Samantha Fish stalked the stage at the Birchmere like a woman with an inner vision, one that alternated between driving her to rock and roll madness on one hand, and to soulful blues balladeer on the other. Throughout the evening she was clearly in charge of her moment in the spotlight, and the only question left unanswered for the listener concerned which was more powerful, her guitar playing, or her otherworldly blues-soaked wail.
Andy Poxon and his band set the bar high, as the first act of a double bill at The Birchmere. In a packed hour and fifteen minute set, Poxon displayed an uncanny knack for channeling blues and early rock ‘n’ roll. The Annapolis-based guitarist with the smooth voice and baby-faced charm emanated a fifties vibe from the jump and was confident and comfortable on stage.
Looking very much like a seasoned band leader, Andy Poxon demonstrated a finely-tuned sense of balance between blues and ballads. The four-piece band consisting of Robert Frahm on bass and vocals, Andrew Gutterman on drums, and Jerry Queene on sax, was perfectly in step with their leader. Dressed in suits and ties, they looked as though they could be playing the sock hop at the local high school gymnasium.
J.M. McSpadden III is a writer and a roots music enthusiast who believes that every life needs to find its own soundtrack, and every road trip is an opportunity to full tilt boogie. Let's face it, people, a car ain't nothin' but a stereo on wheels. A portable listening room.