Oct. 29, 1977: Phoebe Snow at Shea's Buffalo

 


When you love an artist madly, you come to a show expecting that it will transcend troubles and cares. But sometimes troubles get the upper hand.

Oct. 29, 1977

It’s Bad Night All Around

For Phoebe Snow 

          Phoebe Snow never has a bad night, her bus driver responds backstage in Shea’s Buffalo Friday after the show. But Toronto was better, he adds. Tonight, he says, she was a little tired.

          The main question, however, concerns how to get to the Boardwalk Café & Electric Company on Delaware Avenue, where a dinner party awaits, when the singer emerges from her dressing room.

          She’s smaller than she looks on stage, 5 feet plus her high shoes. This highly-evolved stylist has become a kid in jeans and dark jacket. She says hi and says she was tired and the size of the crowd didn’t help either.

          It’s maybe two-thirds of the less-than-sellout last year. An intensely varied group. Young and old, black and white, scruffy and spiffy.  There’s jazz deejay Carroll Hardy. And there’s Beverly from WKBW’s all-night show.

          Many of them linger in the splendor of the Shea’s lobby during the opening set by singer-songwriter Andy Pratt. And for just cause. The lanky, frizzy-blond pianist from Boston, Mass., simply isn’t the right opener.

          Pratt’s a rocker, he’s screechy and he’s sloppy, either from stage fright (deejay Hardy’s suggestion) or some funny potion (laughing gas?) before he stumbles out and botches the first few songs.

          Snow is a pop-jazz singer with a four-man jazz-rock band and a two-member “All Male Revue and Sanctified Choir” adding harmonies. The sound system screeches for her too as she limbers up on Motown’s old “Standing on Shakey Ground.”

          Mercifully, balance comes on the second tune, Paul Simon’s gentle “Something So Right,” and she closes it by reaching into her amazing high range for the first time.

          Like an athlete aiming for a record, she just keeps pushing higher. After a comfortable flounce through her hit, “Poetry Man,” she winds up and reaches for the ceiling to end her ‘40s jazz tribute, “No Regrets.”

          “Ride the Elevator,” she announces, has a tribute to Groucho Marx. That’s where the milk-fed hen comes from. She follows with “Harpo’s Blues” from the first album, putting a hearty scat solo in the middle of it.

          “Next I gotta write about Gummo,” she suggests with a laugh.

          She dedicates “Never Letting Go” to her baby daughter, takes a flower from a fan after “Majesty of Life” and chases “Two-Fisted Love” with a bravura “Teach Me Tonight,” Steve Burgh’s guitar adding to the steam of her vocal.

          “Electra” is the walloping finale; “San Francisco Bay Blues” and “Let the Good Times Roll,” the encore.

          Backstage she’s asking Festival East’s David Nathan about books from Europe. She’s got to cure this tiredness, this liver problem. She lost a year to mononucleosis once, she says, and three quarts of blood in an accident.

          “I’ll probably,” she concludes, “die singing.”

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IN THE PHOTO: Phoebe Snow circa 1977. 

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FOOTNOTE: This tour followed the release of Phoebe Snow’s fourth album, “Never Letting Go,” and the smooth sailing she enjoyed after her debut with “Poetry Man” three years earlier was running into rough waters. When she stopped touring and recording in the early 1980s, she cited the responsibilities of motherhood as the reason. An assessment of her in the New York Times right after this 1977 show suggested something else, that she lost her artistic focus and had gotten bland. 

          There’s no list of her songs from the Buffalo date on setlist.fm. Here’s what she played a week later at Avery Fisher Hall at Lincoln Center in New York City, but the list notes that the songs are not in order, aside from the first and last ones. 

          Shakey Ground

          (unknown)

          Harpo’s Blues

          Poetry Man

          San Francisco Bay Blues

          Love Makes a Woman

          Something So Right (Paul Simon cover)

          Ride the Elevator

          No Regrets

          Two-Fisted Love

          Cash In

          We’re Children

          (unknown)

          Gone at Last

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