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Recorded live at New York's Smoke jazz club, this brief session digs deeps into the heart and soul of the blues. Chris Bergson sings ‘em the way he feels ‘em.
By answering each of his vocal phrases with pliant guitar licks, the artist is able to interpret each tale of woe with double barrels. His resounding voice hands over deep feelings of anguish and misery, while his guitar answers with a knowing pattern of hope.
All is not lost. The blues takes us so low, sometimes, that we nearly lose control. But it’s Bergson’s fluid guitar that carries us out of that quagmire. He lifts our spirits.
Freddie King’s “The Stumble” makes a significant impression, as the trio turns the affair into a momentary instrumental revue. Loping with a hearty swing, guitar, organ and drums prance all over town in their Sunday finest. It’s a time to celebrate.
Elsewhere, the twenty-five and half minute album concentrates on a combination of Bergson’s vocal blues and his rescuing guitar. His woeful tales hit home. We’ve all been there. Which of us cannot say that he’s never experienced lost love, lonesome days & nights, or temporary dreams that slipped through our fingers? Bergson’s session provides comfort.
I love jazz because it is a pure American music and can be expressed in different ways depending upon the artist.
I was first exposed to jazz while as a teenager I listened to Duke Ellington, Benny Goodman, and Louis Armstrong, on a jazz
radio station in New York City.