Lafayette

I’ve entered a few from 2008. I’m googling and finding set lists posted from reviews. I love the font you chose for the NYE set list.

I know…isn’t it the coolest site? It gives you averages of songs played as well. I love your excitement and taking on the task of updating and filling in the blanks 😉 😀

Amos pulled off a fantastic set in Indianapolis, strep throat and all. His band entourage was as many deep as I have seen complete with 2 backup singers. He played The Egyptian Room to folded chairs the length of a massive room. Acoustics were perfect, the crowd even more so. Only occasional chatter, ever so soft. For most of the evening you could hear a pin drop.

I missed the Secret Sisters, the opening act, however, was able to chat with them after the show at the merch table. I purchased a CD, asked them to sign it, told them I unfortunately missed their set but would see them in Nashville. Very sweet ladies, apparently quite the buzz these days. They told me a secret guest would be making an appearance with them in Nashville. I told them I would be sure not to miss it. It’s much easier (for me) getting to a show from a hotel room than from a home where Mom & wife are more in play.

Amos pulled out two covers, John Prine and Neil Young, dealing with strep throat, nonetheless.

Sabu Visits The Twin Cities Alone

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1cjyFOwqvBI&feature=channel_video_title

Are You Ready For The Country

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3C1nlQQoPtA

John Prine singing Sabu

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i9GBZ2qNvDs&feature=player_embedded#at=61

Thanks, lwj, for doing that cut and paste transcribing.

No, I haven’t purchased SXSW itunes yet. Will work on that this weekend. 😉

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A blog Amos wrote in regards to his work with “Musicians On Call” in Philadelphia. I love his retelling of the one man that made a difference to him.

http://www.relix.com/features/2011/03/25/amos-lee-my-page-music-as-medicine

Five years ago, I was approached by friends at radio station WXPN in Philadelphia to become involved with an organization called Musicians on Call. MOC connects those who are in hospitals and hospice care with musicians who are interested in performing at the bedside of patients who are otherwise too ill to leave their rooms. I was a little wary at first, not because I didn’t feel drawn to the mission, but rather because it seemed like such a sensitive time for people and their families. I felt my presence might be a bit extraneous.

What I missed in my calculation was that it wasn’t me that was going to the hospitals—it was me and the music that I make. As I have come to find, people tend to value my presence a lot more when I have a guitar.

Since I was first introduced to MOC five years ago, I have made quite a few visits. I have played and sang at general hospitals, children’s hospitals and veterans’ hospitals. Every visit has etched deep visions in my soul. Here is one of my most memorable visits

It was MOC’s first visit to this particular veterans’ hospital and my friend Mutlu and I were asked to be the ambassadors for the program. Most of the elderly patients here served in the Korean and Vietnam wars.

I like to pick appropriate material, but I’m not as versatile as I’d like to be with knowledge of “pre-war” songs. We did “Lovely Day” by Bill Withers, “Three Little Birds” by Bob Marley and “Bring It on Home to Me” by Sam Cooke. We went room to room and, for the most part, I think we warmed some hearts. A lot of the time, families would be with their loved ones and we would walk by and respectfully ask if they’d like some music. Based on our fairly random and somewhat uninspired selection of clothes, they were usually hesitant, but as soon as we started singing, heads would turn.

As the day was ending, we made a stop to one final room. This room was occupied by an elderly African American man with a beautiful gray beard. The nurses explained to me that he was unable to move much do to maladies and complications from his time served but that he was a musician and had recorded earlier in his life. We entered his room gingerly and the nurse asked if he would like us to play. He nodded softly and we went into “Bring It on Home to Me.”

When the song started, he was staring at the ceiling. And from what I was imagining, he was hoping these silly fellows would finish up and leave him be. But as we got into the tune, I noticed him arch his eyebrow, tilt his head ever so slightly and start to bob his head a little to the rhythm. After the song, he smiled at his nurses and said that, “We’re allllriiight. ”

I asked if he had anything he wanted to hear and he inquired if I knew any church songs. I knew a few and chose to sing “Up Above My Head” by Sister Rosetta Tharpe. I got through the first verse, which is the only verse I knew, and noticed that he had started to sing softly with us. By the end of the next go round, he was almost full voiced— harmonizing in a rich, velvety baritone that gave me chills and made me want to cry at the same time. After the third time singing through that verse, he stopped and I wondered if he was done with the experience—instead he informed me that I had forgotten a verse or two. He peeked over at his nurse and gave her a wink. She started to laugh.

I asked if he’d teach me the verses—which he did—and we all three sang those last two verses together, with the nurse clapping right along. When we were done singing, I thanked him for teaching me the song properly and walked out of the room humbled not only by his strength, but also by his patience, wisdom and willingness to open up to us.

There are times when I am on the road feeling low, rundown or lost that I recall that moment, which was as true a moment as I have ever spent with music. It reminds me that music is not a means to an end but rather an ever-flowing body that nurtures us, challenges us and connects us all.

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Amos Lee has just released his fourth album, Mission Bell, on Blue Note Records. For more information about Musicians on Call, please visit www.musiciansoncall.org.