Alive and
Picking! -
Brian Gladstone at his Very Best
Reprinted
from To-Nite Magazine November 13, 2003
by Gary
Tate - Brian Gladstone continues to fascinate, not just from a musical
standpoint, but also
because he's become a role model by showing what can be accomplished through
sheer force of will and determination. Alive and Picking, recorded live at
Convocation Hall last February as part of Toronto's annual Winterfolk
festival, is merely the latest installment in the unstoppable Gladstone
snowball.
The Gladstone master plan has been to expose his distinctive brand of quirky
but compelling Folk music to as many people as possible. The manner in which
he's done so is a story unto itself, but suffice it to say he has utilized
every imaginable tool for tapping into as many sources of publicity and
visibility as can be imagined (for incontrovertible proof check out
www.backtothedirt.com).
Yet music remains the hub of his wheel, as Brian confirms: "(It's) the
motivation for all my activities. All the other activities are merely a
vehicle to get the music out there. It's my way to create my own scene,
creating innovative channels to get my music heard as all the regular
channels were grid-locked".
On that particular cold February night, the Winterfolk warmth poured out
from the expansive Convocation Hall stage, toasting the chilliest of bones
and creating a real sense of community spirit. It was a very special
occasion indeed, as the full backup band was featured including sister
Bonnie Piper on harmony vocals, Maureen Brown on drums, Alan Soberman on
bass, and the exquisite guitar stylings of the estimable Tony Quarrington.
The result is an eight-song, 35-minute EP with an unadorned and freewheeling
sound as un-amplified as the confines of a large auditorium environment
permits. Precisely the way Brian - the master of lo-fi engineering - insists
it must always be.
The playful, and oftentimes bizarre lyrics of "Betty Two Shoes" and "The
Black Bearded Wonder" never get burdened by any over-the-top theatrics; they
always retain their understated folksy charm, perfectly reflecting Brian's
laid back personality. Making predictions may be the height of conceit, yet
I'll go out on the proverbial limb and prophesize that "I Like Me" will go
on to be Brian's most enduring creation, simply because its theme of
self-worth strikes such a universal chord. It is a definite pinnacle on
Alive and Picking.
The guitar plucking is a treat unto itself, so while "Caren 42" remains one
of the most sensitive and mystical of Gladstone's compositions, it also acts
as the takeoff site for some thrilling cascading guitar work, thanks to the
superb acoustic interplay between Gladstone and Quarrington. I wouldn't mind
spending an entire evening listening to these 6-string wonders just playing
their respective instruments - much like they do on "Somebody Stole My Gal".
"Ashphalt Cowboy", the leadoff track, is another finger- picking
extravaganza that takes sly delight in exposing the phoniness and
superficiality at the heart of the Nashville myth. "Jamie Lynn" is one of 4
selections on Alive and Picking from Brian's exceptional 2001 release
Psychedelic Pholk Psongs, which has garnered worldwide airplay and given him
credibility as a top-tier Folk artist. "Jamie Lynn" is a special song about
an exceptional woman who chooses the path of deceit and it leaves no doubt
that when Brian's at the top of his game, comparisons to Dylan, Cohen,
Prine, and Mississippi John Hurt aren't out of line.
Gladstone is an intensely personal writer, yet his songs are accessible to
the listener because of his honesty, his dedication to his craft and his
varied musings on a wide assortment of subjects. Combine it all with an
intrinsic sense of melody, an always impeccable supporting cast, and it's
little wonder his audiences are delighted on so many levels. It's this
eclectic spirit that's at the forefront of Brian's very unique take on life
and Alive and Picking confirms that Brian Gladstone -psychedelic pholkie -
can also do it where it really matters: In front of the real pholk. |