Roughly ten minutes before Tom Jones took the stage at New York City’s Terminal 5, one of the biggest misconceptions about his concerts had been disproved. Based upon some shoddy information and possibly my own wandering imagination, I had been led to believe that the crowd would be populated with more cougars on the prowl than the South American plains. The Welsh-born superstar still attracts his share of rabid female fans but they now bring a spare pair of panties to throw at the stage instead of removing the ones they came with. Imagining an arena full of randy cougars gone wild probably serves as a metaphor for the show itself: the idea of seeing Tom Jones in concert was actually more fun than actually seeing him.Tom Jones comes from the same school of performing as Barry Manilow, Neil Diamond and even Liberace; they know that a concert is also supposed to be a show and that a fine voice and a charismatic personality trumps flashy guitar solos and overblown stage theatrics every night of the week. Remaining true to that tenet, Tom Jones manages to defy classification and in many ways he transcends cool. Terminal 5 may not have been the ideal venue for Jones: the sound mix at the beginning overwhelmed the voice that everyone came to hear and more than half of Jones set wasn’t designed for a crowd watching from their feet. Then again, Jones has always had that twinge of hipness that makes his appearance on a stage that’s held Iggy Pop, The Hold Steady and Vampire Weekend not as oxymoronic as you might imagine.
At the core, Jones’ allure is that he’s a showman and for the first part of his set, he seemed disinclined to put on a show. Singing, as opposed to presenting, the songs from his latest album 24 Hours, the first forty-five minutes plodded melodically but uncomfortably along. Aided by Jones’ lack of true enthusiasm, (he had plenty of the plastic kind), the warmed over blues, disco and easy listening did little to prompt any real excitement. Once he started entertaining, his charisma and powerful voice, which still remains strong, carried the day and you got a taste of the legendary performer.
Eyes beaming like he’d had one Red Bull too many, Jones flashed glimpses of the swarthy Welshman that could bed the entire front row but there were also bits of stilted dancing that made him the Vegas version of Dan Aykroyd’s male prostitute Fred Garvin. With the exception of a section of the balcony infested with cougars, Jones seemed to have trouble making eye contact with the audience. Perhaps used to playing bigger rooms, he knew how to entertain the crowd but didn’t seem to have the intimate knack for getting them involved that you would expect from a veteran performer.
It took a while for Jones to get warmed up and he closed the show with a run through many of his tried and true hits. On surefire crowd-pleasers like “She’s A Lady,” “It’s Not Unusual” and “What’s New, Pussycat,” Jones was in all his Vegas-style glory. The recital of many of the songs seemed a little too well-rehearsed but retained enough looseness to remain fun. Jones ’ hair and beard are streaked with a little more gray than in recent years and his set length may be whittled to under ninety minutes but Jones knows how to finished strong. Prior to closing the night with hip-shaking covers of “Venus” and his Art Of Noise inflected version of Prince’s “Kiss,” he found a time capsule and broke out some vintage dance moves on “Leave Your Hat On.” When you see a 67-year-old singer earn his thrown panties instead of getting them tossed his way solely on his reputation, you’ve seen something inspiring.
When Bruce Springsteen released Magic, stories floated around that Springsteen had recorded enough material for a second album. Listening to Working On A Dream, you wouldn’t be hard pressed to believe that those rumors were true; too much of The Boss’ latest sounds like material that didn’t make the cut in 2007. Overly earnest songs of the plight of the working class sung by a multi-millionaire who reached his exalted status by singing paeans of busting out of his humble origins need to be crafted just right or they lose all relevance. On Working On A Dream, Springsteen’s creative barometer is slightly askew and instead of achieving poignancy, he comes up with songs like “Queen Of The Supermarket,” which would be the Springsteen parody since “Tweeter And The Monkey Man” if the spoof wasn’t unintentional.
The record release party for Vermont songstress
The Internet has spoken: Animal Collective are unparalleled geniuses and a little more than a month into the new year, their latest album, Merriweather Post Pavilion is already without question the best of 2009. Since the Internet is never prone to mistakes or hyperbole, we can just declare this discussion closed. Seeing as in March, the same bloggers will proclaim The Decemberists’ Hazards Of Love as the greatest contribution to auditory entertainment since Beethoven sat at the piano, perhaps some more reasoned thought can be given to Animal Collective’s latest.
For a select few, popularity and acclaim seem to come without effort. Although it’s never really that simple, some bands make it appear like all it took was a hastily recorded album, a quick tour around the country and a couple well-placed interviews and voila, you’re a nationally recognized name. The bitter reality is that there are often forces well outside any artist’s control that significantly affect the situation.
You can bring Peter Gabriel to the Oscars, but you can't make him sing. The cerebral singer, long an activist for human rights, is giving the Academy of Motion Picture Arts & Sciences a nice little headache. Nominated for Best Song for "Down To Earth," his contribution to Wall-E, Gabriel has opted against performing on the broadcast after learning that he and the other two nominated songs would be given approximately ninety seconds each as part of a mid-show medley. Given the long and often ghastly performances from years past, it's hard to figure how the Academy could want to limit Gabriel's exposure or M.I.A.'s, whose "O Saya" from Slumdog Millionaire is also nominated. Then again, this is the same group that opted to nominate nothing over Bruce Springsteen's "The Wrestler."
Rebecca Hart & The Sexy Children will be playing Joe's Pub within The Public Theater on Sunday night, February 15. The showcase will be the lovely singer's debut on the Pub's cabaret stage. Backed by The Sexy Children - who are Dan Barman and Licorice's David Lott and Matt Epstein - Hart will make her return to the New York area after an extended engagement in Louisville, Kentucky with Rock & Roll: The Reunion Tour.
Z Rock, IFC’s not very Conchord-like series about a hard rocking power trio that pays the bills by playing children’s birthday parties, plays off the real life story of its stars,
San Francisco's Connecticut Yankee will host the February 20 debut of Counterclarkwise - a band made up of Tea Leaf Green's Josh Clark and Scott Rager, Particle and Phil Lesh & Friends keyboardist Steve Molitz and ALO bassist Steve Adams. The band, which will be playing a batch of Clark originals, should be quite familiar with each other: Adams spent lengthy stretches of 2008 with Tea Leaf Green while Reed Mathis toured with the Jacob Fred Jazz Odyssey and Clark spent a month with Particle in late 2007 when Ben Combe left the band before their winter tour.
A night removed from the elegant but more bohemian confines of Brooklyn’s Music Hall of Williamsburg, quirky songsmith Andrew Bird’s practice, practice, practice paid off and the Chicago native found himself center stage at Carnegie Hall. Striding alone onto the stage, Bird indulged every violinist’s fancy and filled the austere confines of the hall with his own playing. After paying proper respect to the storied venue, Bird removed the coverings that served as faux shoes, brought out his band, which included Martin Dosh, and played the rest of the night in his stocking feet.
Robert Plant and his lovely duet partner Allison Krauss had a monster night at the Grammy's picking up five awards including the prestigious Album of the Year and Record of the Year for
At the end of January, U-Melt revved up for their Winter tour with an excellent Saturday night show at Maxwell's in Hoboken, New Jersey. Although I normally subscribe to the "No Jersey" rule when it comes to going to shows, U-Melt's Hoboken gig would be their only local appearance under they return to New York City and take over B.B. King's on April 10. Among the show's highlights: Zac Lasher playing Paul McCartney's "Let Em In" as an intro to a wild cover of The Beatles "Tomorrow Never Knows," the debut of a new tune, ,"Tiny Giants" and the revival of an old one, the beautiful "Twilight's Song" and a fine run through "Question Matters" which included a segue into and out of Frank Zappa's "Apostrophe." Often overlooked, Adam Bendy is continuing to emerge as a strong bass presence, a worthy foil to the electrifying guitar work of Rob Salzer and a fine compliment to exemplary skills of drummer George Miller.
In the midst of a rare lovefest being foisted upon Ticketmaster in the aftermath of Live Nation's bungling of the online sale of tickets for Phish's 2009 reunion tour, the ticketing behemoth strangled the goodwill like Lenny holding a fuzzy rabbit. Fans clamoring for tickets to Bruce Springsteen's American tour were greeted with screens informing them that the system was undergoing "routine maintenance"or even worse, redirected to Ticketsnow, the Ticketmaster owned resale site, where they were given the opportunity to purchase seats with an exorbitant markup.
The 2009 Langerado Music Festival scheduled for next March in Miami, Florida has been cancelled due to slow ticket sales. While many are pointing to the down turn of the economy as the cause for Langerado's cancellation, Phish playing their first reunion shows at the Hampton Coliseum in Hampton, Virginia could not have helped. Unlike those who have lost their savings making questionable investments, anyone who purchased tickets to the Langerado Festival will have their money refunded in full.
Today marks the 50th anniversary of the plane crash that resulted in the deaths of Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens and "The Big Bopper" J.P. Richardson. After playing at the Surf Ballroom in Clear Lake, Iowa, the rockers' plane went down shortly after midnight on February 3, 1959.
After rocking the Super Bowl halftime show, Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band are ready to take the party across the country. Bruce was in great form last night rolling through a medley of "Tenth Avenue Freeze Out," "Born to Run," "Working On a Dream" and "Glory Days."
Britney Spears may cancel her upcoming tour,
Phish addressed the colossal disaster (read cluster f*$k) that passed for Live Nation's attempt to handle the online distribution of tickets of their upcoming summer reunion tour. The following is posted on the band's
The Langerado Music Festival is upping its game. While it has been a significant festival the last several years, this year's line up seems more diverse and an attempt to push Langerado into the upper festival echelon. Modest Mouse is the latest addition to the annual Florida gathering joining Snoop Dogg, Death Cab for Cutie, Ryan Adams and The Cardinals as some of the marquee names.
Live Nation’s foray into the world of online ticketing took a large step backwards on Friday with Phish phans overloading the fledgling site with requests for the Vermont band’s first set of show since 2004. Much like the New York Mets
Madonna just won temporary custody of her children and may be