December 16, 2011

My piece on the one night only concert of roots rockers Train is now up on

It would have been nice to have words with the girl who won Pat Monaghan’s steel Takamine acoustic, but ultimately irrelevant for this piece. Check it out, guys.
Excerpts follow below.

To Jupiter and back with Train

By KARL R. DE MESA December 16, 2011 10:58am
Pat Monaghan is standing on his right leg, his left leg is extended taut behind him, arms flung outward and outstretched in some manic rock and roll asana as he serenades the crowd.
Fifteen years, five studio albums and three Grammy Award wins later, Train is back in Manila, through the efforts of Dayly Entertainment, Rockstar Touring and LAMC Productions.
They played here back in June 2010 and Pat, the wiry singer with his signature bed head coif and strikingly wide vocal range, is effusive in his praise of local audiences. “We wanted to play here again because there’s just something about you [Filipinos] as a culture that’s so engaging,” he said at the press conference. “It keeps us coming back.”
Folk and blues both have their roots around the campfire as music that drew communities together to articulate a collective condition and warm their bones. But while the latter was marinated in the agonies of slavery, the former occupied itself with confronting what was, back then for the American West, a frontier in both the spiritual and physical sense; its values and aesthetics begat modern country pop and all the Carrie Underwoods, Miley Cyruses and Taylor Swifts we are now heir to.
I mention this because for every countrypolitan star on a crossover praxis attack taking their cue from Glenn Campbell and Shania Twain, is a Lucinda Williams, a The Dixie Chicks, an Over the Rhine and the late White Stripes. The true grit of frontier confrontationalism is alive and well and we can hear, in their songs, the ghosts of bluesmen who gave their souls at the crossroads for a gris-gris bag of vision and hooch.
Train draws from this same deep well no matter how much they wrap it in pop rock and ribbon it with pretty boy appeal. It’s quickly apparent in Pat’s onstage merry-prankster-meets-psychiatric-patient-on-uppers moves. One minute he’s Mick Jagger, the next Elvis, and then Chuck Berry.

Read the rest of the article HERE.

Thanks to DAYLY Entertainment for the media access.


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