The Mercantillers @ Bubby’s Pie Company
For those of you that missed Tuesday’s show, I’ll recap. Kiss Kiss performed with such intense… sincerity that the cops showed up. The night was on thin ice and the tension mounted, but just when it looked like it was all going to be over, and I would have to ask Ramona Cordova to pack it back up into their mini-school(tour)bus (which they purchased on Craigslist!), Ramon did something peculiar. Only two songs into his set, he simply unplugged his guitar, announced that the gypsy’s that had fed him the inspiration for his most recent album were whispering in his ear that a magically potion awaited the audience downstairs at the bar, and made his way through the crowd and off of the mezzanine. One by one, the people in the upstairs lounge followed him down the stairs, and to the bar, where he sat wielding his acoustic guitar like the Pied Piper. Evening in the enormous space of the main dining room, every note could be heard as Ramona Cordova serenaded the room into awestruck silence.
T-shirts and CDs were sold. Ramona Cordova will be touring solo in March, so keep an eye out. Until then:
The MERCANTILLERS!!
Thursday, Jan. 12th (today)
8pm
$3
“The band’s slogan says it all: ‘Salty Songs Sung by Sultry Seamen.’ Actually,it doesn’t say everything because this boisterous septet also throws in some land-bound bluegrass and original folk-rock, and plenty of humor that Monty Python would approve of. Hoist a glass with this crew and you’ll surely come away with a grin.” - New York Times
They’ve come a long way since that review… the slogan has been expanded (”Salty Seamen Sing Sensual Sea-Shanties”), and they speak for themselves:
“…but, I degress. About THE MERCANTILLERS… we are A SEA SHANTY BAND, really. Our instumentation is guitars, banjo, violin (fiddle), uke, squeeze-box, voices, bass (elec or upright), and percussion. Though I do not like to cubbyhole us… we lean towards folksy sorta blue-grass, kinda neo-urbanish, post-retro, americana… flannel shirt.”
Kick back, grab a beer, and reminisce about those lost passionate nights with that special mermaid, too many years ago.
