Boe Money, trombonist, teamed with fellow-New Orleanian Trombone Shorty to remind young middle America as gathered for the first day of Bonnaroo that the power of the horn is enormous. While Galactic rolled out the Crescent City beat, Money and Shorty took an extensive 'bone break and played almost every duo lick in the book.
Galactic was the act, but the horns were the show. Shorty played it cool, popping out silvery, high notes on trumpet. Money worked the crowd like a barroom veteran, chunking down from the stage and clambering over the barricades to play horn in the middle of the excited peoples. Eventually the crowd put up their hands up and surfed the rangy, sweaty black man all across the field.
In addition to honoring the spirit of the Meters, Galactic and the horns invoked the jazzbo mysteries of the Dirty Dozen.
Of the early acts I liked the British band Gomez. With one strong vocalist and one that was not as strong, their show seemed on and off. But the melodies and sense of songwriting adventure were there. Looking forward to hearing their records.
Animal Collective was artistically adventurous - mucho ambient sound and vocal noodling - but far from compelling. The At&T broadcast was on the blink during most of the set by the beautiful Texas girl who calls herself St. Vincent. Caught her last number and could tell she was from another planet; she was crazed, tranced, manic - but melodious.
Ani DiFranco seemed in fine form but she's selling folk, not rock.
Thank gawd for Galactic.
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