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@Don’t Stop St. Pete, 9 p.m., Polyenso, 600 Block Mainstage (Arielle) We arrive on the 600 Block just in time to catch the end of Polyneso (formerly Oceana). The street is shut down and bustling with folks just arriving for the evening session of Don’t Stop. Polyneso’s lovely chill indie rock instrumentals billow through the street. There are food trucks, faces familiar and strange, and a crisp breeze keeping everyone cool.
@Don’t Stop St. Pete, 9:15 p.m., Amerigo Gazaway, State Theatre (Arielle) Cruising into the State, we’re able to grab a quick chat with Sons of Hippies, who’d played a hour or so before. Jonas Canales and Katherine Kelley of SOH are stoked to inform us they’ll be doing several dates with Mike Doughty. Just then, Amerigo Gazaway of Gummy Soul fame winds up his tables. He’s the son of jazz trumpeter Gary “El Buho” Gazaway. As a fellow jazz-child and huge fan of Fela Soul, his Fela Kuti and De La Soul mashup, I was really looking forward to this set. But the State wasn’t really the right venue for his sounds, and it ended up feeling like a pass-through lounge instead of a dance space. Certainly his mix of 1960s soul and hip-hop was dance-worthy, but a dude sitting on stage spinning records without the dance atmosphere just didn’t pan out.
@Plan B, 9:10 p.m., Luxury Mane, 1930 Grande Room (Julie) We encounter some scheduling confusion at this point wrought by the Roosevelt 2.0 closing, which shifted time slots forward and relocated bands to a mysterious venue on the far side of Ybor. So we cut our swath through Seventh Avenue’s nightlife jungle, passing a man dressed up as a leprechaun, tourists posing for photos with a giant albino Boa snake and a dozen or so shorties in short skirts. We expect to see Funny Bunny, but they wouldn’t perform until much later. Instead we’re treated to Billy Summer’s new band Luxury Mane, which picks up where the Semis leave off, melding power pop and dreamy psychedelic atmospherics, with more emphasis on the latter. Between the Sleepy Vikings finale and the relocation clusterfuck, the St. Pete trio doesn't get the crowd they deserves but give the handful in attendance a sweetly rockin’ respite from the hubbub of La Setima.
@Plan B, 9:19 p.m., Luxury Mane, Social Club Fail, Food, 7th Avenue Sideshow (Leilani) We do a lot of running around after Alias Punch: a detour to check out Billy Summer’s newish band, Luxury Mane, his retro bright threads standing out in trippy contrast to the bare white walls of the big event space; a fast walk to the venue we think is The Social Club (we don’t look at the map, and it’s not), followed by a faster rush to the real Social Club to try and catch Cats in the Basement (we don’t); and finally, a more leisurely trudge back to Market on 7th, to kick back for a brief rest, pizza fuel-up and a little indie blues and soul love from Booker and Norton. Leaving satiated (in our stomachs and in our hearts), we stumble into a bonafide Ybor sideshow: the aforementioned snake tamer with two fat albino Boas draped around his neck, a square basket to his left piled with more big snakes all curled and coiled around each other, a similarly S&M-styled sidekick to the snake tamer who's holding a rather large (unidentified species of) lizard, and, inexplicably, a dude in a Tron suit, complete with spring stilts, glowing outfit and helmet. It’s almost like the setup for a bad joke.
@Plan B, 9:50 p.m., Booker & Norton, Market on 7th (Julie) What a great duo, but you all knew that. Singer-guitarist Benjamin Booker has a sexy-soulful voice that’s all too rare in our area, and drummer Max Norton attacks the skins with both frenzied abandon and expert precision — one moment pummeling, the other pulling off drumstick twirls. The little pizza joint-rock bar is packed, and several musicians are in attendance. Booker thanks Brokenmold’s Sean O’Brien for putting the fest together, and Andre Jones of Florida Night Heat bellows back, “OH-BRY-EN!” just like the camel from the Geico Hump Day commercial.
Excellent review, sorry I missed the concert.
I was fortunate to see Bonnie Raitt. Her stage presence was heart warming and her…
loved it! Well worth the $$.