Review by Fred Rudofsky
Photographs by Eric Gleason and Amy Modesti
In the past several months, the Troy Dinosaur BBQ has been building a solid reputation for booking free live music gigs each weekend, and a Saturday night gig by Matt Mirabile with special guest Alison Jacobs may rank as the best one yet.
In the past decade, Mirabile has established himself as one of the finest guitarists in the area, and on this night he was playing at an exceptional level, playing with passion, imagination and vision. His band – Steve Aldi (bass), Joshua Bloomfield (drums) and Jason Ladayne (keys) – followed his muse and brought their own blues verve, too. Add to the mix the dynamic Alison Jacobs, the best local female singer as Metroland duly noted a few years ago, and it was obvious that something extraordinary would transpire.
(left) The Last Conspirators, (right) Charlie Smith (photo by Stanley Johnson)
Review by Fred Rudofsky
Photographs by Stanley Johnson and Gene Sennes
“I have actually been invited,” I thought to myself, echoing the astonishment of Nick Carraway when he arrives at Gatsby’s West Egg mansion party in Fitzgerald’s novel. My magnanimous friend, Alison, had given me an advance ticket to the J.B. Scott’s Reunion Party. Pulling into the already crowded parking lot shortly after 7pm, I couldn’t help but realize that I would be likely one of the few revelers too young to have ever attended a show at the legendary venue that had closed 30 years ago, having drawn everybody from Count Basie and John Lee Hooker to the Cramps and Iggy Pop.
I had missed the Penny Knight Band, and the Last Conspirators were already playing full throttle as I entered the ballroom of Michael’s Banquet House, where a large crowd of people danced like it was 1979. The late Joe Strummer would have been proud; I imagined the punk rock warlord raising a Guinness to the band as they tore into originals like “Who Wants a Revolution Anyway” and “History,” the latter beginning with Tim Livingston’s declaration of “Drink to all our futures! Long live J.B. Scott’s!” and then closing out with his microphone stand getting bent in half.
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