Woodfish
02.09.2008
The Blender Theatre :: New York City

Words by Sara Lautman
Through the lens of Corneliu Cazacu

I went to see Woodfish open for Foghat at the Blender Theatre in New York City. I kept telling people where I was going on Friday night and the most popular reaction was a slightly startled “really?”

Really. Actually, I never made it through the exhausting succession of openers to see the headliner, but I did see a little kid wearing an actual Fog hat.

Meaning, he was wearing a navy mesh trucker cap with the word FOG spelled out for all the world to witness and enjoy.

Since 2001, Red Bank’s Woodfish have been collaborating to create the kind of rock that forces music fans, young and old, to their feet; cheering, dancing, and representin’ for Jersey in the way that only the the very drunk are capable of. On Friday night they played an energetic set of funky, keening shorehouse rock for the good folks at the Gramercy. As the youngest act in a succession of the variously grizzled and legendary, Woodfish was in an ideal position to show off some serious incendiary chops.


Devils-only-soul-sale chops. Their bass player, Steve Kalorin, whose curly hair poured from his cap, in particular deserves special recognition for his fast fingers and sexy flange.

Woodfish worked the crowd, playing the beach party atmosphere with exhortations to “get up” and “feel it”. Vocalist Jimmy Counihan led the tunes in a rich baritone, two hands on the mic, his eyes squeezed tight in his head. “Save my soul” he pleaded repeatedly, hammering those notes home like a reincarnated Brad Nowell. So convincing was his delivery, and so skilled his bandmates performance, one was left considering the details as to the legal ownership if this young man’s soul. Scary stuff. I bought a T-shirt.

The addtional supporting fold included Doug Mikula (guitar), Don Honeycut (sax), and Dom Kalorin (drums).

 


 


 

 


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