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Get up 5:30am and satnav my way north toward Birmingham for the largest UK arts festival.I pray it doesn't rain cos my rusty car roof leaks and I dont want my gear getting wet! Arrive at Chickenbone Johns' 1960's bohemian split level gaff nice n early.After a quick coffee we convoy into the city centre and set up the cigar box nation stall.It's another example of just why Chickenbone John is the Godfather of the UK cbg movement-with the stall emblazoned with cigarbox nation backdrops, his homemade cbg's and flyers.I set up my gear.Over the next 6 hours, we alternate doing short sets to the passing festival goers,selling cd's and handing out flyers for the 2nd UK CBG fest next month.
Its a long time since I played on the street and I'm reminded how different it is to playing to an indoor captive audience.I find it harder to build a relationship with the mercurial masses-they do stand and watch, but stop playing for more than 4 seconds and the crowd will soon dissipate as the river of people flows,naturally enough, along to the next stall.You have to be more aggressive in the way you interact, pulling them in and keeping them there.I see John working the crowds doing just that.I unfortunately do the opposite and give up trying to talk to them and simply resort to playing the tunes.I'm still harbouring secret doubts about my abilities-due largely to not having had the type of positive feedback that only comes from a live audience for a few months.Playing in amongst a line of stalls doesn't particularly assail my demons.After I overhear the nth person hissing Seasick steve to their partner I seriously consider having a shave.On the other hand, as John sagely points out-its really the only point of reference the public has to what they are witnessing on the stall.
Around 5 we break down the gear and dash across the city to load for the gig at the CBSO. (City of Birmingham Symphony orchestra)Damn-this place is one serious venue.We are directed through massive manned steel security gates.Not the usual parking down a dark alley behind the club.There are staff on hand to help in any way they can-its all very pro.Me and the Godfather load via the stagedoor, down a corridor lined with huge double bass cases-the effect is funereal, they stand like gleaming white Sarcophagus against the wall.We pass the Ancient Egyptian sentinals and enter the concert hall-holy smoke-the ceiling is like 3 stories high and its all polished wood floor.I throw down my grotty carpet and set up-it looks tiny but kinda cool-the addition of the cd flightcase left open toward the audience makes it look like a set-the final addition of a bottle of beer and I'm good to go-I like the way it looks and I'm learning fast about selling.The soundcheck is painless-the acoustics are the best I've experienced (but they would be given its home to an orchestra!) I dont even have monitors, yet I can hear everything.Fantastic.It might sound pretentious but I feel at home.
So I'm on at 6:15pm-opening act for an evening of blues.I think to myself "who the hells gonna turn up for a gig at this hour" but I'm wrong-the place fills-the Godfather grabs a radio mic and tells the crowd about next months festival and introduces me-I cross the expanse of polished wood and strap meself in. "its dead posh ere innit?" I say and they all laugh.I tell them I can always tell posh venues cos the toilets still have the plastic seat bit attached to the loo.More laughter.Launch into Jolene and it all goes gr8.Its so good to feel that ebb and flow between the audience and the performer-its like being psychic-you can feel what they're feeling, tell what they're thinking-gauge their level of enjoyment.This is what I like.Theres no bull-its immediate,its all out in the open.I tell them if 3 of them buy my cd I'll be able to get enough petrol to get home.Its over all too fast but the reaction is gr8 and a good number of people line up and buy the cd.It's exactly what I need and the doubt demons flee to bother someone else for a while.So thanks to Chickenbone John for providing me with the opportunity to get back in the driving seat.It felt good.Oh yes.
On Flood,Moreland & Arbuckle's debut release on Telarc International, adivision of Concord Music Group, the rootsy, hard-driving group fromKansas takes music itself to places it's never been. Featuring mostlyoriginal tunes, Flood presents a dynamic mix of thirteenacoustic and electric songs, each performed with all the subtlety of apassing freight train.
Ever since guitarist Aaron Moreland firstmet singer/harpist Dustin Arbuckle at an open mic jam in Wichita in2001, Moreland & Arbuckle have established themselves as a force tobe reckoned with. Along with Brad Horner on drums, the group featuresMoreland playing everything from National steel to a cigar box guitar,and Arbuckle singing and playing harmonica.
Moreland &Arbuckle are traditionalists and innovators at the same time, mergingold school Chicago and Delta blues with garage rock sensibilities.While Arbuckle was mostly influenced by the Mississippi blues,traditional country music and bluegrass, Moreland grew up listening toeveryone from Led Zeppelin and Black Sabbath to Charlie Patton andMuddy Waters.
Unconfined by convention, Moreland attributesthe group's growing popularity to their unique sound andinstrumentation. He says, "Going three-piece, we have a greatchemistry."
Guitar Edge magazine wrote, "The pride of Kansasplays Hill Country stomps like his life depends on it." The EdmontonJournal calls Moreland & Arbuckle "one of the more inspiring youngacts putting a new shine on music rooted in a century-old tradition."
Moreland& Arbuckle's previous release, 1861, won the Indie Acoustic Project2008 CD of the Year Award. The band recently performed for U.S. troopsin Iraq and Kuwait. "I didn't imagine the trip to Iraq would be sogrueling," Arbuckle says. "But it was an amazing experience to shareour music with the soldiers. It really did exemplify the powerfulspirituality and healing element that music possesses."
"Beinga musician is the ultimate job," says Moreland. "What I realize is thatmusic has always been one of the most important things in my life. Intough times, it was the one thing I could always turn to."
"WhenI was in my teen years, I never had any direction," Arbuckle says. "Butmusic was a central feature in my life. It's powerful and compelling,and it's given me purpose."
Moreland & Arbuckle haverecently completed tour dates with Jonny Lang, Buddy Guy, Robert Cray,Kenny Wayne Shepherd and Johnny Winter.
Q: Who were or are you main musical influences?
Kevin: Many would probably laugh at the vast array of music that I love and has influenced me. The British band The Electric Light Orchestra epitomizes my typical hybridizing of musical styles and genres, with Jeff Lynne's always reliably captivating slide guitar work sealing it for me. I learned a lot from Lynne and the band about songwriting and arranging and unusual vocals and symphony, even something as "trivial" as the drumbeats Bev Bevan used in their songs. Besides that, I would have to say John Denver was a huge influence. Don't laugh! That man was a fantastic songwriter and vocalist. I wept the day he died, because we lost a fine artist. How to write excellently crafted songs and melodies I learned listening to his music. I've been influenced by rock and roll artists more than blues artists, which may surprise some, given my passion for cigar box slide guitar. But I'll tell ya: I love the blues! I'm obsessed with slide and bottleneck guitar. Since I couldn't play lead guitar worth spit, due to having stupid fingers, I picked up slide guitar. Actually, the truth is, I was an insomniac for a lot of my life. A chronic one. Because of this, my fine motor skills, which I would have used to learn blistering slide guitar, was chronically challenged. I couldn't get my fingers to work the way I wanted, no matter how much I practiced. So, under the tutelage of Lynne, Dwayne Allman, Joe Walsh and other rock sliders' tracks, I picked up slide guitar--and did so like a fish to water. I can indeed play the Allman Brothers' "Statesboro Blues" riffs with him. I'm soaked with sweat and exhausted by the end, but I can do it! (laughs)
Vocally, John Denver, Sam Cook, Russ Taff, Sherman Andrus and Daryl Hall start a lengthy list of singers I reveled in.