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June 27, 2007
This was a big treat for me. I’d been trying for quite a while to get to what is becoming a regular showcase for Amy Regan at the historic Bitter End (147 Bleecker St, NYC). The club boasts being the oldest rock club in the city. Think of any legendary name in rock history and chances are they’ve played here. And the club continues to showcase hot, new talent. Some are destined for greatness and Amy is one of those for sure. I’ve written before on my own site about how I love Amy’s songs just from the times I've seen her alone with a guitar in Hoboken. I bragged to anyone who'd listen about the beauty and honesty in her words and music. Her songs keep you riveted thanks to a quiet simplicity and a remarkable maturity in such a young artist. Amy revealed yet another side of her commanding talent when she sat behind the piano for the few songs. Joining her tonight was Eshy Gazit on bass and Patrick Carmichael on drums. In his home country of Israel, Eshy cut his teeth with some of the country’s most popular musicians. Since coming to NYC in 2005 he has played on many fine projects including Aria, Climb and World of Otis. For the past ten years Patrick has performed with the likes of Woody Allen's Jazz Band, Bill Haley's Comets and The Lion King on Broadway. Their contributions added a firm pedestal on which Amy's work could shine. There would be a pattern of proud fathers tonight as I had the pleasure of meeting Amy’s dad who is—quite understandably—very proud of his daughter. Also at the show was my buddy and fellow performer Troy Wise who pointed out the cleverness behind Amy’s work as he saw it. The fact is, all songs have a certain structure that defines the pop-ness of it. Amy tends to toy with that throwing in subtle twists and turns. So subtle that, though the listener can sense it, it's on a subconscious level and never feels uneasy or contrived. After watching the show, snapping some photos and ordering drinks, I noticed our server had this look of familiarity. You know when you catch a glimpse of mutual recognition in someone's eyes from across a room but its root is not immediately defined? All it took was her walking over and saying, “Hey, I know you,” to remind me. Her name is Anna and I met her at Union Hall in Brooklyn. I was there to see the band Stand. Her leg was in a cast and we joked about the very large brass elephant on the bar. At the end of the night, Troy and I stepped out into the rain on our way back to Hoboken. We kept talking about Amy’s music and stopped for some pizza in between quelling rumors he had heard about me. No need to reveal the details here other than to say they came from a most unreliable source. The whole thing made us laugh and neither the bitter words of small people nor the rain could dampen the end of this fun night. Links:
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