The slight return of Chavez and the fist of Tarver

LIVE BAND REVIEW: We know it is going to be a momentary thing. We know if we want to live for another chance. This was it – sorry baltimore and chicago you lost again. The time to experience the sonic bliss was now; already yesterday. The drumming of The James Low does not even have a suitable metaphor –it is just uncharted. We put up with the bassplayer just got off a plane jokes. The chance to hear a live set(1 of 3) mixed by Bob Weston was worth the price of admission — quality control- check. It was good to see these influencers of influencers. It was not perfect but so damn close to it; we wouldn’t have it any other way. Deep down we hope there is more than a box-set for the men of chavez but we know. They know what is best. So we wait and talk of the sausage fest. The next time it comes-up. We can say again, ,remember when we drank polish beer at Warsaw in Brooklyn and saw Chavez in 2006 and we ran into: walt of Aviso’Hara, those drinking bastardsPilot to Gunner, Morgan, Brian, Scott, Steve, Jen, etc. We hope the legacy and tradition continues; as the chavez brand of indie is in the same vain that howlin wolf inspired the rolling stones. They rose the proverbial bar. This we are certain of.