King and Bush More Than Powerful Names
Monday, April 24th, 2006
King Cone and Brandon Bush entertained Saturday afternoon at The Garage in Denton, as part of the Fry Street Fair. I attended, but really didn’t know what to expect. I had never heard of this Fry Street Fair. I had seen King Cone play once before, and Brandon Bush I had never seen.
I made the trek to Denton to see King Cone play and he didn’t dissappoint. The thing that I have noticed about King is that his personality overrides whatever flaws that his music may have. It’s not that the music is bad at all, but it ’s a different mix and it’s sometimes confusing on what he wants his sound to be. Or perhaps he wants it to be everything to reach a broader audience. At any rate, he played some newer material that I hadn’t heard before from his new CD. Go With Me was actually on a previous CD and was redone with a little funk, as he would say. And my favorite off the new CD Hanging On The Vine. My favorite King Cone song is Ask Me To Stay, which he played twice, so that in itself made it worth the trip. Being this was a Fair, bands were rolling in and out, so King only played for an hour, but his audience interaction is that of a seasoned veteran. He’s obviously comfortable on stage and has a commanding presence that will help him go places in this industry.
Since there was still beer to be drank, I decided to stay and watch Brandon Bush too. This is not Brandon Bush, the piano player. This Brandon Bush I honestly had never heard of. This was an acoustic show and was quite entertaining. Bush has a good sense of humor and played off that several times in the show. He played some original music telling stories of high school and college experiences, but maybe relied too much on cover tunes. However, he did very well on some, including Jason Boland’s My Baby Loves Me When I’m Stoned and Steve Earle’s Copperhead Road, but struck out trying to cover Cross Canadian Ragweed. Without knowing much about Brandon Bush, I’d say he is in his young 20’s at most, so he has time to work on his craft. He has the stage presence already, so he has a start on most who would never have the balls to get on stage in the first place. One word of advice to the young Mr. Bush: Play your music, and rely less on everybody else’s.
As for the Fry Street Fair. Wow! Somebody remind me of this thing when it rolls around next year. It’s been along time since I saw so many scantily dressed women. Well, ok, maybe they were girls. Oh to be 20 years old again. Until next time, take care everybody.