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I almost didn’t go to this show, but Brittany Stone insisted and she can be kind of convincing. I’m glad she was for it was amazing.
Dumpstaphunk hails from New Orleans, where they take the matters of funk and jam as seriously as they do their food, for it nourishes and sustains the people there in a way that only they can fully understand.
Establishing its musical bona fides, it sports two Neville brothers: — Ivan is lead vocalist and keyboardist, Ian also shows up on vocals and guitar. Nick Daniels, Tony Hall double up with a truly filthy duel of the bass guitars. Nikki Glaspie on drums rounded out the primary personnel. Sitting in was the four-person Steel Town Horns. Yes, I’m always a sucker for the horn section.
And then there was the kid, a 12-year old half-pint of highly-concentrated soul named Taz. Barely taller than the guitar he has so clearly mastered, and obviously up past his bedtime he stole the damned show playing with a virtuosity and stage confidence well beyond his years. And let’s not even get started about that head of hair. I’ve since come to learn that his name is Brandon Niederauer and he’s so good it makes you mad.
In the first clip he’s with the band covering the Phish tune “Money, Love, and Change,” and watch for Taz to start killing it about the six-minute mark. There are actually people calling for him to to replace Trey Anastasio in Phish.
Here’s a cover of the old James Gang guitar standby Funk #49.
They played two sets, the last of which ended well after 1 AM, and the crowds lingered on at the spacious Brooklyn Bowl, soaking up the residual buzz, drinking and carrying on with the assorted band members (Taz excluded) until sometime after three. (No we did not bowl.) At this Brittany had the good sense to steer me toward a waiting taxi and a longish ride back to the Upper West Side. Brooklyn won that round with assist from New Orleans.
“Look at the open second-floor window between shutters in this photograph, and you will see two little boys. President Theodore Roosevelt’s widow, Edith, identified one of them as her husband at the age of 6, looking down from his grandfather’s Union Square mansion onto the coffin of the assassinated Abraham Lincoln on Broadway in New York in April 1865.”
More from Michael Beschloss at The New York Times Upshot blog.
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