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ABB at the Beacon, Friday 3/23: Just Another Manic Friday
Monday, March 26, 2007
Les Brers in A Minor
Can’t Lose What You never Had
Aint Wastin’ Time No More
The Sky is Crying
Who to Believe
The Weight (Suzie T-T; Jay Collins)

You Don’t Love Me > Soul Serenade
Don’t Keep Me Wondering
Manic Depression
Trouble No More
Walk On Gilded Splinters > JaBUMaOt > bass > Splinters
Black Hearted Woman > coda > The Other One jam

Preachin’ Blues

Over the overture mists, Derek chops his ax down hard to herald the introductory strains of “Les Brers in A Minor,” quite sufficiently grand; Derek brings his guitar down similarly several times to emphasize beats, a surprisingly animated set of gestures for the Zen slide master. Oteil has his back to the house, facing off against the drummers and radiating waves of bottom, pushing the band into the theme. Oteil is playing big, Gregg’s B3 solo is fresh and brisk. Derek goes all flash, then pulls up, plays a big hanging note that is like a page break, then he plays a creaky, building solo, goes to double time, and finishes up with his open right hand bashing out a chorded phrase. A drum interlude, Marc high on top accenting… Then Warren solos over a solid Oteil base, a furious electric blur that connects with the house, pulling a cheer from our collective throats. “Les Brers” is a BIG beginning, like running back the opening kickoff to the 5-yard line. It hits the spot with the Friday night crowd.

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