Here's something you might be interested in.
Ask a Hipster — Advice you didn't know you needed
Big Screen — Movie commentary
Blurt — Music's inside track
Booze News — San Diego spirits
Classical Music — Immortal beauty
Classifieds — Free and easy
Cover Stories — Front-page features
Drinks All Around — Bartenders' drink recipes
Excerpts — Literary and spiritual excerpts
Feast! — Food & drink reviews
Feature Stories — Local news & stories
Fishing Report — What’s getting hooked from ship and shore
From the Archives — Spotlight on the past
Golden Dreams — Talk of the town
The Gonzo Report — Making the musical scene, or at least reporting from it
Letters — Our inbox
Movies@Home — Local movie buffs share favorites
Movie Reviews — Our critics' picks and pans
Musician Interviews — Up close with local artists
Neighborhood News from Stringers — Hyperlocal news
News Ticker — News & politics
Obermeyer — San Diego politics illustrated
Outdoors — Weekly changes in flora and fauna
Overheard in San Diego — Eavesdropping illustrated
Poetry — The old and the new
Reader Travel — Travel section built by travelers
Reading — The hunt for intellectuals
Roam-O-Rama — SoCal's best hiking/biking trails
San Diego Beer — Inside San Diego suds
SD on the QT — Almost factual news
Sheep and Goats — Places of worship
Special Issues — The best of
Street Style — San Diego streets have style
Surf Diego — Real stories from those braving the waves
Theater — On stage in San Diego this week
Tin Fork — Silver spoon alternative
Under the Radar — Matt Potter's undercover work
Unforgettable — Long-ago San Diego
Unreal Estate — San Diego's priciest pads
Your Week — Daily event picks
John Jorgenson Quintet at AMSD
John Jorgenson’s one of those guitarists with an astonishing facility, a modern performer capable of firing off lightning-fast Danny Gatton licks without a second thought, or of mastering Django Reinhardt licks using only two fingers. If memory serves, he once told me that he glued a finger or two to his palm, rendering them unusable (as were Reinhardt’s fingers, due to scarring from a fire). Jorgenson did this when he was tapped to play the guitar parts for the soundtrack of the Reinhardt biopic Head in the Clouds. It was seen as a step toward authenticity. But Jorgenson is good at mimicking just about anything else he sets his mind to. His gig credits include Barbra Streisand, Bob Dylan, Bonnie Raitt, Earl Scruggs, Luciano Pavarotti — pretty much anybody.
I’ve never thought of Jorgenson as a blood-lusty rocker, what with his squeaky-clean image, but he did back Elton John for half a dozen years, and he cofounded a rocking Fender Telecaster guitar band called the Hellecasters. He likewise played in the Desert Rose band with an ex–San Diegan named Chris Hillman. Jorgenson is currently touring behind a pair of new records on which he plays every kind of music, from rock to classical to bluegrass. He also sings and plays clarinet.
But I wonder what Jorgenson really sounds like. I’m not referring to his tone or to his chops or such. This is more a thought about what personal music may be inside his heart. Does he ever play from that sacred space? I think listeners are so dazzled with the parlor-trickery of his guitar that I doubt anyone has ever required him to. By the end of a day, can an audience even tell the difference? And does anyone care? Likely not. He is fretboard perfection. He shreds. And in most circles, that’s good enough.
John Jorgenson Quintet: Acoustic Music San Diego, Saturday, January 26, 7:30 p.m. 619-303-8176. $22/$49.
Here's something you might be interested in.
John Jorgenson Quintet at AMSD
John Jorgenson Quintet at AMSD
John Jorgenson’s one of those guitarists with an astonishing facility, a modern performer capable of firing off lightning-fast Danny Gatton licks without a second thought, or of mastering Django Reinhardt licks using only two fingers. If memory serves, he once told me that he glued a finger or two to his palm, rendering them unusable (as were Reinhardt’s fingers, due to scarring from a fire). Jorgenson did this when he was tapped to play the guitar parts for the soundtrack of the Reinhardt biopic Head in the Clouds. It was seen as a step toward authenticity. But Jorgenson is good at mimicking just about anything else he sets his mind to. His gig credits include Barbra Streisand, Bob Dylan, Bonnie Raitt, Earl Scruggs, Luciano Pavarotti — pretty much anybody.
I’ve never thought of Jorgenson as a blood-lusty rocker, what with his squeaky-clean image, but he did back Elton John for half a dozen years, and he cofounded a rocking Fender Telecaster guitar band called the Hellecasters. He likewise played in the Desert Rose band with an ex–San Diegan named Chris Hillman. Jorgenson is currently touring behind a pair of new records on which he plays every kind of music, from rock to classical to bluegrass. He also sings and plays clarinet.
But I wonder what Jorgenson really sounds like. I’m not referring to his tone or to his chops or such. This is more a thought about what personal music may be inside his heart. Does he ever play from that sacred space? I think listeners are so dazzled with the parlor-trickery of his guitar that I doubt anyone has ever required him to. By the end of a day, can an audience even tell the difference? And does anyone care? Likely not. He is fretboard perfection. He shreds. And in most circles, that’s good enough.
John Jorgenson Quintet: Acoustic Music San Diego, Saturday, January 26, 7:30 p.m. 619-303-8176. $22/$49.
Comments