{"id":91,"date":"2009-11-06T07:31:45","date_gmt":"2009-11-06T12:31:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.musoscribe.com\/?p=91"},"modified":"2009-11-06T07:31:45","modified_gmt":"2009-11-06T12:31:45","slug":"album-review-bryan-lee-my-lady-dont-love-my-lady","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.musoscribe.com\/index.php\/2009\/11\/06\/album-review-bryan-lee-my-lady-dont-love-my-lady\/","title":{"rendered":"Album Review: Bryan Lee &#8211; My Lady Don\u2019t Love My Lady"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.musoscribe.com\/images\/bryan_lee_my_lady_dont_love_my_lady.jpg\" alt=\"Bryan Lee - My Lady Don't Love My Lady\" align=\"right\" height=\"250\" hspace=\"10\" vspace=\"10\" width=\"250\" \/>I remember it well, like it was yesterday. In fact it was late 1987. My then-fiance\u00e9 (and now ex-wife) and I got a call from my favorite cousin; he and his wife would be traveling from California to New Orleans for a symposium of some sort. The Crescent City was more than seven hours&#8217; drive from Atlanta, but I jumped at the chance to see my cousin. So at the appointed date we arrived in New Orleans.<\/p>\n<p>My cousin was staying at the Hotel Monteleone in the French Quarter, so late our first night in town the four of us found ourselves wandering the district&#8217;s streets, looking for some good live music. Then as now (even post-Katrina), that&#8217;s a delightfully easy task in New Orleans, and we ended up in the Old Absinthe Bar. A six-piece blues band was holding forth in the tiny venue, and we stuck around for a few hours of great music.<\/p>\n<p>Fronting the band that night was a blind white blues guitarist called <strong>Bryan Lee<\/strong>. At that stage of my life (my mid-20s) I hadn&#8217;t witnessed many blues artists in a live setting; as I would learn, this was as good an introduction as any. The unassuming-looking Lee could turn out lead licks like <strong>B.B. King, Buddy Guy<\/strong> and <strong>Albert King<\/strong>; he manipulated his hollowbody electric like it was an extension of his body. And his bluesy voice was perfectly suited to the band&#8217;s material, a mix of electric blues (Chicago style, with a definite greasy New Orleans slant) and bar-band standards.<\/p>\n<p>We returned to the club on successive nights to hear the band again, an on the third night I scraped together enough cash to buy a cassette the band had for sale. Titled <em>Bryan Lee, Miss Maggie and The Jump Street Five &#8220;Live&#8221;<\/em>, the tape was an eleven-song board mix, recorded right there at the Old Absinthe. I still have the tape; several years ago I dubbed it onto CDR for my own enjoyment; it&#8217;s a reasonably rare document of Lee&#8217;s early work, one that demonstrates his already fully-formed style.<\/p>\n<p>I later learned that at the time of my visit, Bryan Lee was in his fifth year of his residency at the Old Absinthe; for twelve years he would appear five nights a week at the place. Lee secured a proper record deal and released his first album <em>Blues Is&#8230;<\/em> in 1991. I did manage to see him at the bar one more time, close to the end of his tenure there.<\/p>\n<p>In 2009 Lee released his thirteenth album <em>My Lady Don&#8217;t Love My Lady<\/em>. Subscribing to the if-it-ain&#8217;t broke-don&#8217;t-fix-it philosophy, <em>My Lady<\/em> sounds an awful lot like that cassette from the 80s, albeit without an audience and in higher fidelity. And in this case, consistency is most welcome. Lee&#8217;s assured vocal delivery was made for the blues, and his lean, assertive lead guitar cuts through the mix as it should. Backed as in the 80s with a tight band that understands the pocket, Lee sings his songs about life, putting forth a swaggerin&#8217;, drinkin&#8217;, switchblade-carryin&#8217; persona that &#8212; one suspects &#8212; bears little resemblance to his offstage personality. He sings songs about his lady&#8217;s jealousy of his guitar (that&#8217;s the title track) and similar themes. The smoky bar vibe is captured in note-perfect fashion by producer Duke Robillard. The song titles tell the story: &#8220;Let Me Up I&#8217;ve Had Enough&#8221;, &#8220;When I Been Drinking&#8221; and so on.<\/p>\n<p>The highly-respected Lee called on some heavy friends to contribute to the album. Buddy Guy and <strong>Kenny Wayne Shepherd<\/strong> both turn in noteworthy performances that add to &#8212; but, significantly, don&#8217;t overshadow &#8212; Lee&#8217;s presentation. The twelve songs are a modern bluesman&#8217;s ideal mix: three originals, some semi-standards and some lost classics. Lee covers <strong>Willie Mabon, Junior Wells<\/strong> (on the barrelhouse piano-centered &#8220;Early in the Morning&#8221;) and fellow New Orleans legend <strong>Dr. John<\/strong>, among others.<\/p>\n<p>The arrangements cover a number of blues subvariants, from the gumbo-flavored &#8220;Just to Prove My Love to You&#8221; to the swinging &#8220;Heartbreaker&#8221; to &#8220;Me and My Music&#8221; with its pleasingly loose-limbed drumming, to the funkified title number. Even though <em>My Lady Don&#8217;t Love My Lady<\/em> is a studio affair, the energy and connection with the listener is every bit as vital, as real, as immediate as on that old tape. It doesn&#8217;t quite match seeing the real deal live, but then that&#8217;s an impossibly high standard. It&#8217;s certainly the next best thing, though. Bryan Lee&#8217;s <em>My Lady<\/em> is another high quality entry in the ongoing career of this modern yet firmly traditional blues artist.<\/p>\n<p><center><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/musoscribe.com\/images\/cmply_1.png\" alt=\"I have a material connection because I received a sample or review copy, or an item of nominal value that I can keep for consideration in preparing to write this content. I was\/am expected to return this item after my review.\" border=\"0\" \/><\/center><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I remember it well, like it was yesterday. In fact it was late 1987. 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