Showing posts with label Fat Babies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fat Babies. Show all posts

Monday, May 9, 2011

Been busy with other things

I realized that I haven't shared the news with all of my readers (meaning the three of you, besides my wife, who knows the news)...I've been a bit busy lately. Specifically, I've been DJing only for a very specific audience, and dancing a lot with one particular girl.


She's 6 weeks old now and rather fond of Django Reinhardt. Last Friday was the first night I went out dancing (and got to DJ) since she was born. I'll post my set-list from that soon.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Fat Babies

I'm at a bit of a loss for words, other than cusses. Last night was the best night of music I've heard in months...maybe even in a year. I went to the Black Rock Tavern, not far from my house, where Nicolle Wood (of the Galaxie) was hosting a dance with a live band called the Fat Babies. The line-up was as follows:
Andy Schumm--cornet
John Otto--clarinet
Dave Bock--trombone
Joel Paterson--guitar
Beau Sample--bass
Alex Hall--drums
They were brilliant. Masterful, energetic, and joyous. They played a lot of familiar trad. jazz tunes, in a style that was pitch-perfect for dancing. And the crowd there was appreciative, hooting and hollering after solos, applauding and screaming until they gave an encore, which makes it even more fun. Several times during the night folks stopped dancing during a song just to listen and clap along--I know that's become common in many places but it is a rare happening in Chicago.
There was one particular moment in the middle of the second set. In the middle of the tune, the rhythm section dropped out entirely, leaving just the horns and clarinet to play a sort of instrumental "a capella." I've heard bands do this before, though I'm not sure what it's called. It was such a striking change that I just stopped dancing to listen, along with several other couples around me. This sort of collective improvisation is really striking for its intricacy, the way they keeps the rhythm going just by implication, the tension that builds because you worry that they're going to end the number by trailing out. Then of course when the full band came back in it bowls you over like your big brother in a backyard wrestle-fest: ferocious but in a loving way. Knocked-off socks were strewn everywhere after that one.
What a night. I can't wait to hear more from this group.