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Red Alert: Everything they really don't want you to know about those pesky traffic-light cameras
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Ludo is fired up and ready to play on the national stage
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Seeing Red: Partners battle over a Wash. Ave. eatery's ownership
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Curious Gorge: Ian tests the animal magnetism of Three Monkeys
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Feel a Draught?: Tigín opens an outpost in a Hampton Inn downtown? O'Really!
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Seeing Red: Partners battle over a Wash. Ave. eatery's ownership (15)
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Red Alert: Everything they really don't want you to know about those pesky traffic-light cameras (10)
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7-Up vs. Coke Part 2 (6)
Heir to a fortune, Andrew Gladney went from John Burroughs to Yale and came home to found the dot-com darling Savvis Inc. Then he squandered it all. The spectacular flameout of a St. Louis soft-drink scion.
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Is a Wash. U. dean destroying alumni records and making unjust department cuts? (3)
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Can Taqueria los Tarascos' tacos make you feel homesick for a place you've never lived? Si! (2)
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The 75s make an extra-fancy splash with its debut record
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Producer nonpareil Pharrell Williams is happy to be just one of the band again
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Texas Tornado: St. Louis musicians invade SXSW
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Rooney/Jonas Brothers
7:30 p.m. Monday, February 25. Fox Theatre, 527 North Grand Boulevard.
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The legendary Mavis Staples looks ahead with a Turn Back
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Post-Dispatch and STLtoday.com Drop "Mamalogues" Columnist Dana Loesch
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A Place to Bury Strangers at the Pitchfork Party, SXSW
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Gut Check's Hibernation Almost Over
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This Is Hawkwind -- Do Not Panic
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By David Mamet
Sonny Landreth's guitar sounds like it's wrestling with the very electrons flying from his amplifier, in a battle to determine whether pure notes or raunchy overtones will win the day. The notes always win, of course, but they never destroy the overtones. It's been 65 years since the amplified guitar began its domination of music forms, but it has rarely sounded more completely electric than in the hands of this southwest Louisiana master.
Grant Street is the first live album of Landreth's long career, which began in the 1970s when he was a member of Clifton Chenier's zydeco band. After moving out on his own, albeit with notable side trips with John Hiatt and, apparently, Leslie West and Mountain, Landreth assimilated zydeco and blues into his own distinctive rock & roll style. Ask anyone who's ever seen the man live: Nobody in the world plays guitar like this.
The album lasts sixty-four minutes, and while only four of eleven cuts are instrumentals, there probably isn't much more than fifteen minutes' worth of vocals on the disc. This is a record about a guitarist and his propulsive rhythm section -- bassist David Ranson and drummer Kenneth Blevins -- showing off what they do best. Landreth never repeats himself; he just keeps flying over, under and around the chord changes, whipping those electrons with a flurry of slide and his personal style of simultaneous fingering on the fretboard.
Every cut is a highlight, but jump straight to the previously unreleased "Wind in Denver." Here we have a blues song with a straightforward vocal melody, but once Landreth starts the solo, he wrings every last ounce of emotional power from it. He hammers the notes, slides up higher and higher, bounces the chords and overdrives the overtones. Landreth is looking for the truth, and the truth doesn't want to run away. In fact, it comes back again and again on this fully realized document of one of our most underrated live performers.







