Ok, Derek did not show up. But, that doesn’t mean that show 7 of Bowlive didn’t rock out. I remember Alan saying at the beginning of the night, “It’s Wednesday. It’s only Wednesday.” Yeah, here we go.
Preshow: Place was buzzing but at this point it was quiet in the house. Probably only 150 people or so. There was room to walk, room to dance. It was nice. I was secretly hoping it would be this small all night. (yeah, right.)
Set 2: Soulive, just Alan, Neal and Eric alone for a while. Solid bassy key jams come out of Neal’s left hand and they rock. Kofi joins again, and they sail into a nice jazzy groove. The addition of Kofi’s flute blasts us into another level, on this 7th night of Bowlive. The brass wind from the Shady Horns, and Kofi’s crystal clear notes cutting the groove, Neal’s bass keys pounding, Alan’s banging beat, Eric’s lightening riffs on the guitar. Down to the ground. Soul. Beautiful.
Set 3: Nigel comes back on stage, (I can’t remember if Oteil was up already) and the crew rocks out to Stevie Wonder’s, Signed, Sealed, Delivered I’m Yours into Movin’ on Up. At this point, I believed Mr. Trucks would walk on stage, but to no avail. Almost immediately, Oteil starts scatting while plucking his bass. You could tell he was having a blast playing with his brother and jamming with Neal. Neal blasts those bass keys, naw, blasts the whole keyboard crazy system he has like none other. Towards the end of the set, Oteil just stopped playing and eyed up Neal, smile wide, dancin on stage. He was eyeing up his brother Kofi as well, watching the two of them jam together was a great thing to see.
Encore: Talib Kweli. Yeah. Really. He and Nigel play together, and the house starts jumping. Earlier in the night I thought I had heard music reminiscient of a Pat Metheny type of groove, jazzy and bluesy and technically perfect. By the end of the night it was bass groove, hard beats, fast riffs, shredding and rapping. Wow. It was a holy smack it down into the ground eruption ensues. The bass reverberates, flute crisply cuts the air, and a jazzy, bluesy, kinda funk thing happens again at Brooklyn Bowl.
I guess that’s how Bowlive rolls in Brooklyn. More great insights from Soulive’s blog.