GB & Real Country - Claire Levine's house, Portland OR - August 1, 2019


[from the US and Canada] A long night of bad dreams and active mind. I worry, I worry, and I mourn. And then, each task, from waking up, to arriving at this event, was on the verge of collapse …. but came through. By evening, the universe was actively intervening in bringing my thoughts to fruition. My cousin and I did the first Thursday art gallery walk. I pulled my phone out to take a picture of a picture (I don’t know why) and my phone was calling BrightSilvers. There hadn’t been any previous action today to lead to a butt dial – the universe knew who was on my mind. Then me and TheBirds&TheBeesANDTheFlowers reunited at our first house concert in a while. The Dovers of Doverlaff House Concerts up and moved to Mexico so me & TheBirds&TheBeesANDTheFlowers are playing the field to see who our next house-concert-lover might be. They were billed as the Greg Blake Trio.
TheBirds&TheBeesANDTheFlowers kept whispering to me that they were definitely more than a trio. They were billed as bluegrass. They were definitely more than bluegrass. They never made it clear how they came together but it was clear that Greg Blake is some sort of dynamo … of a band leader, mentor, entertainer, person. TheBirds&TheBeesANDTheFlowers called him a “silly wabbit.” He looked extremely Cajun to me. He said “Oh my goodness” a lot. The brief webbing I did on them beforehand suggested they were Christian (we can’t all be perfect) …. I do believe this to be true, for Blake at least. Even though they acted like this band was thrown together for this house concert, the truth slowly leaked out that each member was a star in their instrument so they were some sort of supergroup. And they have a history of touring, including Europe. And this was the start of some other tour. So, all that to say, I don’t know why they were billed as a bluegrass trio. Me and bluegrass have a complicated relationship. My relationship with country is even more complicated. I can’t stand cover bands. This band was all of these things and I loved them. First, they did real-deal Appalachian bluegrass (breakdowns, claw hammer, etc) and their country covers were classic. Then, each song was hand-picked by various band members and it just felt very curated, no hits. They harmonized on an Osborne Brothers songs. I was pretty proud of myself when I found myself mouthing “George Jones” when “She Thinks I Still Care” started - thanks Rockboy for your tutelage. Greg did voice tricks for this one that the audience loved, maybe he was impersonating George. Finally, each member was extraordinarily talented and there was tremendous energy across the band members. Their jokes didn’t seem scripted & they were funny. They called the crowd “familiar… well, familiar and weird… but Arby’s says different is good…. Maybe Arby’s can be our sponsor.” They did some all-band songs first, with various instruments solo-ing, people clapping for the outstanding fingering. Bluegrass is a weird combination of communalism and showmanship, sort of like metal. I really got into it though once Greg started songs with an introduction of a band member, their history, their awards, and the song they’d chosen to play. They are Ellie Hawkinson on fiddle – I don’t think she’s a regular member. I was itching to glam her up but she was completely confident and funny. She and Greg had the craziest music-concentration faces of the band members. I also entertained myself watching what bandmembers did when they weren’t part of a song or only had a bit part. Isaac Callender was on the mandolin with the curly-cue and on the fiddle sometimes, even twin fiddling with Ellie (Greg did a good job getting us excited about that). He might have been the only one who did songs he’d written, including a really pretty waltz (“Emily’s Waltz”) that made me think of my high school buddy who’d play pretend with me at the one interesting dive bar in our hometown. The tall-drink-of-water, Miles Zurawell, who preferred not to smile played a banjo (with a resonator ( I asked)) and a dobro, like a lap steel. He did a song by someone named Larry Keel, whom he trained under in Asheville. Nico Humby, with the chin dimple and ADHD ways (his band members joked about it so I can), was on upright bass and even slapped it for one song. The best voice of the whole night was Nico covering Willie Nelson’s “I’ve Just Destroyed the World” (don’t listen, you’ll cry). Miles & Nico hail from Canada and pleased me when they said things like “oh gosh” and “oh geez.” There was a lot of clapping, but seems to be what rich people do. Their covers for people who know this music a lot better than I do: Kitty Well’s “It Wasn’t God Who Made Honky Tonk Angels”; Flatts, Scruggs, et al. “I’m Crying My Heart Out Over You”; George Jones - If I Don't Love You (Grits Ain't Groceries); Osborne Brothers “Pathway of Teardrops”; Ray Price’s “Heartache by the Numbers”; George Jones “She Thinks I Still Care”; Dolly Parton’s “My Blue Tears”; Willie Nelson’s “I’ve Just Destroyed the World.” In other goodnesses from the universe, as I drove home, my iPod started off with “No Good Man” by The Brown Brothers, my cousin’s husband’s band. He was one of the people who encouraged me to get back to music reviews, because he said he read them. Maybe he said that because I had just told him again how much I love his sound, but it’s ok, because I love his sound.

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