Cafe Nine was packed for the Friday the 13th Big Bad Johns reunion show. Usually when it's that crowded I can find a space to stand near the back but that didn't look possible. Instead we wounf towards the front of the house and got a spot--standing/sharing a table-- while the band was setting up. People crowded the stage when they started to play, so it got claustrophobic tight and hot, with some pushing (which is rare there). By the end it had thinned a bit so it was more comfortable.
The band sounded great. You never would have guessed that they hadn't played together in years. Paul was chewing gum and smiling all night. He looked a little stressed before going on--happy stressed because of the big crowd but also because his bass cabinet blew out so he had to go home to get another. He looked like his stage name Nervous Chet Purvis. After the show Paul said he was smiling because he kept making mistakes. The beautiful thing about rock 'n' roll, though, is that flubs don't get noticed.
Detroit Dick sang strong lead vocals with charismatic banter and crowd rapport between songs. The two guitars traded off rhythm and lead, the drums were snappy and Paul's bass was simply solid. He played mostly walking bass lines with a rock solid steady beat. That's what you want/need the bass to do. I love to hear guys jam out on 5 or 6 string bass but the prime function is to keep the beat and provide a big bottom, especially in a roots rock band, and Paul does that as well as anyone. Rostropovich used to say the orchestra is built from the ground up, referring to the bass section; the same is true for rock. Paul's big steady beat was the anchor, the pulse, the engine.
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