Well, this happened a couple of weeks ago, but I finally got around to writing something about it. Enjoy.
So I managed to get to the annual reggae night at The Hollywood Bowl this year too. Gregory Isaacs was playing so I thought it would be a good opportunity to see him before he dies. Ironically he canceled due to illness. Feel better, Cool Ruler, and I’ll catch you next time instead. Anyway, had I know that beforehand I would have stayed home and nursed my impressive hangover from the previous night’s Los Feliz pub crawl, but now we didn’t find out until we’d already made it up the hill and at that point we might as well stay and check out the other acts.
Mykal Rose started the show, donning a strange multi-colored vest. He did a good job actually, going for mainly old Black Uhuru tracks and some more recent stuff, like that auto-tune hit he had last year. The man can still bring those Waterhouse vocals really nicely. His band was surprisingly decent too, sticking with drum, bass and piano most of the time and keeping the guitar solos to a minimum. I’ve never understood why the reggae live bands never bring a real live horn section. An actual guy with a trumpet would make things so much better than trying to pull that off with a cheap keyboard.
The headliner was of course Toots and The Maytals. There’s nothing us white people like more than Toots and The Maytals. Toots was going all out with his James Brown impersonation, even rocking a white leather outfit the Godfather himself could have worn back in the seventies. That’s the problem I’ve always had with Toots. Why would I want to listen to a Jamaican version of James Brown that’s not as good as the real James Brown? Never quite got that.