Venue: One Longfellow Square, Portland, ME ~ August 24, 2013 ~
It had been a while since we hadventured out for a concert, so the idea of hearing some gypsy jazz was just the thing. We found that One Longfellow Square had set up tables and chairs which created a cozy cabaret feeling. We found seats but the place filled up quickly, and soon three men took the stage.
The lead guitarist was a strongly built man named Richard Sheppard, who seemed like he had been playing guitar since he was a little boy. Jack Soref was a quick-fingered man with a gentle soul, who played mostly rhythm guitar, although he and Richard traded off throughout the evening. Michael Harrist looked young but turned out to be an extremely capable stand-up bassist.
The show was vigorous and hypnotic. Original tunes and standards flowed into a kind of gypsy-manouche-lava of music. Among them was “Brazil”and “I’ll See You in My Dreams”, which they mentioned was George Harrison’s favorite song. There were songs and rhythms ala Antonio Carlos Jobim, as well as Django Reinhardt, and many lovely songs penned by Richard Sheppard.
Peter and I had just finished a long, hard day and found ourselves closing our eyes and flying off into a string-induced dream-scape. The more they played, the more united, joyful and intuitive they became. That kind of music takes on a life of its own which is thoroughly experiential. The band responds to the audience, the audience responds to the band, and the intense rhythms become the bower of an almost supernatural journey.
Richard is an aggressive, percussive guitarist, his fingers are like little hammers; and the group was like a small flock of birds, flying this way, that way, back again, far away, melding and separating, settling in trees, flying off, and then settling again. Peter thought he was the fastest guitarist he had ever heard.
The music reminded me of dark wood, dark red wine, smoky fires, and at times felt train-like. Then it was suddenly over. We emerged from our trance and felt like we were floating six inches above the floor. We drove home and I wondered, was that a dream? They were incredible!
Kim lives in Maine, which is lovely, and where she continues her enthusiastic relationship with Art, Music, Nature, Books, Animals, Humor and Trees.