Torrita Blues Festival 2010
XXII° edizione 25 - 26 giugno
Piazza Matteotti - Torrita di Siena (ore 21.30)
Eugene Hideway Bridges Eric Sardinas 19° Street Red Peter Green The Fabulous Boogie Boys

19° Street Red

http://19thstreetred.com

19° Street Red

 

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.




TORRITA BLUES E' ANCHE SUL
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