Jim White

Few musicians have fans who prefer preamble to a song but with a master storyteller spinning yarns of his time greasing up strippers when a born-again Christian or chasing tornadoes on LSD it’s understandable. Accompanied by old pal Paul Fonfara on clarinets and guitar, this was the premier outing for an experiment of improvised versions of new and old material. Over two hours the pair bounced off each other, embracing delta blues, waltzes and possibly the only song based on nomenclature disability. White exuded melancholy and introspection, but with a philosophical resolve, making this a most rewarding night for all concerned.

The Basement, 6 September 2013

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