(Review by Lance/Photo courtesy of Mike Tilley).
Jazz gig? Rock gig? Blues gig?
Yes to all three!
The genres drew from each other and merged.
Mo shouts the blues like a woman 3 times her size (to be a blues mama you've gotta tip the scales at, at least, 20 stone) but she can also sing a ballad like the slender chick that she is and when it comes to rockin', Mo's your first call for a Saturday Night Fish Fry.
Well, as it was only Friday, there weren't no fish frying but there was a whole lot of cookin' on stage.
It had been awhile since I'd last heard Mo and, I suppose I felt a bit blasé about the whole affair. Lots of time spent setting up. Jacks plugged in here, others unplugged there. Where was the roadie? the sound engineer? the singer?

Paul Smith personifies power drumming. Big band, small band, any band, he drives it like few can.
Ry Cooder's Don't Make Your Move Too Soon; a frenetic version of Fever; Billie Holiday; Nina Simone; Stevie Ray Vaughan and Muddy Waters coupled with a sizzling instrumental brought the first set to a close. The room was full and we all knew why - class!
It's not just the voice - and what a voice! - it's also the stage presence, the terpsichorean-like movements of her hands, and the ability to work a room.
Sadly, because of the later start, I only caught a couple of numbers in the second set. Russell tells me The Good Times Rolled until 11:40pm by which time I was saying farewell to the number 27. It had been a good old wagon...
It had also been quite a night.
Lance.
4 comments :
Gutted to have missed Mo, hope she's back there soon.
It was a fabulous night Mo on top of her game, love that girl. The guys were pretty amazing too. Great night.
It was a great night...x
Oh yes - rocking, stomping, bluesy ...... fabulous!
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