Monday, January 7, 2013
If you come to The Buttonwood Tree often, as I do, there is often a reward. Great music. Traditional, jazzy, eclectic or sometimes undefinable, like the Tree, a category by itself. If you came for Two Virgins you were ambushed. Regular looking guys it seemed. Instead, taken in by musicians who would pour everything they had onto the stage and into the laps of an unsuspecting listener. They wrote all the songs. A few by Tom Mooney pushed me back into my seat like a raggedly powerful Jagger/Richards composition. Each guy on the stage had his own aura, each one could have performed solo. Together they were completely unpretentious, viscerally engaging. If you came with a date you had to have a great time and if you came stag. . . you'll know better next time.