The dictionary defines incendiary as meaning combustible or
“something which incites activity” and that is what we experienced when we went
to see the Connecticut band, Caravan of Thieves. We decided to attend based on
a few seconds we’d seen of a video in which they were joyously and rhythmically
pounding on a wooden trunk, garbage cans and other objects on stage. They began
their set at One Longfellow Square, with a similarly highly percussive opening
involving bells, hubcaps, frying pans, plastic buckets and drums. This tactic
quickly assimilated the audience into an adrenal gland romp for the duration of
the evening. The first song was called,
“Shim Sham Honey”, kind of a gypsy jazzish “Zoot Suit Riot”. One of the
founders, Carrie Sangiovanni, said in an interview, that Caravan of Thieves is
kind of like “the Beatles meet Django Reinhardt at Tim Burton’s house.” That
establishes a certain mental framework to get the picture of their take on music
and showmanship.
The evening was not just a concert – it was an experience!
They performed many of their own tunes plus some highly original arrangements
of well-known songs like “You Are My Sunshine” paired with “Singin’ in the
Rain”, played in the style of the “Volga Boat Men” dirge. In the midst of
the song they mocked sobbing, cursed lost love, feigned emotional breakdown and
even physically collapsed. They also outdid themselves with The Talking Heads’,
“Psycho Killer” and Queen’s “Bohemian Rhapsody”, both stamped with their unique
flourishes.
The Caravan of Thieves is a case of the whole being greater
than the sum of its parts. Ben Dean brings to mind the great Sid Page, the
fantastic violinist who played for Dan Hicks and the Hot Licks in the seventies.
Ben has appealing youthful agility, a warm, playful spirit as well as intensely
creative violin virtuosity, revealing his considerable classical training.
Brian Anderson, the vigorous and intense bass player, has an
impressive jazz background and reminds me of a handsomer version of the actor
Sam Rockwell. He has a similar dynamism, a solid and sturdy physicality and a
streak of class clown. At one point he generated a wobbling motion of the bow
placed in a quiver on the front of his bass that flopped around in a manner
suggesting a little boy running naked and shrieking through the house before a
bath.
Fuzz seems to be channeling Harpo Marx’s personality while
wearing Chico Marx’s hat. He exudes tremendous warmth, humor, sweetness and
heart, exhibiting uninhibited body language, such as throwing himself onto his
back, legs kicking up in the air like a stranded beetle, (although Ben did that
too!) pants falling to reveal knees, shins, shoes and socks, and then up again,
doing Russian haunch-kick dancing, and then finger snapping, grinning and
general making of endearing facial expressions that might inspire mothers and
grandmothers present to do some serious cheek pinching. Coupled with that is
his mesmerizing guitar playing and excellent singing voice.
Balancing all the male energy is the lovely and talented,
Carrie Sangiovanni, who has a great voice and plays impressive rhythm guitar.
The harmonies between she and her husband, Fuzz, were wonderful, and she was
gorgeous, dressed in lace-up boots, fishnet stockings, frilly skirt and lacy
top. During a challenge between the violin and the bass players, she quipped to
the violinist, “Don’t be sad because his is bigger.” All of them have been
playing music for years in various bands. Possessing such a high level of
expertise, experience and talent has allowed them to create their hybrid sound
and stage personae.
They played a cover of Bach’s “Tocatta In E” combined with
their song, “Bar Isole” and then an impressive rendition of John Lennon’s,
“Girl” sandwiched with “Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite”.
Besides great songs, arrangements and court jester antics,
they established an emotional bond with the audience. The word synergy is
getting tossed around a lot these days, but that’s what happened. If I think
about it logically, I’m sure they establish a rapport with all their audiences,
but they made us feel special and swept away, charmed as a young girl when
alone with the town heartthrob. The joy they generated with one another created
a powerful response from the audience who gave them several standing ovations
before they were even finished.
I asked myself as I was sitting there, who wouldn’t like
this? Would country western fans enjoy this? Fans of American Idol? Opera
Buffs? Folk, blues, or jazz aficionados?
Would Chet Atkins or Frank Sinatra or Kiri Te Kanawa or Judy Garland or
Duke Ellington or Luciano Pavirotti or Gene Kelly like them? And I have to say
undoubtedly yes! Because when musicians combine talents and skills with a
genuine desire to move their audience and give them a wonderful time, the only
possible outcome is magic.
Their final song, “Raising the Dead,” testified to that.
They came off the stage, went to the back of the room in the dark and
encouraged us to come and huddle around them in an acoustic sing-along, with some clapping and stomping.
Hey love, you’re not still afraid of our dearly departed
Right?
Cause Earhart, Mozart
Joan of Arc
And all of their friends are expected tonight
Listen now we have little time
so let’s find some festive
décor
Break out the candles,
the cabernet,
strikeup the band
And ask them to come to feast
A big celebration
Of past consummations
of grand conceits
Let’s all break some bread and merry down the boulevard
Give medals of honor to all of the goners and deceased
Come on don’t you tell me that you don’t recognize anyone
This is Miss Dickinson
Go ahead and tell her, her poems really lived on
Everybody, life is strictly for the living, like you and me
But tonight we are sharing, despite this odd pairing you see
Let's all raise the dead
And ask them to come to feast
A big celebration of past consummations and grand conceits
Let's all break some bread
And merry down the boulevard
Give medals of honor to all of the goners and deceased
© 2010 Fuzz and Carrie Sangiovanni
It was a night to remember and I will never stop spreading
the word about this wonderful group of musicians. My husband, who had worked
hard and long hours during the past week, showed up at the show wrung dry. He
was completely revived by the exuberance and excellence of Caravan of Thieves.
Come back to Maine as soon as possible! And besides, Maine is prettier than
Connecticut!
Check out their website at Caravan of Thieves
photo by Chad Anderson
