Friday, September 01, 2006

Pseudo-Van and the Caravan.

I love Blind Willie’s. Really, it’s one of the most fun venues in the city, but you probably won’t catch yourself in there unless you enjoy the blues, which I do. Last night Greg Hester played a stellar show there to a very enthusiastic, partially drunk crowd of Van Morrison lovers of all ages, appropriately enough on Van’s birthday. I turned to my friend at one point during the set and exclaimed that it was amazing how much this guy sounds like Van. He has that uncanny way of sounding like he’s got a mouth full of marbles while serenading you with the classics. Hester was backed by the band Caravan, which consisted of a really bad ass sax player and a cellist that literally blew me away. I sat in awe for a good amount of time marveling over this dude’s skills with a bow.

You could feel the excitement in the air when the band played favorites like “Crazy Love,” “Moondance,” “Into the Mystic,” “Caravan,” and a cover of the cover, “It’s a Man’s World.” Some people pulled their asses from their chairs and cut a rug in the small space in front of the stage, while others just clapped from their seats in rhythm with the music. It was like a big gathering of friends, and just what I needed after a long week. Hester comes to Atlanta to play pretty often, so if you can stomach the trash in Suckhead, he’ll be at Mike ‘n Angelo’s on September 22nd, or you can catch him November 24th at Smith’s Olde Bar. I’m pretty sure he’ll bring his game with soulful originals, which I’d love to witness.
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