Captivating.
Full-on fainting. Swooning.
Leaning on your shoulder and contemplating the full spectrum of the future together.
From the intense R&B groove of "All I Wanna Do" to the cool vibe of "Visible," Dylan Lloyd brings out every ounce of feeling. Lloyd gives voice to those of us who are unable to express our longing for that special one. The hopeful crooner behind the lines of "Be My Girl" knows she might think he's a stalker and tells her it's not anything creepy. He goes on to tell her what he'd give her if he were as rich as "Bill Gates."
He misses friends and lost loves. He struggles with the why of it. Thankful for the remembered moments, he sorrows for the lost opportunity to say goodbye.
Listening to Lloyd's playing is a thrill. Close your eyes. See the music. The mobility of the bass. The whispers of the percussion. The keyboard speaking in a warm- hearted counterpoint to his expressive vocals. Sweet, bluesy melodies are shared among the vocals, guitar, and keyboard.
"I'm not saying that I'm okay. You'd know that I'd be lying....Move on...." Like Lloyd, we press on. We know that life moves on and us with it. We know that risking all with that one special person is the very essence of living. In the moment when we expose our hearts to the harsh light of day, we live more intensely than at any other moment. And so with Lloyd, we say, "I'll be alright." And so will we be.
Go listen at www.sonicjive.com/pianodyl or at www.myspace.com/pianodyl or http://dylanlloyd.com
His music is available on iTunes.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
How Do You Say It?
I love music. I love all kinds of music. The only thing I love more than music is story. I hate when I'm trying to tell someone about something amazing and lose all my ability to bring words to the page. I truly love the words and music of Swamp Voodoo. These guys are amazing; there's no style of music that they don't know. They know it all, cold. Cold, like it's their only style. They know everything Latin, everything burlesque, everything rockabilly, and everything else.
They spin out their stories in mini-epics, each having its own movements and flavors. The gritty mumbling of front man, Slick Black Truck Drivin' Man is almost an undercurrent in the smooth river of jazz or samba or two step. The sidemen are perfect together. You can almost see the club's stage lights glinting off Gato's sax as you listen to it weaving through the complex counterpoint between T-Time and Dapper Dan. The bass and drums work to make a story of their own.
All the members of the extended Black clan are represented in stories throughout the site. The Outlaw Man, Daisy May, Gerome. The New York City Woman that may or may not been seen by another relation. I love them all. How can I explain to those that have never heard these songs? If I said that a guy heard of LSD when he was three years old and moved to NYC in search of mind expanding experiences, would you think I had lost my mind? Or expanded it?
But again, the best part of this amazing experience is the story. The reading of the adventures of Slick Black and Ol' Betty cannot be fathomed. There cannot be many of the truck driving brotherhood who can have seen the sorts of things that Slick Black has seen. He has met those shimmering otherworldly types, and they have come bearing...whiskey.
So join me at www.myspace.com/swampvodoo or at www.swampvoodoo.com and see what I mean. I love Swamp Voodoo. I love the body moving rhythms that T-Time and Dapper Dan lay down. I love the smoke that emanates from Gato's sax and weaves right in with my soul. And I love the low voiced muttering of Slick Black. Yeah, and the alien whiskey.
They spin out their stories in mini-epics, each having its own movements and flavors. The gritty mumbling of front man, Slick Black Truck Drivin' Man is almost an undercurrent in the smooth river of jazz or samba or two step. The sidemen are perfect together. You can almost see the club's stage lights glinting off Gato's sax as you listen to it weaving through the complex counterpoint between T-Time and Dapper Dan. The bass and drums work to make a story of their own.
All the members of the extended Black clan are represented in stories throughout the site. The Outlaw Man, Daisy May, Gerome. The New York City Woman that may or may not been seen by another relation. I love them all. How can I explain to those that have never heard these songs? If I said that a guy heard of LSD when he was three years old and moved to NYC in search of mind expanding experiences, would you think I had lost my mind? Or expanded it?
But again, the best part of this amazing experience is the story. The reading of the adventures of Slick Black and Ol' Betty cannot be fathomed. There cannot be many of the truck driving brotherhood who can have seen the sorts of things that Slick Black has seen. He has met those shimmering otherworldly types, and they have come bearing...whiskey.
So join me at www.myspace.com/swampvodoo or at www.swampvoodoo.com and see what I mean. I love Swamp Voodoo. I love the body moving rhythms that T-Time and Dapper Dan lay down. I love the smoke that emanates from Gato's sax and weaves right in with my soul. And I love the low voiced muttering of Slick Black. Yeah, and the alien whiskey.
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