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There are concerts, and I'm talking here about these tiny club gig, where I truly could cry. On one side it's because of really bad acts, where I leave, before the first teardrop rolls out of my eyetwinkle. Or about artists, who are so god damn good, that we ask ourselves, why do such brilliant artists still play in such a small place, though they'd deserve so much more attention. But some of them just seem not to be able to get out of the steamy club atmosphere. Our guitar miracle here, meanwhile 39 years of age, started his international carriere almost exactly 10 years ago with his first soloalbum 'Treat Me Right'. Until the present day, Eric Sardinas put out 3 more records and he toured his ass off in his home country Americas as well as here in Europe. And he doesn't seem to mind, appearing in these small clubs like this one here tonight in Munich. Because he belongs to those musicians who are putting all their heart and soul into their music, no matter playing in front of 100 or just 10 people. Because he luv's playing for other's as well as for himself.
Long talk short sense,
Sardinas seems to represents the modern recarnation of Robert Johnson
with a little Hollywood Rocl glamour, Whereby mind me, the glamour has
dropped a bit lately from the visual aspect. This time he left his
designer shirt and the Cowboy-Snake-hat at home. And his impressing
large back tattooes stay hidden underneath a simple Willie Nelson
T-shirt. Only the leather pants seem to be grown on him. But not only
this, currently his face is covered by a thick beard, and let's him seem
older and more major. No clue, whether this is due to his flavour of the
month or the fact, that he didn't fance to shave all the time on tour.
Well just to mention this besides. Because that's not the point here,
apart from some pretty girls in the audiance who don't agree
really with Eric's new look.
Our little rockclub Garage here in Munich si absolutely packed with aprox. 150 fans. And as we say so: rather a small place crowded, than a big place half empty. The meistro of the slideguitar starts at 8.30 p.m. - no supportact, but mind me, there ain't no need anyway. 'Are we gonna have a party tonight, or what'? is the question, which gets a lot of respond, but at the same time kids are looking helplessly around, by not beeing able to move a wink. NOt much possible ain't it?! Shame, as Eric Sardinas Energy Bluesrock invites you to rock along. His two babies have seen better times, I guess. One of them even seems to have some antique value. No surprise, undergoing such a torture every single night. Eric gives everything, working on his guitars with such a intense speed, as if he wanted to enter the Guiness Book of Records before the end of the night.
You can feel the passion and his love for the Blues, whether it's plugged or unplugged. Today's setlist contains material of all his CDs, whether it's the stretching 'Can't Be Satisfied', the hardrocking 'Down To Whiskey', the driving instrumental piece 'Texola' or the slower 'As The Crow Flies' which is from the latest release 'Big Motor'. Levell Price offers us some great bass solos, and the same does Bernie Pershey on his instrument. But it's still Mr. Sardinas drawing of course the main attention of the audiance with his excellent guitar playing.
And
that's the point, where I truly could cry, like mentioned in the
beginning of this review. Cry, because of such a brilliant musician, who
still after a decade struggles himself through the clubscene atmosphere.
And he deserves so much more. Blame it on the Blues. Because this mother
of all musical styles does currently only live on the outskirt of the
musicbiz. And there is no justice in music nowadays in this fast living
consumer economy.
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