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Billy Strings in Pittsburgh

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We had a great time the first time we went to a Billy Strings show, but we had an even more fun time when we went again. Our fearless leader was Betty. She knows not only the Billy Strings touring family, but also the ropes and the behind the scenes lore. We have learned by now that if you are going to go to Billy Strings, go with Betty.

We drove up Friday just in the nick of time to get stuck in rainy day Pittsburgh rush hour traffic on our way to the Monaco. Betty encouraged us to get to the show when the gates opened so we could get a good spot in the pit (which of course required having pit tickets), so we had a quick bite at the hotel and walked over to the show.

    Friday show

We’ll kick things off with pictures and videos of the Friday show (which later you can compare with the Saturday show posted below).

We were close enough to the stage to have a fantastic view of the band.

The crowd was enthusiastic and lots of fun. We only had minor issues with a gaggle of drunk hippie chicks who invaded our space. By and large the crowd controls itself really well and people have a great time together. (This is especially true of the special area at the very front of the pit where Billy stations himself.)

Billy is the best flat picker on the planet.


Lots of jam
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Did we mention the jam?
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Stratosphere Blues
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Seney Stretch
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Just before halftime we went for some tequila and changed locations.

Soundboard


Richard Petty
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The Billy community gathered for a post-concert photo (this apparently happens after every show). Betty is in here somewhere.

    Saturday show

Saturday morning, our intrepid leader got up early to secure super double plus good bands for us to get into the show with the first 100 people. Our place in the pit was even more incredible as a result. We are so grateful to just ride along. What a treat.

In the mid-afternoon after some art, we returned to the Monaco at a perfect time. We spotted Billy and his dog Bear in the lobby and went over to pat the dog. As we rode the elevetor together, Romey talked about Maybelline while loving on Bear. It was a sweet moment.

We had a really fun time being 95 and 96 and goofing around with the others. This all meant we were on the floor just after 6 securing our location and meeting our neighbors. Betty knows everybody.

Razzle dazzle is required in this section of the pit. Caturday? (Or “pigturday” if you are wearing a Pink Floyd concert tee from the Animals tour.)

There was no goofing off.

This fella has been to 333 Billy shows.

Ring bling.

This was the view. Dang.


Love Like Me
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There was some jam
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We were in charge of tequila procurement. That’s something we are mighty good at.


Bass solo
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Psycho (Jack Kittel)
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One of my favorite pictures from the show.

Billy deep in the moment.

Billy played some excellent old timey bluegrass.


Wait a Minute (Seldom Scene)
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Outstanding in all respects. We had even more fun Saturday than the other two shows we’ve attended. Betty must be on to something.

Jazz at Mad Monkfish (Boston)

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You know what else they have in the big city? They have Jazz, every Sunday, played by Berklee professors. There is even “cowboy jazz” about which we will say no more.

The drinks are not bad either.

We are sorry to report that Julia has joined a gang.

Who is this guy? The Church of David Byrne

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It was Boston. It was Wang. It was not Wang Chung.

Little David.

Big David.

Playing in a Church.

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OK. OK. It wasn’t a church and it didn’t burn down. But boy was there dancing. Our whole balcony bounced…especially during the Talking Heads covers.

Maybe it was a church.

With naked people.

And very small performers way down there.

Floating up above the suburbs.

Running

Into the 1970s Rock and Roll gestalt

Anyway, hallelujah

The visuals were astounding. And the hits were hits. This Must Be the Place (Naive Melody)

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Things were white

And way down there

Little ants

Singing songs about Slippery People.

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No wait, it’s New York. And we’re all in David’s apartment. I wish we were invited in.

Life During Wartime involves some kind of ice skating simulation

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This is the sort of thing you only experience Once in a Lifetime.

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Wait. Once in a Lifetime twice? What’s going on here.

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I guess we were invited after all. Everybody’s Coming to My House he said.

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And then it all came to a flaming end Burning Down the House.

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Goodbye band.

Goodbye very small David.

Esperanza Spalding in Brazil

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When we were looking for a concert to attend Saturday night in the São Paulo Spring, we were surprised by the pickings. Not much going on even though the city is huge. A conversation in Brazil with a young show producer told the tale of why, the gist of it being that a post COVID explosion of creativity is drawing to a close and the performers are exhausted. But the constraints led us directly to an exceptional treat—Esperanza Spalding in Brazil.

Magical.

We did require some help from our new friend Christian (a USP fresh out Ph.D.) who was able to use the local shotgun app to get tickets. I tried that earlier from the US with no luck since the app required a Brazilian citizen ID number.

In a small world phenomenon, we ran into Fabio Kon and his wife while waiting in line to get into the venue.

It was nice to spend some time with the locals. LOL. Here are some pictures and videos of the show.

There was some waiting around to do from 8pm to 10pm, but it was all worth it.

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We were, in fact, in Brazil…as you can hear.

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A commentary in AI and jazz. Computer speed and human speed compared.

When we got back to the rosewood after the show, we had a late night snack at 1:30am.

The Riverside Parlor Series (aka the Castleman Concerts) Kicks Off

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How cool is this? Across the street in the middle of nowhere (in the main house of the 311 acre farm over there) there’s a new concert series budding. So incredible to have world class musicians perform just up the hill! Don’t tell anyone that we drove over both times since it was 94 degrees outside.

The Riverside Parlor Series is a dream of Barbara and Adam’s involving the beautifully renovated River House. The house has only had four owners since 1790.

We went to both performances, the first flute and piano and the second, two flutes.

The music was excellent.

Friday 8.15: Barbara O’Brien and Rodrigo Ojeda

Your host Adam Foster.

I particularly love the Poulenc. Here is an unretouched rough recording.


The piano plays the Moonlight Sonata by itself.

Sunday 8.17: Barbara O’Brien and Julie McGough


Fine Lines was composed by a then 9 year old Natalie Joachim (and honestly you can kind of discern that) who later became a member of Eighth Blackbird

We are looking forward to the next Castleman Concert.

Trombone Shorty at Wolf Trap

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Trombone Shorty puts on a damn good show, packed with energy, dancing and pizzazz.   The Filene Center is a great place to catch his act.  But by all means skip the opening acts.  (Seriously, Dumpstaphunk was a disorganized mess, and JJ Grey was in need of a trailer park bar.  We were looking at each other like “what the fuck.”)

Then this happened and the place magically transformed.

No show this day was complete without a tribute to ozzy.

The show ended with an ovation at 10:58.

Iron and Wine at Wolf Trap

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Iron and Wine put on a very good show. Great band. Tasty drums. And tight.


Call it Dreaming


God Made the Automobile

Things got even better when I’m With Her joined in. Outstanding.


Robin’s Egg


I Give a Little Bit of Myself


Flightless Bird

And as Ben said. It was hot as the Dickens.

I’m With Her at Wolf Trap

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Opening for Iron and Wine, I’m With Her pretty much outshone the headline act. Such excellent musicianship. In our view, they deserve an entry of their own. So here you go.


Game to Lose


Only Daughter


Wild and Clear and Blue

As per usual, we started the evening with a picnic.

This time we sat way up front.

Billy Strings from the Pit

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So ya thought ya
Might like to go to the show?
To feel the warm thrill of confusion
That space cadet glow

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Our friend Betty loves loves loves Billy Strings. She has been to a bajillion shows and seems to know all the regulars by name. We went to our first Billy Strings show with her. That was a good call.

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First thing we did was sneak into the Pit by shoulder surfing and looking confident. No problem. We even worked over to the fiddle side. Everyone was nice for the most part.

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We moved out of the pit to our seats after a bunch of songs. We bought merch.

We also had some excellent seats arranged by Scott (thanks Scott).

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Things got trippy.

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All in all an excellent show. Will see again…

Jazz in Paris: Karl Jannuska at Sunset-Sunside

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Well it’s not Caveau de la Huchette, but Sunset-Sunside is a great place to see a jazz show, especially if you want to sit close enough to the stage to read the music off the guitar player’s stand!   We were lucky to catch the album release show for The Pull by Karl Jannuska (of Manitoba Canadian-fame now living in Paris).  The show was very good.

Just how close to the stage?

A complete version of Unsung (track 11 on The Pull).

Karl is an absolutely outstanding drummer.

This guitarist is also astoundingly good.  Revel in his finger work and tasty, subtle melody stitches (partial).

A jam (partial) from Picture Perfect, track 6 from The Pull.

 

The piano player (who also worked on the recording in an important capacity) held down the bass.  This was by far the trickiest part of the gig and mostly worked.  Seeing Karl preside over the rhythm section with a real bass player would be a dream.

I know the challenge of having recorded tracks that you perfected in the studio in your head that are nigh on impossible to redo live due to the two instruments problem.  Sometimes I switch back and forth inside of one song when performing.  At least piano players get two hands.

So What’s Next?, track 2 on The Pull, featured an outstanding release jam reminiscent of Miles’ Bitches Brew tracks.  Watching this happen live really makes me want to grab my fiddle and hop in.

The sound guy spent a bit too much time recording and not enough watching what was going on.  But I’m sure those were his marching orders.

Track 13 from The Pull, Unfiltered Life (complete) features some excellent guitar work from the other guitarist (whose back we watched).  In this track he channels Andy Summers.  I like this live version better than the recorded track, mostly because there were points when things got iffy and the band persisted).

 

For the third set, we moved out front.

For a last minute, “lets just pop the TGV to Paris early” plan, attending this show was absolutely lucky as hell.  Thanks Karl for a very memorable evening.  May we cross paths again.

Get a copy of The Pull from Bandcamp here.  You won’t regret it.

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