Walking out of the Independent last night, the security guard asked if I enjoyed the show. No, I said. The sound was awful.
I was there to hear Yemen Blues, a phenomenal band with the charismatic singer Ravid Kahalani. I heard them at the Jewish Music Festival earlier this year at the Freight and Salvage in Berkeley. They played two shows back to back. I stayed for both of them.
The band is an orchestra of viola, cello, electric bass, percussion, trombone, trumpet and flute, with additional folk instruments like the oud and the gimbri. Their music is complex and flavorful, and Ravid has an incredible range and color in his voice. They are my favorite band of the year.
Last night at the Independent the sound was soupy. The intricacy of the music was lost. The vibrations of the bass shook the floor. The sound of the brass came out unfocused and Ravid’s voice appeared small. I turned to my friend and said the balance was off. She said yes but it was the problem with the sound guy.
That’s it! In our times music is as much as a show of the sound guy as of the band. Many times I was turned off from a show because the sound was intolerable. A good sound person can make or break a band. Granted mixing acoustic and electric instruments and the human voice requires some skills, but there is no excuse for a music venue to have bad sound.
The crowd loved the band well enough. I maybe one of the few sulking. When we accept mediocrity we go on a downward slide, hearing but not listening.