Posts Tagged ‘Jason Karaban’


October 5, 2012

Karaban himself admitted during a live show that this cover looks similar to that of someone performing a bodily function. If you have the intelligence to find this page, you can figure out what that bodily function is. Photo courtesy of Ascend Records.

The background behind Jason Karaban coming into my line of vision (or auditory sense) was seeing him and Jim Boggia doing an opening set for Sam Llanas at the Rockwood Music Hall on September 12, 2012.  Usually you see an opening act and think “Oh gawd, how long am I going to have to suffer through this act?”  The truth of the matter was, the evening began with a young lady singing and playing piano with a guitarist accompanying her.  In true opening act fashion, the house was empty near the end of her set, and her mix was faulty, as the guitarist often got lost in the mix.

Once the female-led duo left the stage, we decided to settle into a front row for Mr. Llanas’ set.  Before that, we were treated to the song and comedy of Jason Karaban and Jim Boggia.  Boggia came off like a comedian immediately.  Joking and interacting with the crowd.  Karaban was equally funny but a bit more demure in demeanor.  But the voice coming from Karaban was honest, and very evocative of another artist who does well in scaled-down, intimate settings, Mark Mulcahy.

While some of the material Karaban played that night does come from his album, we are going to focus on the CD, SHiFT.  I may recall the songs that were played live, but that will be the only comparison to the live performance I will try to make with this review.  It’s all about the product…

But I will say it is a bit of a diversion of process as I am usually exposed to the artist via a product (disc) first, then go to see them at a show, sometimes scaled down.  So this is a departure…

Let’s board, shall we?



September 24, 2012

Sam Llanas (left) and Doug Vincent (right); co-performers of A Day For Grace. Photo by Matthew Staver

AUTHOR’S NOTE:  The themes and language contained in the following play review are best suited towards a mature audience.  We at BouleBlog strongly suggest that readers under the age of 16 please consult your parents or guardian adults regarding the content and if it is proper for the viewing of minors in the household.  Thank you.

We are spreading our wings here at BouleBlog.  This is our first play review!!!  I can hear the nay-sayers now…  “What does he know about plays?  He’s JUST a musician…”  Yeah, just a musician.  The first flaw in that thinking is, I have spent some (academic) time doing theater.  So I can actually speak some of the lingo, blocking, direction, lighting, cues, etc.  Annette Palutis, you should be proud…

From the pre-show buzz, this promises to be interesting.  The basics of the story are, it is about the son of an alcoholic who is expecting the birth of his first child.  Touchy subject, alcoholism.  It hits close to home.  My best thing to ever happen to me did not see her mother for the last 18 years of her mom’s life as her mother preferred drinking over the company of the woman who was ostensibly her only surviving child.  My best thing has issues with abandonment.  This may be out-of-line, but part of the reason I separated from the syndication was to get down in the trenches.  If getting in those trenches means telling the story of my best thing and how she, as a five year old girl, watched her father suffer a cerebral hemorrhage and drop in front of her eyes only a to die a few days later, so be it.

My personal experience with alcoholism brings me back to the last time I saw my father in the house I grew up in New Jersey.  Ah, fond memories of Muzz (that’s what we called him, not dad, not father, but a nickname given to him by his friends because of his stylish upper lip warmer) gripping me by the collar of my shirt on either side of my neck, slamming me against the double door refrigerator DEMANDING that I tell him I loved him.

I can assure you I didn’t.

But as most victims of alcohol abuse can tell you, I did what was demanded of me (self preservation).  I saw my father once more before alcohol consumption took him at age 55.  At my brother’s wedding.  My brother’s wife was smart, she saw him going down the same road, so she left him!  My brother would drown shortly later in an alcohol-related boating accident.  So I am not unfamiliar with the irreversible damage alcohol abuse can do.

But A Day For Grace is also a comedy!  Huh???



September 17, 2012

Brilliant balladeer Sam Llanas looks deep into the soul of the camera, and sings to the depth of the heart. Photo by Lynn Vala

The Rockwood Music Hall couldn’t possibly be a more intimate venue.  Having arrived early, once the beginning act of the show concludes, we are then entertained by Californian Jason Karaban (the venue was intimate enough that I saw his driver’s license, as well as returned Mr. Karaban’s capo to him after it slipped off the neck of his guitar and out of his hand).

We are also highly chuffed that we will be meeting Mr. Doug Vincent, author of “A Day For Grace” (which will be explored in more detail in a future review, yes, now that we are on our own, no more record store influence, we can review plays, musical instruments, pop culture, the future is wide open, so stay tuned!).  The confusing part for me was, will this be the Sam Llanas solo show, or will it be “A Day For Grace”.  I was confused until I saw the marquee at the Rockwood.  This was Mr. Llanas’ baby.


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