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May 24

The Burnt Sugar Repertory Arkestra

Con The Burnt Sugar, Sex Race Hoodoo y The Steely Dan Conductions A Hipster Carnivalesque in Post Soul Vernacular en (le) poisson rouge


Jueves 24 de Mayo de 2012 a las 18:30


(le) poisson rouge
158 Bleecker Street, New York, 10012, United States

Tel.: 212-505-FISH


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Featured Guest Siren: Vinia Mojica
Creative Direction/MD Vernon Reid
Creative MisDirection Greg Tate
Executive Producer Jared Michael Nickerson

VOCALS: Lisala, Mikel Banks, Karma Mayet Johnson, Shelley Nicole, Vinia Mojica
HORNS V.: Jeffrey Smith - tenor sax, Lewis 'Flip' Barnes - trumpet, 'Moist' Paula Henderson - bari sax, Dave 'Smoota' Smith - trombone
GUITARS: Andre Lassalle, Ben Tyree, Vernon Reid
KEYS: Leon Gruenbaum
BASSL Jared Michael Nickerson
DRUMS: LaFrae Sci

Pretzel Logic - Monkey In Your Soul - Any World That I'm Welcome To - Haitian Divorce - The Fez - Deacon Blues - Any Major Dude - Black Cow Show Biz Kidz - Third World Man - Kid Charlemagne - Do It Again

The Burnt Sugar Repertory Arkestra presents: Any World (That I'm Welcome to) Sex Race Hoodoo

Founded by mon­ster bassist Jared Nick­er­son and Vil­lage Voice icon Greg Tate in 1999, Burnt Sugar the Arkestra Cham­ber is a sprawl­ing band of musi­cians whose prodi­gious per­son­nel allows them to freely jug­gle a wide swath of the exper­i­men­tal soul-jazz-hip hop spectrum.

The Steely Dan Conductions A Hipster Carnivalesque in Post Soul Vernacular
special guest Melvin Van Peebles widLaxative

A tantalizingly brief Melvin Van Peebles cameo, with the Burnt Sugar members who also make up his funk band widLaxative, was another unexpected treat. Van Peebles’ filmmaking may have overshadowed his music, but give him a microphone and he becomes one of the funniest men alive, just as he was when he was making albums like What the Fuck You Mean I Can’t Sing? back in the early 70s. Back then he did his best to sound like a dirty old man: now in his seventies, he no longer has to try as hard. His lyrics fall somewhere between Rudy Ray Moore’s Dolomite, Lee “Scratch” Perry and old dozens rhymes like Petey Wheatstraw: The Devil’s Son-in-Law. But Van Peebles’ music, like his movies, also has a fiercely perceptive social awareness, exemplified by a brief conscious funk medley.

6:30pm doors // 7:30pm show // all ages
$15 advance // $18 day of show

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