Re: Concert Reviews: Erykah Badu, George Clinton & P. Funk Allstars

From: The Brazilian Kitchen (braziliankitchen@xs4all.nl)
Date: Fri Mar 09 2001 - 01:18:27 CET

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    Thanks for that lively review Steve! Damn I want to see that Badu lady live on a stage near me!

    peace,

    Jeroen (catching up on his mail..)
      ----- Original Message -----
      From: Steve Catanzaro
      To: acid jazz
      Sent: Wednesday, March 07, 2001 8:23 PM
      Subject: Concert Reviews: Erykah Badu, George Clinton & P. Funk Allstars

      Badu, who comes on dressed like a pan-African / eskimo hippie goddess, is primarily in the singing business. She displays a vocal range and dexterity that is not evident on her recordings. She can shout, scream, scat, wail, purr and improvise the coolest melodic shit right on the spot.

      Not only that, she's an arresting visual presence, whether crowned by her 3 foot high turban or displaying her totally bald head. She does a little candle lighting and incense waving, sits in a bean bag chair and plays acoustic guitar, breaks out some cool modern dance ankle-over-the-neck funky ballet moves, and basically brings the audience to tears with every new melody or lyric she busts out.

      Yeah, all told, she's badass, in her soft, mellow soft-stickygreen bagful kind of way. As a matter of fact, I'd like to see an AJ celebrity deathmatch pitting Badu against Miles Davis... Badu's tough, sexy stance just might come out on top....

      The only bad thing... the band was off in an orchestra pit... whatup with that? Could just mean the layout here in Phoenix sucks.

      George Clinton and the P-Funk All-Stars. More proof that Phoenix sucks. By the time they were into their 3rd hour of red hot jamz, the valley of the sun could only provide a 5-1 audience to band member ratio. That's right, 100 fans and 20 p-funksters.

      This is one loose production. George's granddaughter, who looks like she might be a timid Brandy-Monica type vocalist, suddenly busts into a nasty pro THC anthem like....

      "Somethin stinks and I want some
       somethin' stinks and I want some
       somethin smells like a skunk and I want some
       somethin' stinks and I want some."

      Yeah, if funk means "stink" this is one maloderous group. Upwards of 22 musicians, 7 or 8 guitar players, people playing all kinds of instruments, a Dennis Rodman lookalike who sheds his white fur pimpacoat to bust crazy dance moves, guys in sombreros and diapers, Clinton wearing a giant Arm and Hammer box.... Too much... But 4 hours was still not enough funk. Hey man, smell my finger... Shit nasty, damn....



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