Today on Ecléctico you're listening to musician and singer David Bromberg, known for his broad range of roots-based music—blues, jazz, folk, bluegrass, good ol' rock 'n' roll, and more—and sly, story-based lyrics like the ones on this song. You'll go deeper with an excerpt from an article from 1974 by John S. Wilson in The New York Times.
"Sharon" by David Bromberg
1972 | Singer, songwriter, and multi-instrumentalist from Philadelphia
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On the surface, David Bromberg does not seem like much of a candidate for superstar. He shambles out on a stage looking like the most uncouth object since the Abominable Snowman—tall, gangling, with a shaggy eruption of dark hair, a fringe of whiskers circling his face, peering through large, thin‐rimmed glasses. He starts talking in an intense waterfall of nasal, New York‐accented hard consonants and somehow, within two sentences, he looks handsome and dashing. He picks a few runs on his guitar and he seems 10 erect feet tall. A group of musicians assembles around him and, as they develop a hootchy‐kootchy theme with a heavy backbeat, Bromberg is suddenly shouting in a raw, rusty voice.
“Sharon, what do you do to these men. You know the same rowdy crowd that was here last night is back again.”
He is electrifying. But don't relax. He is going to hit you with a medley of Irish fiddle tunes, played on acoustic guitar and getting faster and faster and faster until it seems impossible that his fingers can maintain the speed. And then, wait a minute, here's a blues, straight out of the Mississippi Delta—“with that quality of talk."
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