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Myth-making and myth-busting is what the blues
has always been about." Moreland & Arbuckle bring that to the Utah Arts Festival this year with their roots and blues approach.
Rhythm and Blues
Thursday 9:00 – 9:45 PM
Park Stage
Bio taken from Moreland & Arbuckle website (written by Dave Rubin, Guitar Edge Magazine)
Myth-making and myth-busting is what the blues
has always been about. For example: There are intersections where roads
cross in the rural South, but there is no “crossroads.” The roots of
the blues originate in Africa, but the music did not exist until the
African and Anglo traditions met and commingled in post-Civil War
America. The death of the blues gets predicted with numbing repetition,
but then is regularly “reborn” for an audience hungry for spiritual
nourishment.
The great state of Kansas is best known for producing “Dorothy” and a
bombastic rock band in the 1970s. Until now. Enter Moreland &
Arbuckle fresh from the heartland with their hair-raising mix of
stomping Mississippi Hill Country, Delta and rural blues. Reaching the
finals at the 2005 International Blues Competition in Memphis allowed
them to bust out of their regional confines after performing together
for only three years, and since then the dynamic duo have taken their
emotionally searing music around the world.
Guitarist Aaron “Chainsaw” Moreland was born on December 16, 1974 in
Emporia, Kansas. His father played and his son’s earliest memories are
of hearing 8-track tapes of Kiss and Led Zeppelin records. As he grew,
Moreland felt compelled to become a musician as his only option and
began playing guitar at 15, serving his apprenticeship in rock bands
until hearing Son House seven years later. His total immersion in the
rawest prewar blues even extends to his choice of instruments that
include a fretless, four-string “cigar box” guitar that contains a bass
string, a National Steel and a funky old parlor guitar.
Singer and harp blower Dustin Arbuckle was born in Wichita, Kansas on
December 25, 1981 and experienced a parallel upbringing with his
musician father and singing from a very early age. He also followed his
muse to play at 15 after hearing Elmore James and B.B. King, though the
blues harp lessons would become his vocation. Prior to their current
incarnation, Arbuckle and Moreland also had an electric quartet called
the King Snakes that was reduced to an acoustic duo after shedding
bassists once too often.
Two previous CDs, the acoustic Caney Valley Blues (2005) and electric
Floyd’s Market (2006) preceded their NorthernBlues debut 1861, named
for the year Kansas joined the Union. Track 1 is a rafter-shaking
version of Hound Dog Taylor’s “Gonna Send You Back to Georgia”
featuring Moreland’s thundering slide and Arbuckle’s muscular vocal
exhortations. The band roars and whispers through nine originals in
addition to R.L. Burnside’s “See My Jumper Hangin’ Out on the Line” and
Ryan Taylor’s “Pittsburgh in the Morning, Philadelphia at Night.” With
drummer Brad Horner rounding them out to an electric trio and guests
Jeffrey Eaton (homemade, one-string “gas tank bass”) and Chris Wiser’s
(Hammond B-3 organ) presence on a few tracks, the variety is
delectable. “Fishin’ Hole” is all sunshine as it lopes along with an
infectious rhythm and a lyric inspired by Moreland taking his sons
fishing. “Tell Me Why,” by contrast, pays homage to Mississippi Fred
McDowell with a dark and foreboding groove that later reaches a
chilling crescendo in the menacing “Diamond Ring” that likewise laments
lost love. Moreland’s acoustic picking on “Teasin’ Doney” would do
Reverend Robert Wilkins proud, while Arbuckle creatively channels Jimmy
Reed vocally and instrumentally on the electric boogie shuffle “Please,
Please Mammy.”
Rare are the young contemporary blues cats that can convincingly evoke
primal country blues without being mere dilettantes. Perhaps Aaron
Moreland explains it best when he describes what he and Dustin Arbuckle
express as, “Life experiences, emotive musical overtones and rhythms,
honest and heartfelt music…raw, stripped down, primal and sincere.”
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