Word: rocke
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...pace down with a flow of eastern influenced guitars floating above a lush backing of piano and drum shuffle. "I Live," the only song in the set from Falkner's first solo album, Jason Falkner Presents Author Unknown, brought cheers from the die-hard fans. More of a straightforward rock number, the song grew into a crescendo of cymbal crashes and guitar slashes not present with the restraint of the album version. After 45 minutes, the set came to an introspective close with "Goodnight Sweet Night," gently easing the audience back into serene silence...
...Endless comparisons have been made between Falkner and the classic rock and pop bands of the past 30 years. But when pressed to put your finger on any direct musical similarities, it's impossible to find any of the blatant regurgitation with which modern bands have made a killing. Falkner laments: "We've had to suffer through years and years of clone bands. The whole quiet verse and loud chorus is really tired and sad." Running the opposite direction, Falkner taps into a timeless beauty and exudes thirst for life present in the pop bands that have managed a lasting...
...manager that people actually come to my shows," Falkner acknowledged that endless critical praise doesn't always equal megastardom. With the power, depth and beauty of Falkner's work, it's hard to believe Falkner won't eventually stumble upon the fame and fans to match his rock star moves. "There has to be someone who comes along and crosses boundaries and genres while still writing good songs. It could be me--and I wouldn't be bummed...
make no mistake. Jason Falkner is a rock star. In tight leather pants Falkner swaggered up to the mic in front of a packed crowd at the Middle East and announced that he was here to "rock Boston's collective ass." In a decade when "rock star" has become a dirty word among musicians, Falkner reminds you what the word really means. He's had enough gushing "next big thing" reviews over the past decade to wallpaper his L.A. apartment after every album. But with Falkner, all bets are off. All words fall far short of tying down the brilliance...
Falkner began his set with the surging rock pulse of "Honey" that exploded into a fragile and sparkling dance of guitars. Unexpected twists and turns keep Jason's work unpredictable and spine tingling after endless listens. A song later, the funky meandering of "Eloquence" with the drop of bass line tumbled into sweeping and epic chorus. Backed up by a full band, the pure power of Falkner's music swept over the crowd without bullying the songs' pop intricacies. "My Lucky Day" draped the bombast of seventies' rock over the pop sensibilities of the Beatles. By the third song...