hear it - Anywhere there are boats bobbing on the water. “Pick
up the pieces, pick up the pace…when all you want to do is feel the sun on your
face” and “When you wake stark mad in the middle of the night…southwind
whispers, baby, book that flight”. If I ever get a boat, I want to name it Sol
Searching.
Although Scott spends a lot of time in Key West and the bar
in which he’s a co-owner, the Smokin’ Tuna, he splits his year between there
and his “home port” in New England. Several songs on Sol Searching pay homage
to those roots, including track three, “Any Old Town In New England”. A clap
along rocker, the focus is on Beantown but places like Nantucket Sound and
Narragansett Bay also get name dropped. ”Vineyard” (the only track on the cd
not written by Scott) and the closing number, “Old Beach House” also take the
listener to the Northeastern US – the latter an especially poignant song about
respecting where you come from that could have just as easily been recorded by
the late, great John Denver. “Life is not a perfect thing, it’s tattered and
it’s torn, like the curtains in this old beach house the wooden steps so worn.
But, when it’s all been said and done we do the best we can and pray for one
more perfect day…”
I have used words like wistful, melancholy, and poignant to
describe Scott Kirby’s music but he is no sour puss. As I said earlier, his
songs brim with an understated optimism - and more than a little humor. “Guys
Like Us”, for instance, explores the chemistry between crazy women and the
fellas who fall for them, “You Better Believe Her!” is about – well, crazy
women (“If she tells you she’s bat shit crazy you better believe her”) and
“Whiskey” is a funky, bluesy love letter to that golden spirit.
I can’t review a Scott Kirby cd without mentioning the
sound. While some Trop Rockers opt for the lo-fi approach, letting electronics
substitute for real musicians (generally due to limited budget), Kirby cds, Sol
Searching included, are full-on professional productions, with strings, brass
and lots of top notch guests. Peter Mayer lends backing vocals and the All-Star
rhythm section of Russ Kunkel and Leland Sklar (Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Stevie Nicks,
Carole King,
Jackson
Browne, Linda Ronstadt) lend a hand on “Guys Like Us”.
Another outstanding outing from a true singer/songwriter.
Now, excuse me while I pour a glass of rum, settle in to my comfy chair… and do
a little “Sol Searching”. For more on Scott and his music, www.scottkirby.com
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