Labor Of Love Monday August 5, 2002 Ezra Reich @ The Living Room, Stanton & Allen , NYC Marika "Devil will use my hands Like a blind man with a gun." -Ezra Reich It's early for me, still daylight even, 8pm and I'm exactly on time to catch Ezra and his paired down miscreants. It's rare that I'm on time. Ezra is pacing outside The Living Room, "Where is everyone?" "I'm sure the place will fill up once you start playing." "Yeah," still nervous, "yeah, I guess we'll start." I know it's hard to get up and play a energetic set in front of a nearly empty room, it takes more courage than being in front of a packed house at times. The faces aren't faceless. They have faces and names, that are familiar and you know personally. So, I give a mound of respect to the early scheduled act. The band he describes as 'paired down', are anything but miscreants, and sound fuller than some bands with a shitload of effects. Eric Starr dressed with the air of a young , dapper, gentleman, elegantly brushing the snare, always with a smile. Kevin McCuen ( please forgive my spelling)sporting a black satin shirt with jewel encrusted guitars and twangy refrains. Ezra is the picture of domestic bliss gone painfully awry, wearing a wife beater with an army emblem, a tiny guitar strapped across his chest. Strumming urban cowboy melodies, and having a good time doing it has it's draw. Cynical New Yorkers and idlers start trickling in and mid-set the cramped bar is half full, yet Ezra (and the band) maintain professionalism. Sure, he's happier now that he has an audience, yet I feel a true performer can make you feel like only you matter (no matter how many people are in the room). He is heartfelt, true and his music is tangible. Like sitting around a campfire waiting for s'mores. His sincerity was worth being on time for. COPYRIGHT Labor Of Love 2002 |
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Labor Of Love Monday August 5, 2002 Ezra Reich @ The Living Room, Stanton & Allen , NYC Marika "Devil will use my hands Like a blind man with a gun." -Ezra Reich It's early for me, still daylight even, 8pm and I'm exactly on time to catch Ezra and his paired down miscreants. It's rare that I'm on time. Ezra is pacing outside The Living Room, "Where is everyone?" "I'm sure the place will fill up once you start playing." "Yeah," still nervous, "yeah, I guess we'll start." I know it's hard to get up and play a energetic set in front of a nearly empty room, it takes more courage than being in front of a packed house at times. The faces aren't faceless. They have faces and names, that are familiar and you know personally. So, I give a mound of respect to the early scheduled act. The band he describes as 'paired down', are anything but miscreants, and sound fuller than some bands with a shitload of effects. Eric Starr dressed with the air of a young , dapper, gentleman, elegantly brushing the snare, always with a smile. Kevin McCuen ( please forgive my spelling)sporting a black satin shirt with jewel encrusted guitars and twangy refrains. Ezra is the picture of domestic bliss gone painfully awry, wearing a wife beater with an army emblem, a tiny guitar strapped across his chest. Strumming urban cowboy melodies, and having a good time doing it has it's draw. Cynical New Yorkers and idlers start trickling in and mid-set the cramped bar is half full, yet Ezra (and the band) maintain professionalism. Sure, he's happier now that he has an audience, yet I feel a true performer can make you feel like only you matter (no matter how many people are in the room). He is heartfelt, true and his music is tangible. Like sitting around a campfire waiting for s'mores. His sincerity was worth being on time for. COPYRIGHT Labor Of Love 2002 |
