{"id":521,"date":"2012-03-30T13:52:49","date_gmt":"2012-03-30T13:52:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ajdancelegacy.com\/~ajdance\/?p=521"},"modified":"2014-01-30T20:01:30","modified_gmt":"2014-01-30T20:01:30","slug":"peven-everett-30-03-12","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ajdancelegacy.com\/~ajdance\/peven-everett-30-03-12\/","title":{"rendered":"PEVEN EVERETT 30.03.12"},"content":{"rendered":"

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PEVEN EVERETT<\/p>\n

& The Jam Band<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Space2 harkens the memories of raving in an old abandoned warehouse by railroad tracks of yesteryear. The space hinges on the border of a dilapidated makeshift and an underground dance heaven. Somewhere along the line, lacking is the polished aesthetics. That exclusive charm that delivers a punch or an interior theme that applies a namesake. Perhaps, that\u2019s what Space2 is; a place of space without the bells and whistles. There\u2019s not much of a bar except for a wooden table selling bottled water and basic spirits. If your taste lingers in the high-end alcohol department, then exit right to the Sound Table, the restaurant next door owned by Jeff Myers and Karl Injex. Apropos, Space2 is owned by the same establishment. Kudos to the two for realizing the palpable need for an intrinsic dance floor not decorated with dinner tables, dining chairs and a hustling wait staff. Warning. Ladies hang your head low and keep one eye to the ground. Be careful, stilettos and other sharp ended spikes might wobble sending you to kiss the pavement. Muah.<\/em> The cratered concrete floor needs a quick refurbish, the exposed walls beg for a fresh coat as an exposed air duct travels busily across the ceiling as if in a mad rush to deliver oxygen to the dead. As bodies entered the minimal space there\u2019s no missing the wooden platform stage decorated with amps, speakers, subwoofers, DJ equipment and various musical instruments. It\u2019s clear this place is all about the music. Other elements Space2 have right are a working air conditioner and a clear audio sound system. After a few more tweaks of finesse; Space2 has the inner workings to establish itself as one of the city\u2019s premier dance venues.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

It was a wet one. Earlier rain showers had passed through the city and left a bundle of puddles and splashing waters at the Old Fourth Ward\u2019s bustling intersection of Boulevard and Edgewood. Inside Space2 blaring horns, a groovy bass line and piercing percussions escaped the speakers. \u201cGot Myself Together\/Yeah\/Gonna Get High\u201d the lyrics from Brass Construction\u2019s, \u201cMovin\u201d transitioned into \u201cNothing\u2019s Been The Same\/Ever Since You Came\/ My Baby\u201d the lyrics by Black Ivory\u2019s, \u201cMainline.\u201d Both oldies but goodies played to cheers and shouts and kept the dancers wet with sweat. DJ\/producer\/remixer\/label owner Kai Alce was on the 1\u2019s and 2\u2019s making a musical statement of disco that morphed into classic four-count house. Then the house music was hushed in favor to make room for the night\u2019s headliner and his guest band.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

The ever outspoken Peven Everett is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you\u2019re going to get. However, one thing is certain the ringmaster will keep his backup band in check. Even if the band is made up of some of the city\u2019s finest local musicians. Clad in a black Matrix style full length jacket hanging inches well below the waist, a spring colored golden collared button down dress shirt, black draped pants and Peven\u2019s favorite athletic shoe brand; black with gold insignia Pumas, the maestro evoked style. With a brief introduction of each band member; a drummer, a bass player, a percussionist and a keyboardist, the maestro and his musses were set to concoct some serious soul power. The drummer kick started a four-count beat with hi-hats at a comfortable pace. What a surprise as Mr. Everett launched into<\/span> <\/strong>\u201cStuck<\/a>\u201d from 2006. A sea of digital imagery recorded the opening manifesto. Smiles graced faces. People cheered. They even accompanied Peven in song with vocal support. Then the issues arrived.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

One of the band mates, \u201cThe I maybe blind, but I can kick some behind\u201d keyboardist took the musical flow into an agley direction from Peven and the rest of the band members to show off some flattering keyboarding skills. The gifted musician\u2019s fingers stroked and flowed over the black and white keys like a Stevie Wonder protege. However, Peven the visionary wasn\u2019t feeling it. After several vocal reprimands from the vocalist (apropos in mid-song) the keyboardist stopped for a quick minute until he resumed take over duty again. Once again, Peven softly yelled with a frowned visage, \u201cSLOW DOWN.\u201d \u201cSTOP!!!!\u201d \u201cKILL THE KEYBOARD.\u201d Epic Fail as the keyboardist carried on as if no one uttered a single restraint. On a later song, the \u201cPut Your Back Into It\u201d singer hushed all instruments except for the drums. Peven wanted to let his vocals shine over the drummer\u2019s mid-tempo thump. However, the keyboardist caught up in his own world continued to produce a scatting rhythm unbeknownst to the silent instruments. So the amiable bass player stepped into action and stood alongside the keyboardist to offer considerate advice. Nope, that didn\u2019t work. Even the keyboardist\u2019s friend who was the party\u2019s promoter stepped onstage to intervene with a bit of advice on following the band\u2019s flow and not stepping out into maverick mode. Fascinatingly the musical tug-o-war proved a bit humorous.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Back to the show, Peven raced through a medley of his popular titles. The Chicagoan soulfully crooned, \u201cCan\u2019t Believe I Loved Her\u201d as he seemed to stretch every note into a long drawl. The audience\u2019s fire shrieked into an uncomfortable quietness as if the song played B-side role or filler duties. With a shake the audience reawakened for the next song. The ladies in the room blushed as they were serenaded with<\/span><\/strong> \u201cGirl Of My Dreams<\/a>.\u201d Particularly, one lady visiting from Louisville, Kentucky felt awed. Next, Peven motioned for the drummer to bring the beat down to a slow simmer. \u201cYour Honor\u201d announced the vocalist with eyes closed and mouth fixated on the microphone. \u201cYooour Honoooor\u201d he repeated with that long drawl. \u201cI Ain\u2019t Supposed To Be Here,\u201d he pleaded. It was the dramatic court case played out in<\/span> <\/strong>\u201cCan\u2019t Do Without<\/a>\u201d that had the crowd singing, \u201cThat\u2019s My Story And I\u2019m Sticking To It.\u201d After the much serious testimony it was time to celebrate. From the recesses of the crowd came cheers and chants singing,<\/span> <\/strong>\u201cBurning Hot<\/a>.\u201d The live interpretation brought good vibes, bright smiles and hot bodies to the floor. As Peven concluded, the song marked the end to an exhilarating roller coaster ride. But wait folks. ENCORE!!!<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve never performed this song live,\u201d Peven smiled. With a wink of the eye the showman launched into his 2010 mega hit,<\/span><\/strong> \u201cHow Bad I Want Ya<\/a>,\u201d the mid-tempo ballad that spent several weeks on top of the deep house digital music charts produced by Soul Element AKA Stacy Kidd. The audience went wild, sang along and danced about. After another round of expressions of love for the accompanying band members (including the keyboardist) and a Peven style key-note address on \u201cThe Makings of a Music Community\u201d the singer exited the stage and made his way to the room\u2019s front entrance to sell CDs.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

The concert seemed swift and sudden with Peven jumping in and out of several songs performing only the first verse and hook and not much else before erupting into piano solos and segueing into the next song. The solos and several acts of verbal and nonverbal directives aimed at the band proved this was more of a jam session with musicians warming up pre studio recording session than a polished performance. Instead of mimicking live vocalists\/musicians that follow a defined script, Peven was allowed to freely roam about like a roaring lion correcting musicians and playing lead star. These acts were lost in translation which proved all too nauseating for most of the audience members to keep up. Should they look left or should they look right? At times, feeling a bit overwhelmed the audience played the bored card, displaying quiet vengeance. However, Peven rebounded and knew how to actuate the audience\u2019s enthusiasm. Amidst the various musical challenges, Peven remained entertaining, playful and professional.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\t\t