Showing posts with label G. Love. Show all posts
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Tuesday, July 18, 2017

An Evening With Jack Johnson At The Hollywood Bowl - Music Under Constellations

With all the craziness in the world these days, the mellow vibes of Jack Johnson's music was exactly what was needed this past Sunday night. Johnson played a sold out show at the Hollywood Bowl, which was transformed into an intimate-feeling beach party for the evening. The weather was perfect, the majority of the crowd was clad in Aloha shirts or breezy dresses (and very white), and the stars twinkled above like they were put there just for this event.


Jamtown set the tone early, playing their party-style tunes under a setting sun for an appreciative crowd of revelers. The collaboration between the individual talents of Cisco Adler, Donavon Frankenreiter, and G. Love is even better as a group, and all the partiers at the Bowl on this night were eating it up. With song titles like "Island Time", "Out To Sea", "Strawberry Moon", and "Jetstream," you gather that this is a band that digs their vacations, and they instantly made us all feel like we were on a good one of our own. After their last number, Adler shouted out, "You look ridiculous, you don't even understand it, this is beautiful!" - and I completely understood his enthusiasm. All was truly beautiful, and we were all in it together. Loving it.

The whole endeavor was sponsored by the "All At Once Foundation" in association with Johnson's Ohana Foundation. This meant that recycling was strongly encouraged (they gave out refillable glasses to drink from), plastic was strongly discouraged, there were bike valets, and best of all, the Bowl was strung with lights made from recycled materials just for this event that gave it all the feeling of a backyard jamboree. Of all the artists out there, it truly seems to me that Johnson is among the very most legit when it comes to walking his talk. Love the guy.


It's been a while since Johnson had played in L.A., so the crowd was all the more hyped to get down to his surfy, acoustic jams. He's such a casual character (remember the SNL skit where they had Jack Johnson shoes that were bare feet looking shoes?), that it almost took everyone by surprise when he ambled on to the stage, saying, "Hey, how's it going?" The ovation that met that simple greeting was massive, making clear the respect that Johnson has earned over the years. The band kicked it off with "Sitting, Waiting, Wishing", with the audience already clearly in the palm of his hand. I was sitting in a box with a new friend named Taylor, and when the band next began to play the song, "Taylor", she was beside herself with happiness. It was her college theme song. I get it. I was happy for her, and just looking at her beaming face reminded one of the absolute power of music to elate. Great.


"Flake" brought me right back to 2001, when my brother brought home an advance copy of Brushfire Fairytales for me to check out. Johnson's debut album made a fan of me from the first listen, and for life. Every song was great, an instant classic, and when he played this one it was as fresh as if I'd just heard it. I heard someone say all of Johnson's songs sound the same, to which I'd reply, "Excellent!" It's a timeless vibe, Brah. Keyboardist Zach Gill was particularly fancy on this one, a real standout. It's fun because you can tell how much of a good time these guys all have playing together, and it's infectious.


"A quick cheers to anyone who ever saw us play here at The Mint!" (WOOOO!) Johnson then shouted out to his drummer, our local Venice pal, Adam Topol, who has played with Johnson since the very beginning. He's a wonderful solo artist in his own right, and one of the few drummers out there who can distract me from the whole song because he's so good and fun to watch on his own. After introducing Topol, Johnson said, "My name is Jack, thank you, look at all you guys who came, I can't believe we get to do this!" Many artists feign humility, but Johnson is one of the very few with whom it rings true. You can feel his gratitude is absolutely sincere, especially with how much he really does give back. Like a Sublime cover of "Bad Fish/Boss DJ" for instance! The party was now even more on.


To introduce "Inaudible Melodies" (which I'm still humming today), Johnson told a story of how he originally wrote it in school at UCSB, to try and get an extension on a project. His film school professor, Edward Branigan, gave a lecture and Johnson tried to get all his notes into a song. Bruce Lee was so fast in Kung Fu films that the frames couldn't capture it, hence the line, "Frames can't catch you when you're moving like that ..." Rad. I love knowing stories behind songs.

"I don't really drink beer on stage, cause I'll burp when I sing, but this is the first L.A. show without our friend, Ben Bradley, backstage, so this song in particular is for Ben," said Johnson to introduce "Go On." Bradley passed away earlier this year, and was featured on the cups they gave away, which we heartily toasted to his friend's memory with. And the song was beautiful, of course. As was "Upside Down".


The brand new "My Mind Is For Sale" from Johnson's upcoming album, All The Light Above It Too, is a great example of how Johnson subtly (or not so subtly in this case, where he straight up takes Trump to task) works in his socially conscious messages, like a spoonful of sugar making the medicine go down with elegantly crafted, fun-sounding tunes that actually pack a wallop if you're really listening. "I don't care for your paranoid us against them fearful kind of walls ..." Right on. September seems a long way off when you want this album NOW.

"Tomorrow" started out with Johnson singing his old answering machine message his friends would hear when they called his house. He is clearly still crazy about his wife, Kim, and it was at this point that my box mate, Taylor, told me that Johnson is now her new standard for men. Like, if they don't step up and behave like Johnson does publicly to his his wife, then why even bother? I'm with her. Step it up, Men! Johnson is a fantastic example for you. Pay attention. Thanks.


"Bubble Toes" got people dancing after Johnson said, "If you wanna dance, this is one of our few dancing songs, then it's back to boring again." Um, hardly, but we did dance. Then there was a smooth rendition of The Steve Miller Band's "Joker" that everyone sang along heartily with. "Wasting Time" and "I Got You" were great as ever, then it was my favorite, "Constellations". Johnson dedicated it to his Dad, who gave him this line and memory ... "To lay down underneath the stars, listen to Papa's translations of the stories across the sky, we drew our own constellations." So beautiful, you had to feel a bit emotional. I did for sure. (Shocker).


"Breakdown" was for Johnson's little daughter who was there, and I can only imagine was thrilled when he said, "I love you, little girl!" Cool Dad supreme. "Tape Deck" featured Stewart Cole on trumpet, who goes back with Johnson to his 16 year old punk rock band days, and he stuck around for "Banana Pancakes", giving it an extra flair. G. Love came back out for the one-two punch of "Rodeo Clowns" and "At Or With Me", creating a harmonica frenzy of awesomeness. The good time they have playing together is obvious, and their long friendship creates a cohesion that comes from decades of riffing, rocking, and ruling.


"Whole Wide World" was great, and "Good People" posed the very important and timely question, "Where'd all the good people go?" Seriously, where?! A good answer was that they were almost all at this show, having a ball. I was looking down, taking notes, and Taylor tapped me from behind, saying, "Just so you know, everyone is dancing!" I turned around to look and the whole entire Bowl, front to back, surely was up on their feet, dancing away. So festive, so happy, so needed. Thanks be!


"Mud Football" was more fun - a story in song form, like most of Johnson's tunes. It was the last song of the regular set, and the applause was so thunderous then that Johnson didn't even leave the stage. He returned to the mic, saying, "I'm not gonna clown around like I'm not coming back out, there's a curfew." See - he's the real deal.


Johnson played solo acoustic for the encore, and dedicated "Angel" to his "lovely wife, Kim." We all cheered (and swooned) when he sang "Over 23 years have gone by, and I'm still yours." Again, the real deal. After that delight, he told a story about Willie Nelson getting him stones and taking all his money at poker, adding, "I'm dropping a name, but that's cool." It was.


"Better Together" was the final song of the evening, and was again real swoon-worthy, Taylor and I agreed. "Love is the answer, at least for most of the questions in my heart" ... I mean. He's right. Love IS the answer, and when this many people come together and proclaim it to be so, singing together as one ... it's pretty hard to argue with. We are ALL better together ... we're all in this together ... and shows and humanity like this remind us of this in the best possible way. It was a magical night, in a magical place, with magical people all around, feeling the same way. And as the All At Once Foundation's mission statement goes, "An individual action, multiplied by millions, creates global change." That's pretty basic, but ultra true. The good vibes of the night carried over as everyone exited the Bowl, still on that natural high you get from good times that also do actual real good.


Thanks eternal to Jack Johnson for creating his musical, activist, positive world, and for allowing us to share it with him, through song and action. Right on.



*Photos by Paul Gronner Photography






























Monday, September 21, 2009

Ben Harper at the West Beach Festival!

When I wake up on the weekend and there's gloom at the beach, I immediately start plotting what Field Trip could happen if I'm not going to be on the sand. Last Saturday started out foggy, and I remembered that the West Beach Festival was happening in Santa Barbara and Ben Harper was headlining that day ... so a little Road Trip was in order. Nathan, Drew and I loaded into the truck and headed North, without any real plan, but also without any real worries. Things have had a way of working out interestingly lately ...

Right before we got to SB there was a little ticket fall-through, but the stupendous Edgar Oliveira lives up there, made a phone call and BOOM - 3 VIP Cabana wristbands. {Thanks, Edgar, Isabel, and Vivian Alexander of Noozhawk.com! You made our day!} Edgar even drove us down to the front gate like a Dad dropping tweens off at the concert, ("Call when you're ready to be picked up, have a good time, kids!"), so we wouldn't have to deal with parking. Now THAT is a good friend.

After the brief scramble, it was so nice to just breeze in and absorb it all. The West Beach Festival is entirely on the beach - like, in the sand. We were marveling at how clean it seemed, and how chill. They had booths for food, merch, hippie type wares, and a big old Heineken Beer Garden. We skipped all that to find our hosts in the nice Cabanas set up with couches and waitresses and no drunken teenagers. We missed Tom Freund's rousing "Hug Trees" performance, but heard that the toddlers dug it a lot. We rolled up right in the middle of the G. Love & The Special Sauce set, who had the whole place dancing around to "This Ain't Living". G. Love is always a good time roller, red baseball hat backwards and full of enthusiasm. He jumped into the crowd and reminded us all that "You've got to get on up to get down" ... and everyone complied. It turns out that G. Love still enjoys his "Cold Beverages" and he had a bunch of people joining him on that too. I was blowing my little harmonica necklace along with him to his "Love song", namely "Booty Call". That led into a little Beatles cover of "Why Don't We Do It In The Road". It looked like a few couples were about to do just that (or in the sand, rather) during that one, and no one would've cared a whit. We got "Peace, Love, Happiness" from G's latest "Superhero Brother" album. G. Love/Sauce wrapped up their set with "Bustin'" and I can report that people dug it.

There were four stages at the event, the Main one, a Reggae one, a Kids one, and another just smaller main one. After a quick bite and a bunch of sips, we watched a band I'd never yet heard of, Rey Fresco. They're a singer, a bassist, a drummer and a Harpist. Yes, a harpist, and that's what caught my ear. I feel like I might have coined a new phrase that night, when I said, "I really liked the Hip Harp outfit we heard." And I really did. It sounded super different, classical and real cool at the same time. These Ventura guys will be heard from a lot more, I think.

We wandered around a bit, hearing Schwayze and Quasar from a distance, mingled with the Noozhawk folks a bit, and then I ran into my good pal, Tom Freund, who slapped a backstage sticker on me, and off we went to say hi to Mr. Harper right before his set. This was to be my first time seeing Ben with his new band, The Relentless 7, and I was stoked. I think he was too, judging from the anticipation and excitement backstage. Ben was wearing a "Burn To Shine" Amish-y hat, and looked like he meant business.

I have to admit I was chatting a bit seeing people I knew and missed what the first song was, but the first one I heard (from the side of the stage, with bliss) was my favorite from the newish Ben Harper and The Relentless 7 album, "White Lies For Dark Times" called "Shimmer and Shine". That has pretty much been my theme for '09 (Shimmer and Shine in '09!), so it was great to rock out to it live.


Santa Barbara loves them some Ben Harper (who doesn't, really?) and they were INTO it. Especially when Ben next sat down to play his distinctive Weissenborn, for a new song called "Rock and Roll Is Free If You Want It". It was a harder rocker, as most of the songs are with this new band, and yet had a catchy hook like old-school Burn One Down Ben too. Tom Freund and I got into a philosophical discussion after this one. He felt it was a statement song about downloading music, and how it's pretty much free now if you want it. I felt it was more how the FEELING of Rock and Roll is free, and really isn't about money at all, so it's FREE, like Freedom. Ben? Feel free to chime in.

Then Gabriel Noel from Tom's band said, "Oh, they just quoted Charles Mingus' II B.S. right there." It's fun when you hang out with musician's musicians and learn stuff like that. We were both talking about how Ben's vocals sound a lot more Hendrixian on the material from this album, when RIGHT then, they merged into Hendrix's "Red House"! The crowd went nuts as soon as they recognized it. The house lights bathed everyone in red and all the sand that had been kicked up all day rose into the air like smoke, and it really felt like the guys onstage were BURNING THE PLACE DOWN! It was honestly the greatest. One of those moments where you wouldn't rather be ANYWHERE else.

Next up was "Skin Thin", with Ben switching to acoustic guitar. Excellent. They followed that up with the extra-inspiring "Fly One Time", which I love. It has a great video (http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=60569984) full of extreme sports people - so inspiring must be what they were going for, and it worked. "Keep It Together (So I Can Fall Apart)" featured a little call and response with the crowd, who would've yelled back anything at this point, but this time it was "TALKING TO A WALL!" that they screamed, proving that Ben was not.

It has to be said that Jordan Richardson, the drummer, is an animal. Like I hope his friends buy him that Muppet, Animal, things. He is a treat to watch. I love it when people are madly into what they're doing, and he certainly is. Jesse Ingalls on Bass, and Jason Mazersky on rhythm guitar tore it up too, but that Jordan was hard-core. As they were firmly holding things down, Ben picked up the tambourine for the next one, "Boots Like These." It goes, "You gotta live my life to get boots like these", and I'm positive everyone in the house would be fine with that. That was the last song of the regular set, and the crowd was not having it. They whistled and screamed and kicked up more sand (well, that was just me, but I saw others doing same), and were rewarded with a solo Ben coming back out with his acoustic guitar. He strummed the opening chords to "Walk Away" and the place went bonkers. This was an audience that knew every word to the old jams, and they were thrilled, hugging their friends and singing along.


That vibe continued for the 12-String loveliness of "Roses From My Friends", that people felt to their souls, because Ben clearly did. It was that feeling of WHY you go to shows. Nostalgia, closeness, that we're all in it together with our friends. There wasn't much time to relish the slow-jams though, as Relentless 7 was back for the show-closer, "Up To You Now". The entire band went OFF for this one - no one more than Ben, who screamed the last note so long and loud I'm a bit concerned for his larynx today. He knocked over the mike stand, he knocked off his hat, and ended the night, thanking everyone from his knees. It was BadASS.

So said me, but so said everyone stomping out through the sand, from the teen boys who excitedly told their friends how they got in by digging a hole in the sand under a fence (clever!), to little tiny kids still bouncing atop their parent's shoulders, to my friends, slapping me five over how FANTASTIC everything worked out.

Daddy Edgar picked us up, and we decided to get back on the road to Venice that night vs. go to After-Parties and stay over. We wanted to have a full sunshine Sunday back home, and it was the music still reverberating in our heads that gave us the momentum to do so. I still feel all pumped up from it, in fact, and offer thanks to everyone involved in such a stellar Saturday. Especially you, Ben. Geez.