Pope is a Rockstar
Pope is a rockstar. You take your clothes off. Heading for the last fight, before our worlds part. We can wait forever for the world to untrack. We can wait forever for the worthwhile track.
Leonard Cohen
My heart hurts so much right now. Two days ago Donald Trump was elected president, and today Leonard Cohen died. I feel pretty confident that Trump’s election killed him, death by broken heart. And my heart is so damn broken, but we will fight for each other’s rights, safety and for love, always for love. We have music to feed our soul and heal us during times like these.
Thank you Leonard for your songs. They make us stronger.
Diego El Cigala at SFJAZZ
El Cigala has had many transformations. He is always of course the Sinatra of flamenco and a shining star of Spain, but he has in the past been all flamenco, more jazz, and now he is trying a flamenco salsa mix with a largely Cuban band.
This evening I went with my family to see him with his current band at SFJAZZ. The band was lively and so was Cigala. They interacted with joy and excitement and all seemed to be in awe of each other. Cigala, throughout the show, craned his head to smile at his brilliant band members. They exuded energy and it rubbed off on the audience who itched to dance to the upbeat salsa/jazz/flameno medley. Many did get up and dance in the aisles something I doubt happens often at SFJAZZ which is a bit formal for its own good.
Cigala played a lively and long set. His voice rang clear and strong, echoing throughout the theatre with the immense power and emotion one can only hope for in flamenco. It was pretty remarkable. He sang some traditional Spanish and salsa songs which wooed a crowd full of Spanish speakers (it also tested my own Spanish which as it turns out is not as rusty as I thought). Cigala also was quite the charismatic character. He smiled and laughed at the audience often gesturing at women in the crowd. He really reminded me of the professors I had while living in Spain.
His band did likely steal the show though. Especially notable was his pianist, Jaime “Yumitos”Calabuch, who impressed the crowd. He exuded confidence with each note and had truly exceptional timing. Also notable were the two trombonists Richard Stella Prieto and Leo Aguirre Ocampo. The color and feel of the trombone in the salsa pieces was really unlike anything I’d heard before. So enjoyable.
It was a lovely evening full of remarkable music with my extraordinary family I’m lucky to have in my pretty city I’m lucky to call home.
Primal Scream
So my lovely friend won tickets through OhMyRockness (what a site) to see Primal Scream at Warsaw. So of course we went because it was like being handed $90 with tickets at $45 each. Hella sick! It was really fucking fun. It felt like a different decade–the people there and the music. They opened with Movin On Up and goddamn it was a party.
People Like You
My iTunes is being really crazy and not working lately, so I’ve just been listening to stuff on bandcamp which is actually nice because I’ve found some cool new things. This band from Boston is so cool. It’s very The World Is A Beautiful Place-y obviously but is super post-jazz too. Broken World Media is an incredible label, and I’m so happy they’ve got these guys. If you don’t already follow BWM and their bands you must start doing so.
But really listen to this album it’s incredible.
Holograma
Hinds is a lovely band from Madrid, and Los Nastys are another cool Madrid band. Go Spain! Go Spanish music! Ya!
You Turn Me On I’m A Radio
This live version of You Turn Me On is insanely beautiful and so god damn soulful. This whole 1974 live album (Miles of Aisles) is ridiculous, and if you even remotely like Joni Mitchell you gotta get with this album. Just listen to her go off at the end of this. Wonderful thing, although it does make me miss my mother’s beautiful voice. She sang us a lot of Joni when we were young.
I’m also putting the Miles of Aisles version of Big Yellow Taxi on here. It’s honestly a lot better than the recording. Her band is SO good. It’s just JAZZIER. And who doesn’t like jazzier . . . that solo at 1:30 . . .