Mike Gordon | 06.30 | Northampton
By Team JamBase Jul 11, 2008 • 2:10 pm PDT

Mike Gordon :: 06.30.08 :: The Iron Horse :: Northampton, MA
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Over the years I’ve learned to trust Mike’s good taste, so when Bow Thayer & The Perfect Trainwreck launched a blazing banjo hootenanny to open, it didn’t surprise me in the least. A four-piece from Vermont, the band passes instruments with the best in down home stomp-rock. It’s no wonder they’ve found another ally in Levon Helm, who would host them a couple nights later for his 100th Midnight Ramble.
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His wasn’t the only bobbing head owned by a Gordon, however. In the balcony, Mike’s father was in attendance. Having grown up only a short distance from Northampton, Mike’s choice to premier his new band in this venue gave it a discernibly homey quality. After world tours and festival heroics, Mike was visibly excited to introduce new friends and new tunes (whose titles remained ambiguous throughout). Gordon’s dad appeared, likewise, charmed to see his son back in his element.
From a quirky, atonal intro, the second tune broke into a vocal strut, like a greasy “Halley’s Comet.” It was here that Scott Murawski, the egregiously underrated Max Creek guitarist, let his chops shine through. Armed with a Paul Languedoc custom hollow body and a tone not so dissimilar from another Languedoc-slinger, Murawski systematically deranged his blues phraseology to fit the cubist funk lines Mike provided. The whole thing dissolved into an oblique piano solo from Tom Cleary before clattering into a coda.
After rolling up his t-shirt sleeves, Cactus made his triumphant return with a country ballad. He crooned about how funny love can be before Cleary drove the lilt into a sleek fusion vamp. Knowingly smooth, it felt like the tropical level of a racecar videogame.
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After a full-throttle rendition of The Beatles’ “She Said She Said,” a refracted breakdown and triumphant return to the refrain, “I know what it is to be dead,” Mike threw some dorky high-fives and stepped forward to address the crowd. He told the story of driving to Murawski’s house with a bunch of basslines he figured would be too hard to sing over. With the band assembled and the project coming together, though, he was overcome with “intense thankfulness, happiness, and jubilation.” It was kind of like, he said, falling in love.
It only took a few moments for the band to return after the end of their set. From the first notes a cheer went up for what everyone was secretly hoping to hear. With “Meat,” the band dipped deftly into one of the quirkier regions of the Phish catalog. Having stuck the angular outro, the band launched a rocker that pushed Murawski up and over the top to end the night.
Maybe it’s been a Bush-administration thing, but these past few years have felt really dark. It would be crazy to think that one bassist alone could pull us out of this, but Mike Gordon’s music certainly provides the sort of elevation we need right now. And if we can read his grooves like tea leaves, there may be hope for us yet.
Mike Gordon tour dates available here.
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