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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.
Jazz is a continuing revelation. The best show I ever attended was the
Roots Picnic at Penn's Landing in Philadelphia, or was it Robert
Glasper's Experiment at Lincoln Center, or was it Chick Corea with
Brian Blade at Oberlin College? Most of all I enjoy playing guitar and
composing beats with my Brooklyn-based group Space Captain.