Save The Last Dance For Me
January 29, 2011 by Post Team
Save The Last Dance For Me, When you see Smith live on quickly realizes that although his songs can be discreet, you’re not in a quiet evening watching the ground reflection of lost loves. Smith has a knack for livening the place between songs with jokes, stories, jokes and personal. During this show, he even left the right time, and apparently unplanned, including a cover made of perfectly placed opening verse and chorus of George Michael “Faith” before playing his, “Baby I’m so sad, “a slow motion” Save the Last Dance for Me “and the creepy, oddly placed, and hilarious version of The Misfits” One Last Caress. ”
Overall, Smith and his band are a pleasure to watch on stage. They are all close friends and played music together for years. They are tight, talented, and entertaining. Smith has a charming manner that invites quiet scene quickly, and you cannot help but stay with him. His songs are at all times, funny and sad, and the crowd was eating every word. My suggestion would be to catch up when you can last before he steps into the spotlight and it becomes more difficult to do.
Shortly after the ladies left the stage, Sad Brad Smith took the stage only for quick installation in his solo before joining the group. Whole solo, Smith played in stripped versions of songs on the new album and old titles. Between songs Smith has been entertaining and enlightening-a direct contrast to his material a little melancholy and dark. Smith has been cleared and aware of how much of a downer songs can be said to the crowd of family, friends and supporters as well: “It’s fun is not it?” After a few slow airs.
After his solo set, which included his hit up in the Air “Help Yourself” and a cover of “wash water” by Peter Gabriel, he took a short break before returning with his band. With four members of his group contend, Smith listened with another set of songs from the new album (“Shooting Star”, “Sure,” “Training for Love”), old songs, and blankets. Smith brings a band new life to his dark pieces, giving them a brisk pace, as Smith is smooth, baritone old soul.
Sad Brad Smith is on the verge of stardom. With a song critical and fan favorite in a Hollywood film and interviews and coverage of major newspapers including the LA Times and USA Today, Smith is just steps away from frail a great thing. The local Chicago singer / songwriter looking to take these steps with the release of his new album, Love Is Not What You Need, another album on the road this year, and a big boost with a local tour in the works. This past cold, snowy Chicago Sunday, Smith brought his brand of folk sad-yet-deadpan laugh at Schubas small scene “with some friends in the celebration of the vinyl release of his new album, and has been an incredible spectacle mixed with new songs, old songs, and some well chosen covers.
Opening the evening was Chicago-based trio Midnight Moxie. These well-dressed and well-drunk girls proved to be a serial killer rock doo-wop years 50/60 was damn charming and toe tappingly good. Sisters Meg and Nia O’Reilly Almonds and longtime friend Sarah Chang Midnight Moxie formed in 2009 and have since played shows all over town. Their gaming experience lives and witness to the close friendship on stage. They have great chemistry, and between songs the ladies were delightfully entertaining. Their night together Sunday consisted of original songs that are catchy, fun and very well designed. Some songs were odes beautiful love, and some were angry; love-rockers despise all the facts you want to dance. The ladies are smooth harmonies and fantastic musicianship. They settled between bass, guitar, piano and percussion throughout the game, and all three were great on every instrument. The set ends with a fantastic fusion of an original song and REO Speedwagon for “I can not fight this Feeling anymore” which put a cap on a perfect set of living.
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