Anna Webber – Los Angeles Photographer

West Beach Music Festival ‘09 – Santa Barbara – Sept 18-20

The West Beach Music & Arts Festival Saturday is like no other large music festival of its kind – abutting the historic Stearns Wharf, adjacent to an even more historic Pacific ocean, and perpendicular to Santa Barbara’s main drag (lower State Street) the festival took place with a sandy, inebriated floor, and a bright and beautiful sky blue sky. The unfortunate part was that dogs were allowed in (and children), and the drunks were wondering why “If your dog can pee here, why can’t I!?”

The music lapped against the tide in a very burningman-esque dusty shakeup of sand, surfers, hippies and cloudcover as it was delivered from three separate stages (and one techno dance tent).

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Following his performance at Coachella, Paolo played an intimate showcase luncheon Tuesday at the Viper Room in Hollywood to debut his upcoming release, Sunny Side Up.

The Viper Room and Atlantic Records supplied the Open Bar and luncheon – however – it didn’t matter how drunk they got the guests, the music was phenomenal. By the first song, enough honest sweat was flowing out of his pores to mean he would not be letting up anytime soon – he’d done this before. Paolo has got the same Johnny Lang elated, scathing, rasp and quiver, mixed with Jeff Buckley moans and lingering “ooo’s” during the sultry ballads that were to die for. The timelessness of his music would throw a smile across anyone’s face and a chill down their spine as his boyish sincerity dabbled in motown and blues, reggae and barbershop bebop. As he picked up what appeared to be a watered down whiskey, smiling, he says “It’s the first one I’ve done of these things where everybody’s listening.” Not because he’s not extraordinary, but because he can be seen most often playing at big music halls, bigger concert venues, and music festivals like Coachella and Bonnaroo. And his giddy Scottish accent would sometimes sound more like a thick island one. It was adorable. In fact, all but one of the 6 piece band is from Scotland, and his 2007 record went platinum in the UK, and sold about 2 million copies. He played the single off of his last record, “New Shoes”, which Paolo is most notably known for. Keeping an eye on Paolo and awating the release of his next record out in June, he showed no deficit of talent Tuesday, no elevated ego.

Paolo Nutini @ Viper Room showcase (photo: anna webber)

Reviewing Teddy Thompson – Live – opening at the Largo L.A. for Jayhawks’ Gary Louris and Mark Olsen

The sound systems in L.A. usually have a tweeter out or other some such ear jerking clamor rattle out of from its speakers. I have never in my life heard a sound so clear, so full and so ranging, than from British Folk singer’s Teddy Thompson’s acoustic guitar and honeyed voice, as I did Saturday at the Largo.

I drove past the Largo three times, even with my gps suggesting its coordinates were not far, at which point I’d pass it. One sign flashes vertically, blinking “Theater” and another small sign without lights some ways beneath – “Largo”. This place rules.

Red velvet everywhere with burgundy walls and no bar, the Largo is fundamentally one of the last traces of class leeched from the old jazz theater days we can find here in L.A. And for British folk-blues singer/songwriter Teddy Thompson, all seats were occupied. The house filled up absolutely with people that came to hear the music, which can be a pretty novel purpose these days on a Saturday night in the city.

Thompson’s voice resounded with a rhythm that only comes from a practiced musician devoted to his addiction – to melody, to harmony, and sound. His voice is comparable to that of Jackson Brown, or notably, Chris Isaac, Buddy Holly. But that night it was Thompson alone with his guitar, belting it out with lights in his eyes to a pitch black room of a hundred people or so, with chills that could call a storm.

Teddy Thompson

Listen while you read:

[03:45] the prowl-dan auerbach

[06:18] Dan Auerbach live at SXSW 2009

(photos: anna webber)

Dan Auerbach of the Black Keys Live at SXSW’s Mojo Magazine Party at The Mean Eyed Cat

Danny boy Auerbach kills it again, slapping out the mean-eyed blues in the hot sun at Austin’s cherished Johnny Cash tribute bar. Hungover as we can so become after playing through a secret show till 5:00 the same morning, Auerbach still manages to thread together a thick dose of blues loud enough to stain any olfactory lobe within convincing reason. Chugging bottles of ice water, the globs of beard gum dripped quickly loose, hung, and at a moments notice landed if not on the high register, on one of us. He looses the tie fettered round his neck, and like mad, amounts to greatness. Though the delirium tremens clearly awoke the spins, he manages still to make good use of his loving arms (see below:)

It was an intimate gathering of saints, sinners, filthy blues and little or no upset. Backed by the San Antonio band Hacienda, Auerbach gave it as beautiful as always, his love for country and blues hardly unsurpassed. The girls were coming around serving ice cold Coronas, as if we looked like were lacking. They were happily accepted as we choked on our twelve bars of country twang, surely a day I had already concocted somewhere in dreams. It was the abrasions left on my psyche, applied by the unusual thing that is young Auerbach that convince me to remember it wasn’t just that.

Like a gentleman he took one of my photography postcards and stuffed it in between a few spent papers in his Moleskin. For a moment he had it rough and posed during a few photographs with the very tactile version of me, and, unsatisfied as they so become, he, along with Hacienda, had to bolt immediately for some tacos.

(Here are some photographs of the day. Click, they will become larger)

Looking forward now to Patrick Carney’s solo debut (drummer of The Black Keys duo), titled: Drummer. It  features Carney (on bass), Jon Finley from Beaten Awake (guitar/vox), Steve Clements from Houseguest (keys), Jamie Stillman from Party of Helicopters (guitar) and Greg Boyd from Ghostman and Sandman (drums). They are working on an album to be released in the fall on Carney’s label, Audio Eagle.

Lee “Scratch” Perry
@ the El Rey
September 3
72 year-old Lee “Scratch” Perry wasn’t scratching anything down at the El Rey last Wednesday, but he did tickle the hell out of the crowd’s olfactory nerve from up on-stage. It’s kind of like Lee Scratch-and-sniff after he lights up his half dozen or so incense sticks during the first song, which he proceeds to secure to the top of his baseball cap that had been festooned to the T with trinkets, medals, pins—and not without—the jimmy-rigged metal incense holder. But, as it goes, the hat appropriately matched the rings on every finger, his adorned mic set, emblazoned with the same sort of arrangement as the hat fabulously held. His over-stuffed, over-spacious Lucky Charms bomber jacket, and the bulky leather boots tatted with patches and paint, etc., quite enhanced the legendary old dude.

But he’s not just any old dude.
He’s one of them granddad rarities attributed to reggae at its rising, having helped form it tough at its roots.
Being one whose musical talents have assisted quite notably in the generation of reggae and dub sounds, Perry has also produced albums for Bob Marley & the Wailers, The Heptones, and other reggae spear headers.
The band Perry’s got behind him now is comprised of youthful, twenty, maybe thirty-somethings, none at all as dark as he, displaying outright that soul doesn’t come in colors. They jibed it, absolutely.  Lee Scratch has still got it.
-Anna Webber