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Grab a friend and dance into the weekend

Ben Quirk
Special to the DailySoulfeel brings funky roots rock with a twist of delta blues to the Sandbar in West Vail on Tuesday.

I was sitting in a bar but a few days ago and I was witness to something tragically beautiful. I had been riding nearly all day with friends and we were enjoying some food and a couple of cheeky beers at the end of the day while making grand schemes for later that night. One friend had her heart set on going to a gig by a band I had never heard of but sounded vaguely interesting. What was beautiful were the attempts to make another one of our friends join us for our musical shenanigans. For some background, the guitarist in question is famed for his lengthy, skilled six-string noodlings, extended jams, hippy ethos and resultant fan base. My friend organizing the night was a ball of evangelical enthusiasm, a catalyst of excitement, as though the chords from her last gig still rang clearly round her head. Our other friend was a little less eager to join us. As a rock and metal fan she abhorred the very idea of stepping foot into a club populated by hippies, as she succinctly put it.In the end we went to the show without our reluctant friend (who to the best of my knowledge spent the evening hunting down tie-dye bedecked people and throttling them with an e-string from a guitar until they forsook patchouli and promised to wash more regularly) and I experienced the music for myself. It wasn’t exactly my cup of tea but it was still great to hear music played live and even better to hear it with a big group of friends who divided their time equally between rocking their bodies to the beat and grinning irrepressibly at each other.My proposition is this: each week take one person to a gig of your choice. You buy the ticket and they have to come along whatever and whoever is playing. The next week the roles are reversed. All I know is this: I’m one of the biggest music-Nazis in the world and there’s no way I would ever buy a Reverend Horton Heat CD, a Steve Kimmock album or a Dirty Dozen Brass Band greatest hits but I wouldn’t go back and change the experiences, smiles and fun-filled nights of all the times I’ve been dragged along by friends to go and see them live.

Eric McFadden Trio to funk down at the OK Corral West Coast guitarist Eric McFadden brings his trio into town and into the very cozy environs of Samana on Bridge Street. The trio comprising McFadden on guitar and vocals, James Whiton on bass and Paulo Baldi on drums are credited with keeping indie-rock bands real in a scene that can often be turgid and over populated. Tonight is an opportunity to see musicians play and sing with genuine talent. I doubt they’ll ever make it big, but at the same time sometimes you think that’s the point. If you like rock music played with soul, inspired by reggae and jazzy improvisations and performed by a tight band then Eric McFadden Trio is probably just what you are after. Remember, good things always come in threes.Anders Osborne washes the cobbles with funk

When most journalists use words like “odyssey” they are normally being a little liberal with the truth and simply using an excellent-sounding word. This is simply not the case with Anders Osborne. From originating in Sweden to settling in New Orleans, Osborne’s odyssey has taken him through Europe, Africa, The Middle East and Asia. When he eventually laid down roots, his music, which he’d carried (and had carried him) through all these far-flung lands, flowed forth and into a full-grown career.These days he plays an original rock sound infused with jazz, funk and blues that should shake the icicles off your nose and have you glowing like little Rudolphs in no time. Phix leaves the funk underwaterWhen Phish broke up in 2004 the world of jambands took a big blow. There are not many bands who can lay claim to Phish’s innovation or technical brilliance. To their credit, tribute band Phix attempt to take a loose approach to playing the music of their idols, aiming to create the spontaneity and full-on energy buzz of Phish gigs rather than attempting to produce a carbon copy of an irreplicable band.

The Last Bus shuts the funk up and jamWhen Western Colorado’s mountain boogie band comes to Vail and promises to ram-raid your evening with healthy doses of jam, and or, band you’d better listen. The Last Bus drives up to Sandbar and threatens to nick your sanity on the way out.Latex Limousine rock the funky mulletHa ha. The ’80s. Brilliant. It doesn’t matter what you do or what you say you can’t get away from them. Fifteen years have passed you know. Can you believe that mullets are back in? Of course, in some places mullets never became unpopular. I wonder whether those places are now considered mullet-meccas by the new mullet-wearing crowds. I’ll have to mull it over. That’s a wicked joke and you know it is. For those of you who simply can’t get enough eighties from our every day twisted society, Saturday will see 8150 transformed into a hairspray whiffing, shoulder pad sporting, big-hair infested monstrosity of a place. And you’ll love it.

FYI: Dress in ’80s gear for free entry.Soulfeel is funkier than your momLed by stepbrothers Brook Mooney and Brad Foster, Soulfeel’s sound skips merrily across the spectrum from reggae-pop to rock to blues. The band themselves describe its sound as “funky roots rock with a twist of delta blues,” which is exactly what I was going to write.Vail, Colorado

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