Buckley in His Own Bag Leaves Audience Empty-Handed
is clearly a good place. It is in Manayunk, but don't let that get
you down, since it is only a short distance from the Schuylkill.
building used to house a small theater, but the new owners took out all of the
seats and replaced them with couches. As long as the house lights are not on to
reveal a motley and bedraggled totality, this arrangement is quite inviting. It
is also, of course, very comfortable.
presently features one concert a week with people as diverse as Jimmy Cotton,
Odetta, and Charles Lloyd (to come).
weekend it was Elektra recording artists Tim Buckley and Earth Opera. The Opera
proved to be hard-hitting in some ways, but basically innocuous.
this reporter it was the fourth time around with Buckley. The third was at the
Fillmore East last year, when he blatantly stole a concert from a tire and bored
group of Byrds. Bill Graham had given McGuinn and his crowd top billing, but it
was Buckley that had the crowd shouting for more.
Kaleidoscope it was Buckley's turn to show a bit of ennui. He remained seated
throughout the concert framed within the V formed by the rods holding the microphones
for the voice and the guitar. Lead guitarist Lee Underwood, who has been with
Buckley since the first album, was seated also. This time Underwood somehow could
never quite toss in the right riffs.
musicians who I had first seen at the Fillmore were also around. The bassist was
attired in his dark blue suit as usual, and the man on vibes kept clumping away.
does not like to perform old material, and during the evening only did one song
from his albums. Also in his usual manner, many of the songs were free form in
style, and not nearly as rigidly structured as the songs he records.
ended the first set with Gypsy Woman, powerfully done in the Buckley style:
heavy chords from his twelve-string, popping notes from Lee Underwood, a smooth
yet strong voice sometimes delicately placed into the microphone and then at other
times screamed forth from a thrown-back head.
second set remained much the same, yet instead of Gypsy Woman, it was concluded
with a long run-on dragged-out Buckley lyric. Buckley was in his bag, all right,
but it was nearly impossible to reach him. Applause for the performer was polite,
and nothing more.
night at Kaleidoscope is the Kooper-less Blood, Sweat, and Tears along with Rhinoceros,
a new animal whose nickname has been supergroup.