Jack Johnson w/G.Love & Special Sauce @ Tokyo Shinagawa Prince Stellar Ball (25th May '05)
Shared Sauce...Jack 'N' G. Love's 7-Date Shared Kitchen Opens Briskly - part1 -
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"Where else would you rather be than here now?" Inspiring words for a world not always full of such from the lips of famed ex-NFL head coach Marv Levy of the 4-time consecutive Superbowl losing Buffalo Bills in his legendary tell-all book about his overcoming relentless potentially crushing disappointments. Unlike that cruel lasting reality facing Levy, this night within the spacious, high-ceilinged Stellar Ball is one replete with an expected free-flowing positive interdependence that if anything, surpasses any and all expectations in ensuring that this is the place to be in Tokyo this night, this moment unquestionably.
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Producing almost Zen-like resonant sonic recipes of a spaghetti tomato based sauce, each increasingly tasty helping adds to a building communal enrichment. A sumptuous spread sprawling deeper and wider as an emotionally emaciated Tokyo populace waits inside that in itself is an unlikely mixture of young and old, hippie and preppie, punk and suited, surfer and poser. In short, it's a crowd you'd easily find at any popular beach in good weather. But will the good weather hold?
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Considering the savory stew to be melded between the ingredients onstage and off masterfully by two complimenting admiring chefs, the anticipating peace and joy duly evident across the faces of those inside come as no surprise. With respectively long histories in related veins anchored to the soul shared within and without, a superfluous stress-free ambience naturally proceeds to harvest upon the commencement of the collective, long honed skills of G. Love and Special Sauce into the closing lone servings of Jack Johnson.
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Well, with over 12 years of performing and 7 studio albums behind them, Philadelphia's G. Love (A.K.A. Garret Patton) on vocals, guitar and harmonica effortlessly leads his omnipresent Special Sauce (Jimi "Jazz" Prescott on upright bass and Jeffrey "Houseman" Clemens on drums and percussion) in coating our collective bellies with an assortment of their trademark hip-hop, funk, blues and soul-fused dishes that duly accords them a loyal following worldwide, accruing at-capacity sittings, standings, what not and a steadily growing one here in Japan as this restaurant of sorts continues to fill to capacity as they dispense a cavalcade of platters to please the most demanding palates, mine included and doing so since their 1997 tour back at the House Of Blues in Hollywood.

And yes, just like any gracious host who also doubles as head chef, G. Love beautifully orchestrates his trusted assembled Sauce in dispensing a generous, yet balanced 10-course sampler over their 7 restaurant's fare to get this 3-hour shared feast off to a robust and salivating start. With so many entrees to possibly serve up from each menu, it's a dizzying decision to make yet he and his Sauce wisely trust their people instincts amongst an unusually divergent group and dole out a smorgasbord that's both satisfies, yet makes them yearn for more. Yes, this is exactly where you want to be.
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G. Love, Jimi and Houseman deep dish it out amongst on an octave adjusted and the shuffling pride of "Baby's Got Sauce" as G. Love's microphone morphs into a slide that smoothly transitions into their anchoring bass feeler staple plate of "Cold Beverage." "Bootycall" rouses hands in the air to clap around the house into their final sunny driver "Love" that duly gets all inside reflecting on the good vibes budding inside, grooving side to side to the licks laid out amidst G. Love's meandering soothing delivery.
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No matter which menu each dish is served up from, the undeniable and immediate enjoyment of its dispersal onto the floor for all to enjoy is complete. Whether the walking emboldening found within the title track of 'The Hustle' (2004) complete with Jimi using a bow on his upright, the harmonica led "Back Of The Bus" or the finely-aged laid back schoolyard fun of "Shooting Hoops," this triumvirate relish their interplay of skills as any finely run kitchen where their smiles of satisfaction reign supreme and filter outside to all onto the floor.
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report by michael and photos by yusuke
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