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Review: Blues bonanza
For brother Myers, headliners strike up a hearty jam
10:22 AM CDT on Sunday, August 28, 2005
By THOR CHRISTENSEN / The Dallas Morning News
The Sam Myers benefit show Friday night at the Granada Theater wasn't as huge as Eric Clapton's Crossroads Festival at the Cotton Bowl last summer, but the goal was the same: Put a bunch of seasoned blues men together, stand back and let 'em rip.
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Anson Funderburgh (left) and Jimmie Vaughan teamed up Friday at the Granada Theater for harmonica ace Sam Myers.
And on a small scale, the fireworks were every bit as impressive.
The show paid tribute to Mr. Myers, the 69-year-old Dallas singer and harmonica ace for Anson Funderburgh & the Rockets who's recovering from throat cancer.
He isn't a household name, but he is a minor blues legend. Mr. Clapton and Robert Cray have recorded his songs. And Friday's show featured performances by such well-known admirers as Jimmie Vaughan and Delbert McClinton. Blues legend Little Milton, one of Mr. Myers' pals, had been on the bill before he died Aug. 4 of a brain aneurysm.
Dallas singer and harmonica player Hash Brown and guitarist Mike Morgan kicked off the five-hour marathon with separate sets, then teamed up for a brief, spirited jam. Anson & the Rockets followed with some impeccable jump blues. The only thing that could possibly have made it better would have been an appearance by Mr. Myers, whose voice is still too hoarse to sing.
The capacity crowd finally erupted when Mr. Vaughan came out and joined the Rockets. Stevie Ray's big brother has been friends with Mr. Funderburgh since they played together on the Fabulous Thunderbirds' 1981 album Butt Rockin'. And hearing them trade solos on "D/FW" and "Six Strings Down" reminded you how similar their styles really are. They're both masters of minimalism – no need to play a dozen notes when three will do just fine – and they gelled so perfectly Friday night you'd swear they'd been bandmates for years.
Yet Mr. Vaughan was clearly the star. Playing his guitar behind his head in "Boom-Bapa-Boom," a la fellow Oak Cliffer T-Bone Walker, he had the crowd stoked. When he wondered aloud how many fans were from Oak Cliff, the whole theater roared.
It was Saturday morning by the time Mr. McClinton joined Mr. Vaughan and the Rockets, and he wasted no time leading a crash course in blues history. With the singer/harmonica player acting as the maestro, the crew blasted through standard after standard: "Further On Up the Road," "Don't Start Me Talking," "Dust My Broom," and "Little Red Rooster."
It was airtight but still unpredictable, with Mr. McClinton deciding at the last second who'd play the next solo. The biggest surprise came near the end of the set, when Mr. Myers appeared, harmonica in hand, and blew a furious solo that put Mr. McClinton's earlier harp solos to shame.
In a raspy whisper of a voice, Mr. Myers thanked the crowd for coming, but quickly clammed up and dove back into the music. It was an apt finale to a tribute show that had nothing to do with speeches or stories and everything to do with old friends playing the blues.
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