At age seventy, Jones and his crew, both on and off-stage, perform flawlessly. That voice is still fabulous, and he has taken wonderful care of it over the decades. Mrs. OS noted that he continued to drink water throughout the evening, the best way to preserve a voice at work. The band was fabulous, and Jones was a delight as he sang and then stepped back to let the musicians ply their craft. The house mix reflected that same ensemble approach--everything clear as a bell, even at full volume, with his voice placed front and center, but always as a part of the music. Volume levels went from near silence to full-throated roar when they romped through favorites such 'Mama Told Me Not To Come' and 'Kiss'. The country set was performed with acoustic guitars only, which was especially touching in the context of the Ryman. Yes, Virginia, he really can pull those songs off...
He did a few of the big hits, such as 'Delilah', and yes, the ladies' undergarments did rain onto the stage, along with the bouquets of roses, at which he smiled, but pointedly did not encourage. Something was so different about this evening. Jones is in that same 'class' with Michael Caine, a living symbol of 60's cool and 70's hedonism. He gave a few nods in that direction, but he was about something else entirely. His rendition of 'You Can Keep Your Hat On' was grand fun, and he avoided excessive salaciousness--a real feat, given the content of the lyrics!
Musically, his heart and soul are grounded in blues and funk. He speaks with that profound Welsh accent, and if OS didn't have a few Welsh friends, he would have found Jones hard to understand. The man sings like he grew up fifty miles south of Memphis. It's remarkable, and the band picks up on it with a vengeance. He pulled off a dramatic rendition of 'St. James Infirmary Blues', amongst other moments.
The tour was in support of his 2010 gospel album Praise and Blame
There was one 'happy-clappy' spiritual ('Don't Knock'), but the rest was about grappling with mortality, failure, ethics...which was more than a bit of a shock. As the concert got underway, OS eyed the pews warily, wondering if all these graying boomers would welcome such tidings. Jones shared an anecdote about singing gospel with Elvis into the wee hours of the morning in Las Vegas, and it put them more at ease. The audience embraced the songs, and Jones, warmly.
OS found himself wishing a list of his friends, in da music biz, and the clergy, had attended. It would have been a cathartic and challenging evening. He kept looking for even one familiar face from 'da biz' in the Ryman's pews, but alas...no glamour to be gained here. No clouds allowed on the horizon in Nashville, ya'll, and seventy-year-old performers aren't TheNextBigThing upon which one can latch and grab a bit of cash flow.
Again, OS urges his UK and European readers, if you have the opportunity to attend one the concerts Jones has scheduled for the summer, be there. 11 June, Isle of Wight Festival is announced on the link.