Show Review & Photos: Swans & Wooden Wand @ Neumos

I could tell that Swans were really happy about how Saturday night’s show went. And they should have been happy about it. While the audience applauded and moved to the music, there was very little – if no – conversation among the capacity crowd. Instead, they hung onto each lyric and note.

Swans’ music can make me feel really uneasy. I think it’s meant to unsettle. They began their show with a 25-minute version of “No Words/No Thoughts,” the first song off their new album, My Father Will Guide Me Up A Rope To The Sky. The song built up with each band member hitting the stage one by one, starting with a one note droning beelike hum began by Thor Harris. By the time singer/songwriter Michael Gira came out we were ready after the pulsing combination of sounds moving from the floor into our feet and through our bodies. It’s impressive to build this noise and not have it be a painful experience – I’ve been to a lot of loud shows that just really hurt the eardrums.

Other powerful songs were “Jim” (Let’s walk barefoot on this carpet of air/ Let’s piss on the city . . . Ride your mechanical beast to heaven/ Ride your beautiful bitch to the ultimate sin). “Eden Prison,” “Sex, God, Sex” (Praise the Lord . . . come into my heart sweet lord . . . I am open . . . I am torn apart/ I am naked and I am impure/I am sexless), “I Crawled” (Come into my room/ Put your hands on my throat), plus the absolutely great and new “Avatar”. When Swans came out for the one song encore of “Little Mouth,” Gira told us, “You’re all such a good-looking bunch of boys and girls in Seattle. You make me want to teach you a lesson.” “In Little Mouth” he used only his breath at times as vocals – it was beautiful. Gira’s voice was clear and it dug deep. Combined with the music it created an unrelenting symphony of what I might call submission music.

Opening the evening was Wooden Wand, an artist on Gira’s Young God Records label. James Jackson Toth, who makes up Wooden Wand, was joined by two additional excellent guitarists. He’s got an immediately attractive voice and sound. I particularly liked the song “The Mountain”. I would see this band again in a heartbeat.


Swans


Wooden Wand
Review & all photos by Dagmar

Gallery of Swans @ Neumos
Gallery of Wooden Wand @ Neumos

Show Review: Eric Clapton & Los Lobos @ KeyArena

No individual is more ingrained into the fabric of rock and roll than Eric Clapton. His resume includes stints with The Yardbirds, John Mayall and the Bluesbreakers, Cream, Blind Faith, and an amazing solo career including collaborations with many of the finest rock and blues musicians of our time. His legendary guitar skills that, forty-five years ago, led English graffiti artists to declare “Clapton is God”, were on full uninhibited display Saturday night at KeyArena.

Los Lobos opened, revving the audience up with their powerful blend of Chicano blues rock. David Hidalgo and Cesar Rosas expertly traded off guitar solos and lead vocal duties. The highlight, of course, was the hybrid cover of Ritchie Valens’ “La Bamba” with The Rascals’ “Good Lovin’”.

Leading with his baby blue Stratocaster, Clapton took the stage to a standing ovation and thunderous applause. He and his band launched into the standard 12-bar blues of “Key to the Highway” from Riding With the King, his collaboration with B.B. King. A few songs in he pulled out his classic cover of Muddy Waters’ “Hoochie Coochie Man”. This is where the show really started to take off. During the electric portions of the set Clapton attempted to melt the faces off of audience members in the front row with guitar solos of such intensity and complexity no mere mortal could hope to pull them off. Video screens to the left and right of the stage aided Clapton in blowing minds by showcasing his intricate fret work up close and personal.


Cover art for Clapton’s 2010 release, Clapton – photo by Terry O’Neill

A musician such as Eric Clapton only surrounds himself with the best. His current touring band certainly fits that description, matching him note for note and solo for solo. His rhythm section ably laid down the foundation over which his guitar spoke. His two keyboardists showed off their amazing talents with multiple solos.

Clapton drew out “Old Love” into a fifteen minute guitar solo of epic proportions, a certified aural orgasm. He followed this up with the feel good reggae groove of Bob Marley’s “I Shot the Sheriff”. The audience joined, singing along to the chorus and surprisingly the air stayed smoke-free.

After this Clapton took a seat with a four-stringed acoustic guitar to churn out some unplugged numbers. “Nobody Knows You When You’re Down and Out” is a favorite from his Unplugged album and was received warmly. A pair of tracks from his new album, “River Runs Deep” and “When Somebody Thinks You’re Wonderful” were both solid but a little too slow and quiet for an arena crowd wanting Clapton to shred through his classics with his amp up to eleven.

An acoustic, shortened version of “Layla” led to another spirited audience sing-along. After this, Clapton plugged back in to finish the show.

The only Cream cover of the night came in the form of a high energy rendition of “Badge” that sent the baby boomers wild. “Wonderful Tonight,” one of the greatest love songs of all time, followed. Clapton finished strong and left the near capacity audience wanting more. Closing out the set was the loud and rambunctious “Cocaine”. The audience gave a standing ovation – and with their hooting and hollering, they demanded an encore.

Clapton and the band returned for the one song encore, “Crossroads”. With Clapton’s guitar fast and furious, the show ended on an adrenaline-laced high note. Clapton and his band took a collective bow. Then they exited stage left.

After this concert I believe the only way one could possibly understand the guitar virtuosity Eric Clapton possesses is to see him play live. Even though the energy waned in the middle of the set, his musicianship was spot on all night. He closed out the set stronger than he opened it. I think those graffiti artists in the Sixties may have been correct.

I have seen God. I have heard his power. His name is Eric and he plays a Stratocaster.

Photos: Brent Amaker and the Rodeo & Virgin @ the Crocodile

On Friday night Brent Amaker and the Rodeo played their last Seattle date before heading to Texas for a string of dates surrounding SXSW (they’ll appear at the Velveeta Room for SXSW on March 16th). Alex Crick attended the show at the Crocodile and captured some beauties of the Rodeo and openers Virgin.


Brent Amaker and the Rodeo


Virgin

Photos: Josh Ritter & Scott Hutchison @ Showbox SoDo

Showbox SoDo had Josh Ritter and Scott Hutchison on their stage last Tuesday. Ritter, who just released his eighth EP, To the Yet Unknowing World, has also made seven LPs. He’s a novelist as well – look for his debut this summer. Scott Hutchison of Scottish band Frightened Rabbit opened. Photographers Jason Tang and Suzi Pratt brought back some excellent shots:


Josh Ritter


Scott Hutchison