July 10, 2005
Lynn Drury did a great job of riding the fence between Rock, Country, and Folk at d.b.a. Sunday night. She started out with some very rhythmic, foot stompin' music that I would have described as Rock. There were two acoustic guitars involved, but this wasn't cry-in-your-handkerchief, woe-is-woman fare. This was strong, kick-you-in-the-ass, head nodding material. Drury used epic arm motions as she cut up and down the strings with her pick. She didn't need a drummer since she created the beats on her own, but playing her well-mapped rhythms would have been any drummer's dream.
This music just happened to be played on acoustic guitar, so it wasn't as rocking as it could have been until later, when guitarist Jonathan Freilich switched to electric and Drury said to Freilich for guidance, "It's a rocker." Wait, the other stuff weren't rockers? 'Cause I felt rocked. Freilich quickly showed why he had been picked up for the gig. He had to be given chords and changes at the beginnings of songs, but if I didn't know any better, I would have thought he was a permanent member of the band. Freilich caught onto the mood and direction of the rocking songs very quickly. At the beginning of songs he normally provided little back-up touches to the melody, but once he was called to solo duty, he showed his jazz training by seemingly effortlessly coming up with fast stretches of fun-for-the-ears that fit well with the rest of the tunes.
Along with the rockers, Drury, Freilich, and bassist Cassandra Faulconer played Folk. They were ballads. Sensitive, sad, and beautiful love songs. Like the rest of her tunes, they lasted an average of approximately three minutes. She got to the point and got it done. Onto the next one, and they were all good ones. Each tune was well-written with relatable lyrics. It was easy to sit through her set and not think of anything else. Which might be saying a lot, 'cause in our boom-boom-boom society, it can be hard to get completely lost in music.
Drury was a calming force during her forays into straightforward Country songs. The only problem? Freilich played fast solos, and even though they added an enjoyable kick to the Country, they didn't fit the mood of the song. His incongruous playing took me out of the tune and back into reality.
Faulconer, as usual, was a rock on the bass. Her semi-deep sound added a meatiness to the music. The set was super-easy for her. She showed her enjoyment of Drury's tunes by smiling a lot and singing back-up vocals.
I was the only one in the room at the beginning of the set, but by the end my applause had multiplied by thirty. The theatre seats were being used, the bar was full, and the walkway/alley was full of socialites. Along with some Danish people that turned their nose up at Hurricane Dennis. They said "Screw it" and came down to New Orleans for vacation, anyway. We like to think they scared the hurricane away.