Word: warmness
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Subtly reviving the classic sounds of Crosby, Stills and Nash and the Eagles, PMB still forges ahead with the momentum of modern rock, combining a soft ease with a pumping energy. With the magical bongo fervor of Chardy McEwan; the rich, warm harmonies of background singers Jonathan Williams (pianist) and Al Walsh (guitarist); the driving energy of bassist John Small and drummer Chris Williams; and the lyric presence and passion of guitarist and lead singer Pat McGee, every show is guaranteed a great...
...collective sigh filled the club. Accompanied only by Ghegan's tenor sax, Pat reminded us once again of his solo acoustic artistry. Pulses of veteran audience members raced as, just as hoped, Walsh and Williams strolled casually on stage. "It's 5:15," they suddenly chimed; their rich, warm, blood-rushing harmonies melted the room. Magic, pure magic. The moment was crystallized...
...even without those attributes, there are hidden advantages to being at Harvard during the summer, I tell myself and my acquaintances. "Like what? More people in the pit cause it's warm?" one skeptical friend said the other day. Okay, maybe there will be more people in the pit, but more people in the pit probably means more people outdoors in general, which could be nice...
Subtly reviving the classic sounds of Crosby, Stills and Nash and the Eagles, PMB still forges ahead with the momentum of modern rock, combining a soft ease with a pumping energy. With the magical bongo fervor of Chardy McEwan; the rich, warm harmonies of background singers Jonathan Williams (pianist) and Al Walsh (guitarist); the driving energy of bassist John Small and drummer Chris Williams; and the lyric presence and passion of guitarist and lead singer Pat McGee, every show is guaranteed a great...
...collective sigh filled the club. Accompanied only by Ghegan's tenor sax, Pat reminded us once again of his solo acoustic artistry. Pulses of veteran audience members raced as, just as hoped, Walsh and Williams strolled casually on stage. "It's 5:15," they suddenly chimed; their rich, warm, blood-rushing harmonies melted the room. Magic, pure magic. The moment was crystallized...