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Last night I went a top, top gig and witnessed the band responsible for the birth of Funk.
Dr John played at The South Bank (Royal something or other, I canít remember) and it rocked.
For those of you that donít know him (which means everyone but me and Hooplah), Dr John is a Jazz/Blues/Funk musician that hails from New Orleans and plays everything from big band music to his own style of voodoo inflected New Orleans blues. I canít describe his music to you, sometimes nasty swamp music, sometimes blues piano but always, always good.
Heís been doing it since the ë50s and last night was one of the best gigs Iíve been to.
But 1st, and this had me in absolute paroxysms of joy:
Ladies and gentleman, supporting Dr John was the band responsible for funk musicÖ*drumroll*ÖThe Meters.
Once again, ainít a person here going to know who they are, but they created funk. The most down ëní dirty wah-wah funky funk you ever heard in your life. Songs like Look-Ka-Yippy, Chicken Strut and so many others (if youíve seen Jackie Brown, theyíre the band playing when Pam Grier is travelling down the walkway at the start).
I cannot explain just how important The Meters are to music, without them you would not have funk music, plain and simple.
And there they were, 30ft from me, playing like you wouldnít believe. All the classic funk hits were there and the place went from everyone sitting down and watching to dancing down the front and in the aisles. Me and my girlfriend were in a box, one of those posh ones up on the side that posh people sit in, and even up there people were strutting their stuff as The Meters played right in front of us.
And then Dr John came on. Heís in his sixties now and walks with a cane, but he danced his way onstage like the master of New Orleans funk he is and entertained us for 90mins straight.
All the songs from ìRight Place, Wrong Timeî to ìIko Ikoî were belted out with an energy that would put most bands half his age to shame.
Again, people dancing in the aisles, at the front, up in the boxes and nosebleed seats.
People in suits, old people, young people, rockers, goths, hippiesÖjust people that love funk and blues watching a master at play.
You can keep your chart-music noise, last night I saw a guy in his 60s rock the place like you canít believe.
And the ìintroducing the bandî turned into a 10 minute funk-workout with the guitarist using a voice-pedal thing to sing ìAhm gonna bring the funk to yaî through his guitar and then give us an exercise in wah-wah Nirvana, ending with the voice-pedal ìAnd THAT is bringing the funkî.
People cheering from the front seats to the back, every single person there with a huge grin and throwing down with the funk as Dr John prescribed whatís good for what ails ya.
I know you havenít heard of Dr John, but you might know some of his songs. Paul Weller and Noel Gallagher mutilated ìWalk on Guilded Splintersî on Wellerís ìStanley Roadî album and there are many, many others worth checking, including ìYou canít shut da funk upî with Anthony Keidis from the Red Hot Chilli Peppers on the album ìTelevisionî.
So whilst pop music is all well and good and a nice happy way to enjoy music, last night I watched an old man play genuine New Orleans Mardi-Gras flavoured funk/blues and show these punk kids what funk is about, coupled with support from The Meters.
The band that created, maintained and still flow with the funk.
If you were at The Royal Festival Hall last night (I remember the name of the place!) then you witnessed Dr John healing us all, and if you werenít seeing the Dr last night?
You missed out on some powerful medicine.
Dr John played at The South Bank (Royal something or other, I canít remember) and it rocked.
For those of you that donít know him (which means everyone but me and Hooplah), Dr John is a Jazz/Blues/Funk musician that hails from New Orleans and plays everything from big band music to his own style of voodoo inflected New Orleans blues. I canít describe his music to you, sometimes nasty swamp music, sometimes blues piano but always, always good.
Heís been doing it since the ë50s and last night was one of the best gigs Iíve been to.
But 1st, and this had me in absolute paroxysms of joy:
Ladies and gentleman, supporting Dr John was the band responsible for funk musicÖ*drumroll*ÖThe Meters.
Once again, ainít a person here going to know who they are, but they created funk. The most down ëní dirty wah-wah funky funk you ever heard in your life. Songs like Look-Ka-Yippy, Chicken Strut and so many others (if youíve seen Jackie Brown, theyíre the band playing when Pam Grier is travelling down the walkway at the start).
I cannot explain just how important The Meters are to music, without them you would not have funk music, plain and simple.
And there they were, 30ft from me, playing like you wouldnít believe. All the classic funk hits were there and the place went from everyone sitting down and watching to dancing down the front and in the aisles. Me and my girlfriend were in a box, one of those posh ones up on the side that posh people sit in, and even up there people were strutting their stuff as The Meters played right in front of us.
And then Dr John came on. Heís in his sixties now and walks with a cane, but he danced his way onstage like the master of New Orleans funk he is and entertained us for 90mins straight.
All the songs from ìRight Place, Wrong Timeî to ìIko Ikoî were belted out with an energy that would put most bands half his age to shame.
Again, people dancing in the aisles, at the front, up in the boxes and nosebleed seats.
People in suits, old people, young people, rockers, goths, hippiesÖjust people that love funk and blues watching a master at play.
You can keep your chart-music noise, last night I saw a guy in his 60s rock the place like you canít believe.
And the ìintroducing the bandî turned into a 10 minute funk-workout with the guitarist using a voice-pedal thing to sing ìAhm gonna bring the funk to yaî through his guitar and then give us an exercise in wah-wah Nirvana, ending with the voice-pedal ìAnd THAT is bringing the funkî.
People cheering from the front seats to the back, every single person there with a huge grin and throwing down with the funk as Dr John prescribed whatís good for what ails ya.
I know you havenít heard of Dr John, but you might know some of his songs. Paul Weller and Noel Gallagher mutilated ìWalk on Guilded Splintersî on Wellerís ìStanley Roadî album and there are many, many others worth checking, including ìYou canít shut da funk upî with Anthony Keidis from the Red Hot Chilli Peppers on the album ìTelevisionî.
So whilst pop music is all well and good and a nice happy way to enjoy music, last night I watched an old man play genuine New Orleans Mardi-Gras flavoured funk/blues and show these punk kids what funk is about, coupled with support from The Meters.
The band that created, maintained and still flow with the funk.
If you were at The Royal Festival Hall last night (I remember the name of the place!) then you witnessed Dr John healing us all, and if you werenít seeing the Dr last night?
You missed out on some powerful medicine.
Ah, another patient of The Dr.
Last night was a funk epiphany.
Funk
Last night was a funk epiphany.
Funk
I saw Dr John play at the Cambridge Folk Festival last year. It was absolutely brilliant.
And I just wanted to say "FUNK" because I dont think I mentioned it enough on the original post.
FUNK
FUNK
Last night I went a top, top gig and witnessed the band responsible for the birth of Funk.
Dr John played at The South Bank (Royal something or other, I canít remember) and it rocked.
For those of you that donít know him (which means everyone but me and Hooplah), Dr John is a Jazz/Blues/Funk musician that hails from New Orleans and plays everything from big band music to his own style of voodoo inflected New Orleans blues. I canít describe his music to you, sometimes nasty swamp music, sometimes blues piano but always, always good.
Heís been doing it since the ë50s and last night was one of the best gigs Iíve been to.
But 1st, and this had me in absolute paroxysms of joy:
Ladies and gentleman, supporting Dr John was the band responsible for funk musicÖ*drumroll*ÖThe Meters.
Once again, ainít a person here going to know who they are, but they created funk. The most down ëní dirty wah-wah funky funk you ever heard in your life. Songs like Look-Ka-Yippy, Chicken Strut and so many others (if youíve seen Jackie Brown, theyíre the band playing when Pam Grier is travelling down the walkway at the start).
I cannot explain just how important The Meters are to music, without them you would not have funk music, plain and simple.
And there they were, 30ft from me, playing like you wouldnít believe. All the classic funk hits were there and the place went from everyone sitting down and watching to dancing down the front and in the aisles. Me and my girlfriend were in a box, one of those posh ones up on the side that posh people sit in, and even up there people were strutting their stuff as The Meters played right in front of us.
And then Dr John came on. Heís in his sixties now and walks with a cane, but he danced his way onstage like the master of New Orleans funk he is and entertained us for 90mins straight.
All the songs from ìRight Place, Wrong Timeî to ìIko Ikoî were belted out with an energy that would put most bands half his age to shame.
Again, people dancing in the aisles, at the front, up in the boxes and nosebleed seats.
People in suits, old people, young people, rockers, goths, hippiesÖjust people that love funk and blues watching a master at play.
You can keep your chart-music noise, last night I saw a guy in his 60s rock the place like you canít believe.
And the ìintroducing the bandî turned into a 10 minute funk-workout with the guitarist using a voice-pedal thing to sing ìAhm gonna bring the funk to yaî through his guitar and then give us an exercise in wah-wah Nirvana, ending with the voice-pedal ìAnd THAT is bringing the funkî.
People cheering from the front seats to the back, every single person there with a huge grin and throwing down with the funk as Dr John prescribed whatís good for what ails ya.
I know you havenít heard of Dr John, but you might know some of his songs. Paul Weller and Noel Gallagher mutilated ìWalk on Guilded Splintersî on Wellerís ìStanley Roadî album and there are many, many others worth checking, including ìYou canít shut da funk upî with Anthony Keidis from the Red Hot Chilli Peppers on the album ìTelevisionî.
So whilst pop music is all well and good and a nice happy way to enjoy music, last night I watched an old man play genuine New Orleans Mardi-Gras flavoured funk/blues and show these punk kids what funk is about, coupled with support from The Meters.
The band that created, maintained and still flow with the funk.
If you were at The Royal Festival Hall last night (I remember the name of the place!) then you witnessed Dr John healing us all, and if you werenít seeing the Dr last night?
You missed out on some powerful medicine.
Dr John played at The South Bank (Royal something or other, I canít remember) and it rocked.
For those of you that donít know him (which means everyone but me and Hooplah), Dr John is a Jazz/Blues/Funk musician that hails from New Orleans and plays everything from big band music to his own style of voodoo inflected New Orleans blues. I canít describe his music to you, sometimes nasty swamp music, sometimes blues piano but always, always good.
Heís been doing it since the ë50s and last night was one of the best gigs Iíve been to.
But 1st, and this had me in absolute paroxysms of joy:
Ladies and gentleman, supporting Dr John was the band responsible for funk musicÖ*drumroll*ÖThe Meters.
Once again, ainít a person here going to know who they are, but they created funk. The most down ëní dirty wah-wah funky funk you ever heard in your life. Songs like Look-Ka-Yippy, Chicken Strut and so many others (if youíve seen Jackie Brown, theyíre the band playing when Pam Grier is travelling down the walkway at the start).
I cannot explain just how important The Meters are to music, without them you would not have funk music, plain and simple.
And there they were, 30ft from me, playing like you wouldnít believe. All the classic funk hits were there and the place went from everyone sitting down and watching to dancing down the front and in the aisles. Me and my girlfriend were in a box, one of those posh ones up on the side that posh people sit in, and even up there people were strutting their stuff as The Meters played right in front of us.
And then Dr John came on. Heís in his sixties now and walks with a cane, but he danced his way onstage like the master of New Orleans funk he is and entertained us for 90mins straight.
All the songs from ìRight Place, Wrong Timeî to ìIko Ikoî were belted out with an energy that would put most bands half his age to shame.
Again, people dancing in the aisles, at the front, up in the boxes and nosebleed seats.
People in suits, old people, young people, rockers, goths, hippiesÖjust people that love funk and blues watching a master at play.
You can keep your chart-music noise, last night I saw a guy in his 60s rock the place like you canít believe.
And the ìintroducing the bandî turned into a 10 minute funk-workout with the guitarist using a voice-pedal thing to sing ìAhm gonna bring the funk to yaî through his guitar and then give us an exercise in wah-wah Nirvana, ending with the voice-pedal ìAnd THAT is bringing the funkî.
People cheering from the front seats to the back, every single person there with a huge grin and throwing down with the funk as Dr John prescribed whatís good for what ails ya.
I know you havenít heard of Dr John, but you might know some of his songs. Paul Weller and Noel Gallagher mutilated ìWalk on Guilded Splintersî on Wellerís ìStanley Roadî album and there are many, many others worth checking, including ìYou canít shut da funk upî with Anthony Keidis from the Red Hot Chilli Peppers on the album ìTelevisionî.
So whilst pop music is all well and good and a nice happy way to enjoy music, last night I watched an old man play genuine New Orleans Mardi-Gras flavoured funk/blues and show these punk kids what funk is about, coupled with support from The Meters.
The band that created, maintained and still flow with the funk.
If you were at The Royal Festival Hall last night (I remember the name of the place!) then you witnessed Dr John healing us all, and if you werenít seeing the Dr last night?
You missed out on some powerful medicine.