Tag: Albert Castiglia

Saturday Matinee – Mike Zito & Albert Castiglia, John Primer & Billy Branch, and Mad Guz & the Mojos

Guitar rippers Mike Zito and Albert Castiglia took their powerhouse bands, crammed them together to form Blood Brothers.

John Primer with Billy Branch (harp), Johnny Iguana (keyboards), Felton Crews (bass), Billy Flynn (rhythm guitar). Unfortunately the drummer got no credit.

Mad Guz & the Mojos is a heavy rockabilly-influenced blues band from somewhere in Germany, and consists of Mad Guz (vocals, sax, guitar), Isi Mojo (double bass), Tim Mojo (drums, vocals) and Spike Mojo (lead guitar, vocals).

Not sure if hilarious, laughable or pitiful is the best way to describe the feces flying around on social media and elsewhere. Maybe we could schedule a National Day of STFU and STFD. Everyone to the time out chair.
Except for us porch sitters. See you tomorrow, porchheads.

Saturday Matinee – The Romain Vuillemin Quartet, Samantha Fish & Albert Castiglia

The Romain Vuillemin Quartet covers Django Reinhardt in fine Hot Club fashion, and it’s perfect road trip at sunrise music.

Samantha Fish recorded her take on Ronnie Love’s 1961 original, and it works.

Florida slidewinder Albert Castiglia is vicious in an Elmore James meets Negan Smith kind of way.

Been quite the good news / bad news week around here lately, so we mixed them both together and came up with tolerable.
Porch.
Tomorrow.
Be there.

Saturday Matinee – Christone “Kingfish” Ingram, Albert Castiglia w/ John Ginty, and Larkin Poe

Christone “Kingfish” Ingram is nominated for a 2024 Grammy for his album Live In London. Pretty good for a guy only halfway into his 20s, and I hope someone helps him shed some kgs so he can stay around a while.

Albert Castiglia is vicious, sort of a Negan Smith of blues rock, and there’s the proof. That’s John Ginty on the Hammond B-3 organism.

Larkin Poe pulls off some fine surf rock blues. They are also nominated for a 2024 Grammy for their album Blood Harmony.

Used to be only the days, but now the weeks are flying by.  The accelerator’s stuck, the brakes are shot and we’re about to slam right into the holidays. Maybe I’ll pretend it’s not happening, at least for now, and I’ll see you back here tomorrow.