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...times. Today's early music specialists have developed techniques and virtuosity that allow them to perform with a freedom of interpretation that was unknown 30 years ago. And they play on replicas of authentic old instruments, among them recorders, harpsichords, viols, theorbos (long-necked lutes with extra bass strings) and dolcians (precursors of the bassoon). Nearly 100 instrument makers from several countries had their wares on display...
...DAVE, EDMUNDS' new album, Twangin', Rockpile backs him up: Lowe on bass, Terry Williams on drums, and Billy Bremner on second guitar. It's his fourth effort with them: Lowe has two, and the group as a unit has one. Twangin' is Edmunds in peak form--crafted, yet vibrant, rollicking yet soulful. Where Lowe's talent lies in witty sarcasm about everything from the Bay City Rollers to man-eating dogs, Edmunds lets his stinging guitar affirm rock and roll, putting polish on classics old and new. He plays in the Elvis Presley mode, but adds musicianship and production techniques...
...songs, like those of his crony and frequent collaborator Butch Hancock, are bleak and wistful and angry, awash in the colors that Joe picked up on all of his magical misery tours. Ely's band, along with the traditional complement of bass, rhythm guitar and drums, also includes a sax and an accordion, so its sound sometimes takes on Tex-Mex overtones, or even a certain savor from Cajun territory. Ely's sources are scrupulously eclectic. Perhaps his nearest spiritual peer is that old renegade Jerry Lee Lewis. Live Shots contains one old tune, Fingernails, that may once...
Boom! A cannon shot from the Society Jazz Band bass drum jolts the chattering crowd outside the Gertrude Geddes Willis Funeral Home into a brief silence. The casket is coming out. Boom! A second shot signals the stricken cadence of a dirge. The white gloves of the pallbearers flash in the morning sun as they float their burden to the silver-gray Cadillac hearse. The main party of mourners, a score or so, fit themselves into several cars waiting in line...
Boom! As soon as the casket emerges, a bass drum shot shatters the air. The dirge-playing band leads the way up the road toward the cemetery, then separates from the casket. At first it retraces its route by drumbeat alone. Then the trumpet screams forth, the drummers swing out, belted choruses of The Second Line assail the sky. The crowd, most of it, becomes a blur of fidgeting feet, twisting torsos, bobbing heads. A corpulent man in an orange shirt spins and dips. An elderly woman executes a scampering step with the help of her cane. An open-shirted...