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Friday, July 28, 2006

Mojo and Superharp

Great, great concert tonight. Grammy-award-winning "Superharp" James Cotton and his band with George "Mojo" Buford. Charles Mack on bass, his brother Mark Mack on drums, Tom Holland on rhythm guitar, and some mystery man from Tokyo, Japan on guitar--I couldn't catch his name over the din, and he doesn't seem to be a regular. But boy, could he play.

Cotton's been doing his thing, alone, with a back-up band, with Muddy Waters, with Howlin' Wolf, with name-your-great-Chicago-blues-style band, for over 60 years, and he really knows how to get a crowd going. This Springfield audience of mostly middle-aged overweight white folks usually sit on beach chairs, holding beers, and maybe nodding their heads or tapping their feet to the beat. A few crazies dance in the front or stand off to the side, right in front of the speakers (that would be me). Or stand way in the back if they haven't brought chairs.

But not tonight. The band opened with about three numbers, and by the time Cotton lumbered onstage and eased his bulk into a straight chair, nearly everyone was standing and shouting. And then pretty soon he was joined by Mojo Buford, and then things really started to cook. Mojo sang--"Blow Wind, Blow Wind," "I Got My Mojo Workin'"--Cotton blew, and the crowd went wild.

What surprises me is the sea of white faces at these concerts, especially the bluesy ones. As I drove to Connecticut after the concert, a column of motorcycles thundered past and over the Memorial Bridge, while another rounded the corner onto Columbus Avenue and headed up the ramp to Route 91. All out-of-towners. Why don't the residents--overwhelmingly people of color, who own the freaking blues--take advantage of their own city's spectacular free offerings? I don't get it.

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