Well, I saw a band named after one of this country’s highly underrated writers. I went to college with Oakley Hall’s daughter, and while I haven’t seen her since college, I haven’t forgotten her; she was one of those lovely souls you meet in life, if you’re lucky.
Oakley Hall (the band) played a dynamite set at Sound Fix Records this afternoon. They made an instant convert out of me today. I’m listening to one of their CDs before I head over to Manhattan. I’ve been seeing a lot of acoustic music lately so it was a good change to see a band that plugs in and rocks out.
They play driving, emotional music, reminding me of what it would be like if a folk group plugged in. Their songs have a sincerity that evokes some of this country’s great traditional music without sounding like they’re copying anything. I’m very impressed with what I saw and heard this afternoon.
The embarrassment of riches that is the music scene in Brooklyn just gained one more member. It’s getting to the point that I can’t step outside without running into good music. Here’s to the hope that this situation never changes.
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