Rory Block's acoustic blues interpretations carry a message that reaches out and takes control of your senses. A light, flexible singing voice and a comfortable guitar accompaniment ensure that her message will linger.
Block's fresh originals dig into our daily lives and reflect upon the way we feel about ourselves. Spiritual themes and country ballads tell stories about the land and the way we operate with what we've got.
Robert Johnson's "Stones in my Passageway" brings a convincing tale about lovin' and leavin'. Block has paid her dues. She communicates fullness in each song. "Dry Spell Blues," by Son House, applies equally to the fate of the small landowner as to that of the Wall Street executive. We're all in the same boat when it comes to the circumstances that drive us. Charley Patton's "High Water Everywhere" has as much of an effect on us today as it did years ago. With her searing vocals, Block wraps our troubles up with a relaxed country air. She makes our fortunes seem positive. Her slide guitar takes "I Be Bound" on a "devil may care" trip away from the daily grind and on to greener pastures.
Block's originals carry the same timeless message as those of her mentors. She's in the diner with us, having a cup of coffee; strolling the avenue with us, taking care to avoid dark corners; on the road with us, headed for no place in particular; and spending time with us in a lonesome room, crying about the losses that we'll never get back. It's a solace. Her performance soothes and heals. It's what we need more today than ever before.
Track Listing: From the Dust; One Way Down; The Gate; David Had the Blues; Big as Texas; High Water Everywhere; I Be Bound; Stones in my Passageway; Dry Spell Blues; Fargo Baby; Runaway Dog; Take a Train; Remember; Unprecedented Quiet.
The best show I ever attended was the Zawinul Syndicate at the Blue Note in 1997. Being the youngest kids in the room, the host put us right in front of the band. The afro-beat electric set blew the roof off the building, an unforgettable sound
The best show I ever attended was the Zawinul Syndicate at the Blue Note in 1997. Being the youngest kids in the room, the host put us right in front of the band. The afro-beat electric set blew the roof off the building, an unforgettable sound. After, my girlfriend and I just sauntered up the stairs to the green room to meet the
band. I posed for a picture with Joe, after talking a little bit about boxing and how to stay healthy while the other guys in the band tore through a bucket of fried