Local favorites G.G. King and tourmates King Khan and BBQ Show and Those Darlins played to a packed crowd Wednesday at The Star Bar.
I sadly missed all of G.G. King's set save half of a new song and all of "Drug Zoo." What I did hear sounded great (the soundman was an MVP the night the Yankees clinched the Series).
I didn't really get to take any good action shots of Greg, who has been in all of my photo essays that weren't about midget wrestlers, but I did catch him getting a little flustered about the wait at the crowded bar.
Those Darlins (featuring the pretty lady shown above) are labeled as a country group, but there are traces of powerpop and, if you listen to their LP, white gospel music in their sound. They brought it live Wednesday, as the girls shared vocal duties on songs about drinking, mama, front porches, trains, city boys, and stuff like that. Basically, they bring traditional sounds to the table but manage to not sound like something from your grandparents' record collection.
Here they are in action. Three ladies...
and a guy who kinda looks like Chase Utley, who hit five home runs in the before-mentioned World Series.
It was a granny panty-dropping...
hair-flopping good time.
This brilliant man, King Khan, really got the crowd hopping to some well-crafted garage rock tunes that are a little crass without being too ridiculously vulgar.
While snapping pictures of Mark Sultan, a.k.a. BBQ, it dawned on me that I have inadvertenly not given him enough credit. I've referenced this as a King Khan show in the past, but his sidekick deserves a lot of credit, too. He's as talented and creative as anyone, including his BBQ Show bandmate, and who doesn't like to hear him croon a Sultanic Verse or two?
A really moving moment came when the band covered Johnny Thunders' "You Can't Put Your Arms Around a Memory", and Clay Kilbourne from G.G. King turned an already great moment into a tribute to Khan's longtime friend, the late B. Jay Womack.
Clay took off his Bobby Ubangi shirt and held it up to Khan so he could kiss it in between verses. If you weren't dancing or dodging stray feet and elbows, you likely were touched. I certainly was, and I applaud Clay for paying such a sweet tribute to a longtime friend and former roommate.