Snake Davis Band Thrills Absolutely in Allendale
On a perfect evening, with a hall filled to capacity so
that everyone was enveloped in total sensurround, with
libations of estimable freshness and selectivity, the only
disappointment imaginable from the Snake Davis Band was that
their newest CD was not yet released.
Never mind -- the latest one, aptly titled 'The Music
Man', sold in droves, so eager was the audience to take the
music home with them. And such music, such moments, such
heart-stopping entertainment!
I couldn't tell whether it was the presence of the
saxophone master himself, universally acknowledged now up
and down the country as one of the great ones, or the
superb all-encompassing sound system, the atmospheric
lighting or the intimate stage, or a brilliant combination
of all of the above, but the fact was that the entertainment
reached heights only dreamt of in bigger metropolitan
venues.
That's the transcendent quality of the best
entertainment, after all, when venues become irrelevant,
and the music is all that is really there. And that's what
Snakey gently provided, in the most modest and unassuming
manner, letting the panoply of saxophones and the occasional
flute do his talking for him.
Meanwhile, Steve Williams, on supremely accomplished bass
guitar, created an opening in many women's hearts with his
deep, steady attack, while the stand-in organist and drummer
held their own superbly in the company of the two virtuosos.
Numbers from the CD like 'Second that emotion' and
'Between two seas' interspersed with the opener 'Love the
one you're with', 'What's up', and 'Steppin' Out'. It was
partly the sense of the familiar tunes developed with
sublimely ecstatic colourations, like newly gilded
filligrees of honeyed nectar, and partly the new adventure
growing out of traditional material, like the Irish theme in
'Taking me back', also on the CD, that overwhelmed.
Strong, exciting stuff -- so much appreciated, so loudly
and rapturously applauded, and so reciprocated by the band,
who admitted to enjoying the intimate interchange between
audience and performer that is possible in small venues like
Allendale's Village Hall.
It doesn't take much, really, to put on such shows, so
long as the promoters find the right band, and of all the
bands passing through Tynedale over the past years, perhaps
none is quite so right as the Snake Davis Band. Oh yes,
there was one other disappointment by the end of the evening
-- that would be the realisation that it will be another
year hence before we hear them here again.
Larry Winger
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