Randy "19th street Red" Cohen da New Orleans, professione: blues
performer nella tradizione della "vecchia scuola".
Si potrebbe sintetizzare così la presentazione del "Rosso della
diciannovesima strada", carriera trentennale, particolarissimo
vocalist, chitarrista dal tocco intrigante, armonicista,
compositore, che alterna la sua attività di "one man band street
musician" a quella di girovago e frequentatore di tutti i blues
festivals del "Deep South": tra Mississippi, Alabama, Texas e
Louisiana, non ce n'è uno dove non abbia portato la sua voce
"sporca" e la sua vecchia chitarra.
Parco nella sua produzione: tre CD all' attivo, perchè preferisce la
strada e il quotidiano agli studios. Arriva ora in Europa con il suo
quartetto per alcuni festivals tra Francia e Italia. Randy "19th
street Red" Cohen, con la sua musica e come stile di vita, porta
avanti il suo "down-home gutbucket blues" nello spirito del ..."come
una volta"
English Version
You'll normally find 19th Street Red
sitting on the end of Canal Street by the streetcar tracks. He provides
stripped-down blues for tourists, those going to lunch, and those returning from
lunch(God bless 'em).
On Wednesday afternoon, though, Red played the Blues for revelers awash in
Parasol's St. Patrick's Day block party. With a broken bottleneck on one finger,
he performed with a Texas twang that was a continuous nod to Stevie Ray Vaughn.
He used a harmonica, and a tambourine was fastened on top his kick drum to shake
every time things got poundin'.
Red conveyed authenticity with his vocals and gear. His raspy voice carried
moans and affirmations, while a rusty amplifier with a wire cage filter looked
like it was from the '30's. He also had a suitcase buried in his open-ended kick
drum--probably just to secure it from slippery-handed passerbys.
Blues doesn't normally go with the party atmosphere, but a bunch of people set
up camp and danced to Red's music. He was set up twenty feet from Parasol's back
entrance, which was just enough distance between him and the baby boomer dance
music blasting through the streets. Red added to his Blues authenticity,
possibly indirectly, and played next to a three-legged dog tied to a Volkswagen
bus. Red wore a white Cowboy hat over his red hair, along with black sunglasses
and beach shell necklaces that covered his open-shirted sunburnt skin.
The visual stage was set, and his music didn't disappoint. Those without a lover
nodded their heads in time with the kick drum. The lovers used the kick drum as
a raw anchor to ground against each other to. The only scar on Red's performance
was when a drunk man got a little too into his head nodding and fell right over
onto Red's Guitar case, which was full of tips and CD's. Nothing was damaged,
but Red's wine spilled, to which he said in an angry tone, "That sucks."
Red wasn't re-inventing the wheel, but inventive musicianship wasn't that
important because he was earnest with relatable tales of drunkenness, adultery,
and lost love.