I am very conflicted about doing this post. It's one of those gem-finds that too much discovery might ruin--or make it impossible for me, a newcomer, and the regulars, who've been going forever, to attend.
Acton? Jazz? Cafe? I was as surprised as you might be driving out Route 119, turning into what looked like a mall, and ending up in this completely charming small venue (Tibetan prayer flags along one wall, pictures of performers on others) for a night of great music and terrific dancing.
Everyone dances; some people eat and drink; and the music just keeps playing.
Last night, it was Boston's own The Love Dogs.
The description from their site (someone's a great writer) captures them best:
Take one red-hot horn section - we're talkin' alto, tenor, baritone saxes and trombone - down and dirty. Add liberal amounts of barrelhouse boogie-woogie piano and stinging Fender guitar. Pour over a funky and swinging rhythm section that Blues Review magazine called "the best in the business", and top it all off with a crazy and charismatic front man with one of the biggest blues voices around. Season with a few years on the road tearing up juke joints, festivals and concert halls across the U.S. and Canada and on both sides of the Atlantic. Sound tasty? It's a recipe for music and mayhem, for intensity and irreverence; it's THE LOVE DOGS.
And here's a nice clip of them from the Acton Jazz Cafe itself (sorry, no embed available; "disabled by request"," it says on youtube. Rock on, AJC, Love Dogs, and all the great dancers who flooded the floor til nearly 1 AM.
