Get Hustle - Live at the Little Fawn (tour CD)

Reviewed by Jeff Schneider

NEWBORN AWAKENING

Gently they stir, gently rise
The dead are newborn awakening
With ravaged limbs and wet souls
Gently they sigh in rapt funeral amazement
Who called these dead to dance?
Was it the young woman learning to play the ghost song on her baby grand?
Was it the wilderness children?
Was it the ghost god himself, stuttering, cheering, chatting blindly?
I called you up to anoint the earth
I called you to announce sadness falling like burned skin
I called you to wish you well
To glory in self like a new monster
And now I call on you to pray
- Jim Morrison

“Out here in the perimeter there are no stars”… He knew it. He knew what purity was and what it was like out there on the fringe of it all… He had tasted the feeling of absolute insecurity, not mentally of course; I mean the Zen insecurity of accepting the unknown, the uncertainty. But it would be a lie to say there was nothingness… not here, not them. Even Morrison worshipped alcohol, he just rejected Newton and God, so what? He was still religious. Get Hustle is also, and I am too (I guess). I got to a point in life where I was a complete non-believer, a skeptic to the umpth degree. It felt empty, especially when you realize that these feelings affect the way you act and make decisions. I got scared. I said “Just what the hell do you believe in?” I came up with a few things… Human rights, not eating meat, never again going to court without a lawyer, on and on funny enough… I admit, God never really entered in to what I consider the rational zone. But that is just me and I am still a skeptic I guess, some say I am truly a lost soul, but I don’t think so. I know enough to recognize something aesthetically pleasing more than most I think… It is undeniable that if one listens to Chrome’s Visitation record (their first, rare record) one realizes (or should) that they are listening to something so unique, so meant to be only in the small timeframe that it did, something like that feeling they exploit in so many movies (Lost In Translation for one, thanks Sophia Coppola) that feeling of “don’t let it get away, don’t go, don’t let the bus leave, the season finale of Friends, all that shit, you know what I mean… or maybe not. Well, to me (and to you, I command) the Get Hustle has always been that. They are the most exciting bunch of musicians I know nowadays. Few peeps fall into that category, Lighting Bolt maybe, I am always interested in what those guys will do next, and I respect the hell out of what they have done. But, to really challenge the boundaries, I think whatever you do you have to really think out on the boundaries. Get Hustle dresses, lives, thinks, Philosophizes, reacts, and most importantly believes out there on the fringe. It is so beautiful… so beautiful. Who cares about the party? Who cares about the sweater? Who cares about the cocaine? Who wants to keep up? Why not just do your own thing and let the rest come through it, like a prism? I think these lines are where the Get Hustle began. What we have now is the mutation the manifestation of that, to the extent that it may even be forgotten in the first place… a transcendence of that thought. The result is warmth, beauty and organic mysticism… They jammed at the Safari not too long ago, on Wednesday night and that was where it was at. The outside became the in. I learned a lot. I felt emotions. I felt great. That is where I got this CD, Live at the Little Fawn. It captures an evolution of sounds they have worked on now for years. I love the reverberated everythings. I love the vibe on this CD, it makes me feel cooler than I know I am, I get charged. I feel like worshipping something primal, maybe the Earth, no… maybe the Mother, no… nothing Freudian. I feel like worshiping Music. Like a blues man, old and gray, like old Blind Blake… just getting that mojo-hand, getting that talisman shaking that rattle… sacrifice. Sacrifice that is what all this rambling is about… Sacrifice.

What you have to do to understand a word of what I said here is e-mail Get Hustle at gethustle@yahoo.com and ask them to sell you this CD. Then and only then can the rites be handed down to others who want it, who need it.

GET HUSTLE IS :

Valentine (singer)

Mac (organ)

Ron (drums)

From Portland, Oregon.

Have other records for sale on 31G label.