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We are the Band on the Stand
Words About Live Perfomances
Review from Chicago Reader, December 22, 2000
The most important change, however is the addition of keyboardist Joe
Blocker: his instrument contributes especially to the present band's more
polished but no less soulful sound, lending a gospel elegance to it's
hard-booting groove and carrying some of the burden previously borne by the
horns. I've seen this version of the
Playboys live (a CD should be available in a few weeks), and they aquit
themselves admirably on blues standards -- especially guitarist Mike Wheeler,
with his typically Chicagoan blend of Texas-to-Memphis panache and back-alley
aggression.
But these are musicians who've clearly given their hearts and souls to the
no-frills hard funk of the late 60's. Like James Brown and his pioneering
JB's, for whom every instrument was essentially a rhythm instument, the
Playboys bring a blunt physicality to whatever they play. Montgomery has a
deep understanding of chord
structure, and his raspy tone and direct, no-nonsense phrasing make his
harmonic explorations almost palpable, his lines lines digging in like a plow
turning the soil.
And when Kimble solos, he bundles concise, hard-edged riffs into almost
architectural shapes; he seems to be methodically stacking his musical ideas,
climbing in pitch or intensity as he adds each new layer.
The one exception to the Playboy's tough, minimalist approach is new bassist
C.C.: though he's a solid, unobtrusive accompianist, when he gets the
spotlight he turns into a real showboat. Pounding his strings with fingers,
knuckles, or even fists, he sounds like he belongs in a flamboyant 70's
fusion-funk outfit -- and he's the center of attention visually too,
strutting and dipping across the stage and into the crowd like a
rubber-legged rooster.
10/21/2000 - A Cyber fan from Toronto, Canada writes ...
09/26/2000 - Gordon from Michigan State University writes.....
Memoirs of The 1999 Chicago Blues Festival - by Tim Holek
N'DIGO - December 15, 1999 - Review by Mark Ruffin
The latest downtown eatery to double as a shrine to the blues ia a
magnificent two-tiered room that falls somewhere in the middle in erms of
delivering authentic atmosphere when compared to competitors to the south -
the surreal House of Blues and the real down-home Buddy Guy's Legends.
It started while staring out the window of the neon-splattered Clark
Street nightclub. I was distracted by a beautiful frame that held the album
cover to Years Go Buy, by the late Albert King. I sat staring into the memory
of a day long ago in Grant Park, just weeks before the famous Sly & The
Family Stone Grant Park riots of the early 70'ss, where I saw Albert King on
a bill with Booker T. & The MGs. Afterwards, he was always my favorite blues
artist.
Years go by, indeed, and as they have, the interaction of black people
and blues music has changed. Those were my thoughts when another Albert King
song should've popped in my head, for unbeknownst to me, climbing on stage on
the opposite side of the room was an angel of mercy, in the form of Big James
and his group, The Chicago Playboys.
Of the sextet, four of the musicians looked to be in their 30's,
including the leader, who sings and plays trombone. For the first time in my
life, I was looking at a group of Black men of a younger generation playing
the blues. I thought maybe there was some hope for what was essentially a
Black music to remain Black in the 21st century.
After opening with an instrumental, the young guitar player sung a killer
contemporary version of Little Milton's Feel So Bad, with the horn section
punctuating licks straight out of the old Memphis Stax house of soul. The
sax player then went into his emotional Tyrone Davis piece when I realized I
had to go. But I stayed to hear the leader finally step up to the stage and
evoke a funky, soul-drenched song titled My Last Two Dollars.
Big James didn't get his name from missing too many meals, and his girth
has aided in giving him the natural power of a classic blues shouter and a
master jazz horn player. He dazzled the mostly White audience with his
polish, timing and showmanship. As I finally left the place singing My Last
Two Dollars, I began to wonder, how do young Black musicians handle the blues
when they're bit by them.
Later that night, still humming that chorus while surfing the Internet, I
searched for Big James & The Chicago Playboys. I found that - at least in Big
James' case - young Black musicians become cyber-bluesmen when they want to
succeed in an ancient form that most of their own people seemed to have
abandoned.
"Black people don't seem to have an appreciation for the blues anymore,
unfortunately," James Montgomery said, after I tracked him down through
bigjames.com. "I don't feel good about that, but I'm playing for somebody.
I'm not playng to empty houses, but I wish my own people were there."
Montgomery got the blues while a teenager at Whitney Young High School
and through the All City Music Program. Carrying his horn through his
southside neighborhood one day, members of Billy Branch's Son of Blues band
sequestered him in a local club, and by 19, he was playing with Little Milton.
"I was hooked after that," said Montgomery, who looks even younger than
his 37 years. "Some people get turned on by drugs, I got turned out on the
blues. After I left Little Milton, I played with Albert King, Buddy Guy, Otis
Rush and almost everybody on the blues circuit."
From his website, I found out that Montgomery's band was playing two days
later at Buddy Guy's Legends and have an admirable schedule of dates
scattered through four states.
At Legends, the band was even more astounding, finishing a rousing set -
again in front of a mostly White crowd - with an amazing medley of George
Clinton songs done in a slow blues that began with Parliament-Funkadelic's
Cosmic Slop, and finished 10 minutes later chanting, Standing On The Verge Of
Getting It On.
Afterwards I rushed to get a copy of the group's CD Funkin' Blues, and to
tell Montgomery that I thought it would be smart to record the P-Funk stuff.
The Cyber-bluesman said, "Check out Track 10."
E-Mail Mark Ruffin at mruffin@jazzusa.com
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