The festival blog is tough, a full days events dotted with portapotty runs, kooky food encounters with a broccoli clad server, present too many moments to accurately describe. I always try, as a salute to the bands who braved 90 degree weather to show their stuff. The expertly curated GRF presents a wide swath of musicians on the rise. On the rise, or on the wind down, first up is:
Stephen Kellogg on the back porch stage. A regional warbler, Kellogg and his former band the Sixers, were an excellent live act back in the day. Poignant lyrics, armed with just a trucker hat and an acoustic, Stephen still has it. Funny stories about being a dad to a middle schooler, were offset by heartwrenchers about a friend lost to addiction.. Some 30 years ago, Kellogg and Deep Banana Blackout guitarist Fuzz, enlisted a bunch of us to sing Mungo Jerry’s In The Summertime on the side of a ski lodge, remains the high water mark of my career as a singer.
Illuminati Hotties are an LA based punk outfit. Front woman played guitar and sang with bass and drums. Forceful delivery got shouty at times, but the punk energy was legit. They had odd multi-colored outfits that looked to be pieced together from a Joann’s going out of business sale.
The Altons are another LA group that are described as “soulful blues with a suntan and sweet backyard cumbia tinnitus”. I agree, guy/ girl singing with some horns were great. Throw in a dubby version of William Devaughn’s Be Thankful for What You Got, and the party got started.
Leyla McCalla is a multi instrumentalist born to Haitian emigrants and activists. Her main instrument is the banjo, but is fluent on guitar and cello. An alumnus of the storied Carolina Chocolate Drops, Leyla has built a nice body of work. The activist upbringing is showcased on the signature tune The Capitalist Blues.
Danielle Ponder gave up her day job as a public defender to dedicate her time to share her soulful funky songs with us. Looking like Chaka Khan, Danielle had no lack of punch in her singing. Powerful tunes about love and loss were expertly delivered.
Reyna Tropical was a clubby duo that showcased Latin dance beats. Two females bounced and synthed through their set. They tried to enlist the crowd, which was difficult given the temp.
Jeremie Albino, no he isn’t Johnny and Edgar’s long lost nephew, but a southern rock tinged crooner from Ontario. Country rock with solid vocals were backed by a tight southern fried band. Saw their warmup where they did a nice close vocal harmony bit.
Kevin Morby is a critics darling singer songwriter. He sang and played guitar, introduced an old friend from Vermont on bass, drums, and an excellent multi-instrumentalist who played saxes, flute, who also sang. Some excellent under the radar hits. Beautiful Strangers, Harlem River, and City Music are indie chestnuts that deserve to be on any Spotify playlist. He wore this banana cream jacket that was cool, but had to be hot. He seemed genuinely impressed by the days lineup. He was a former member of the band Woods, another indie supergroup.
Kathleen Edwards is another Canadian singer songwriter. Her debut, 2003’s Failer, was a flawless collection of well crafted pop-folk nuggets. Insightful lyrics, and a beautiful singing voice, backed by a tight band of session musicians, this set was highly anticipated as evidenced by the packed viewing area. She tastefully poked fun at becoming the 51st state while moving through her set.
LA LOM stands for the LA league of musicians. The league consisted of three muscle-T shirted angelenos. Drums, guitar, and bass spewed instrumental, dubby, psychedelic cumbia. All three were excellent at their post, and with no vocal component, still brought the heat. Searing guitar work, muscular bass, and feverish drums had a hypnotic effect. This band sold out Spaceland last week, and I can see why.
Courtney Barnett is a guitar slinging Aussie who snarled through the headline slot. Her accent, coupled with her spoken word delivery, had a punk-prog energy. Some quirky hits early in her career were nice to catch up on. Seems that recently she has been woodshredding. I mean hanging in a woodshed while spitting furious guitar licks. It got a little tiring after the long day, but she is a force. She has collaborated with Kurt Vile, who seems like a kindred spirit.
Props to the Signature Sound people. They are Pioneer Valley’s music cognoscenti and always bring the goods.