


On Saturday we had a show at VideoRanch that many of you heard here on KPIG, and that was Smokin' Joe Kubek and Bnois King. I've gotta tell you, never in my life have I been sitting there waiting for a band to start their soundcheck, an all of the sudden gotten karate kicked in the chest by a sudden explosion of sound (no joke, I almost got knocked completely off my feet when they started). These guys play big-time, balls to the wall, Texas-blues, and they're outstanding. Joe's got some flame-throwing chops when it comes to his guitar (both with and without a slide), and Bnois is an excellent jazz-like blues guitarist himself. I had a smile on my face the whole time. Check them out at smokinjoekubek.com
Well, last night's Mudcrutch show was everything that I was hoping it to be, and more than I was expecting. You pretty much know what you're going to get when Tom comes around with the Heartbreakers, but I didn't know quite what to expect from this band of musicians. The fact of the matter is, Tom blew the place away (with a little help from lead-guitarist extraordinaire, Mike Campbell, and others). Unfortunately I got there a bit late, right in the middle of their third song, a fantastic rendition of Six Days on the Road. Everything else made me very excited for their album to come out at the end of the month. The last song before their encores was Dylan's "Rainy Day Women," which as you can imagine, went over very well in Santa Cruz (Eeeeverybody must get STONED!!). The whole Civic joined in singing that tune, as well as the first encore song, Summertime Blues. All in all, it was one hell of a show.
I will also put this out there. I have no apologies for all the people that my friend and I squeezed in front of during the show as we slowly creeped towards the stage (despite the repeated nudges to my back). The way I see it, if you aren't occupying the space between yourself and the person in front of you, you're giving it up to any and all who wish to occupy it themselves. Its rock and roll folks, don't be afraid to pack it in tight close to the stage. Oh well, I guess you can just classify me as one of those "damn kids." That don't bother me any.
Oh yeah, and to the guy who reached up and closed my phone when I was trying to take a few shots of the show... shove it pal.
And to the guy who shushed my friend when she said something to me between songs... you know where to shove it too... I'm sorry, I didn't realize we were watching the New York Philharmonic.
























