One of the biggest shows of the week, not to mention loudest was Nov. 23 with Austin based blues rock behemoth, the triumvirate known as Grady.
Unfortunately I missed the Motorleague and Lustre Creame, who were opening, but arrived in time to get blown away, almost literally, by Gordie Johnson, bassist Big Ben and pint sized drumming machine Nina Singh.
Singh was dwarfed by her double bass drum equipped kit, Big Ben towered over the stage, blasting out grooves and full on chords through a double bass rig.
And Johnson was a force to be reckoned with, blasting muscular Texas fried slide powered blues rock through a variety of Gibson Explorers, SGs and his famous double necked SG through a twin amp combo.
In addition to playing deadly slide guitar through an almost two hour straight set, he sang along with almost every note he played, delivering Grady’s soon to be classics and even a couple Big Sugar hits, like “Digging a Hole,” which was included in the encore, as the good sized crowd screamed for more.
You had to see, not to mention hear, this show to fully appreciate it though people could probably hear it a couple blocks over.
The old school delta blues influence was undeniably omnipresent as Johnson was fingerpicking almost every amped up note he was sliding into, though it was tricked up, amped up, whiskey and octane fueled and polished for the twenty-first century.
They played some old trucking songs as well, and “Digging A Hole,” segued into a few bars of ZZ Top’s “Sharp Dressed Man,” sung beautifully by Singh, who added some superb vocal harmonies as well throughout the set.
Johnson beamed throughout the set and didn’t say much other than to talk about partying in Lethbridge when he was in high school and asking the crowd if it was all right for hims to play some tracks form the new DVD/CD set.
I was impressed with his voice as much as I was with his guitar playing, especially on “Devil Got My Woman,” a highlight from their CD “Good As Dead,” especially when he sang along, scatting style, with some of his solos.
— By Richard Amery, L.A. Beat Editor
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