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Bunny Wailer @ Catalyst 4/16/16 - Drunk Monk - 04-18-2016
I've reviewed four Bunny Wailer performances here already, but not a new one in a half decade. All those reviews are about how he's still got it. And last Saturday, now at 69, he's still got it. He's the last standing Wailer and he always gets me.
Two local bands opened. Yeshua was a 6 or 8 piece, which was too many pieces for the lackluster CA reggae sound they were trying to make. Their guitarist was a Gilmour wannabee, but they had an ok percussionist, ala batucada. Pure Roots was second. They had a nice heavy sound with a ska-attired lead and an old guest rasta singer in a bowler. I think their band was even bigger but they had a much deeper sound.
Bunny did his usual schtick - Solomonic warmed us up and then Bunny entered to nyabinghi drumming (Rastaman Chant, as usual). Then they launched into two solid hours of tunes with hardly a break, just lightning fast riddem changes between songs, ending with some BMW tunes. We situated ourselves about 3 back from the rail, where amazingly enough, there was plenty of dancing room. This show was supposed to happen last week in Salinas at some Bar and Grill but that fell apart as Reggae shows often do, and it was hastily reschedule for the Catalyst (which is becoming more of a dive each time I go) so the attendance was full, but not packed tight. I ran into a mom of one of T's good high school friends - we've crossed paths at Reggaes before, but this time we hung out - it was her, her boyfriend, me and my partner-in-crime Puga. Great show. BIG BASE. It restored my faith in rasta.
I had a shot of JD for my dad as it was the 2nd anniversary of his passing. It struck me how odd it would seem to him for me to toast him there. We never really discussed reggae to my memory. He had a hard enough time trying to comprehend the Grateful Dead. He was into Johnny Cash, Glen Campbell and Nat King Cole. Reggae just wasn't in his vocabulary.
On the walk home, there were several cop cars on Broadway and the cops were out with flashlights, searching behind bushes. Puga and I looked pretty sketchy, but they didn't bother us. Yesterday night, the cops shut down the 3 blocks around my house trying to catch a perp who had runaway from a stolen car. It was late, and Stacy was trying to come home after a long day at work with her private clients over the hill, but the cops blocked her off. There was a robocop phone alert that told us to lock our doors, stay inside and dial 911 if anything suspicious happened. I was home with Tara, who was playing minecraft online with her friends. Jingles and I stood guard. I thought about getting out a sword, but my elbow is still messed up and it would probably get me shot anyway. One of the dozen cop cars was in shouting distance, so it wasn't that bad. Don't know if they caught the perp.