OK. Next time, we’ll pack a couple folding chairs in the trunk, just in case.
Full house. After missing last month’s raved-about John Gorka show, here was another opportunity for watching the Labyrinth Cafe sell out of brownies – early. It was a crowded room, filled with expectation and anticipation and, ultimately, afterglow.
A great night of high spirits, high hopes, and high harmonies. We know how thankful and blessed we are to have Amy Carol Webb close by. She got us with the first song, Harry Chapin’s “Shooting Star”, drew us in and closer with the rest – both familiar and new. Her Muse conducted frequent interventions, apparently, and changed the set list. It’s fun watching an artist captive to that inner voice. Just remarkable. My wife and I were talking afterwards and agreed Amy’s voice just seems to keep putting out more and more – more expression, more range, richer. And we’re all the richer for it. Thanks again. Get her new CD.
‘Wishing Chair’. Wishing and hoping they’re back soon. After hearing the interview on Michael Stock’s show last Sunday, and listening to the cuts he played, I began to look forward to the show even more. I think everyone there enjoyed doses of high energy music and/or tender and heart-felt folk. ‘Folk and roll’ is their byline, and it’s what they do. Very well. Just watch their faces. Two people, numerous instruments. All played with skill and intent and attitude. Welcome to the Labyrinth, Miriam and Kiya. Come back to South Florida soon.
A couple highlights:
– We learned the accordion IS a rock and roll instrument.
– There is a genre of music not widely known but practiced by Wishing Chair. It’s an Appalachian/heavy metal cocktail with a banjo chaser. Makes you want to do rude things with your neck.
– Encore: ‘Venus’. No, not Frankie Avalon. But, “She’s got it; yeah, baby, she’s got it.” They had it. For this, you had to be there. Then, leaving out into a cool, clear, perfect evening.
Thanks again to all the Labyrinth crew – Susan and everyone. Aren’t you glad we got Saturday night?
Fred Mortensen