Jonathan Edwards. I think Jonathan Edwards used to sing with a local band called Headstone Circus. They played our winter carnival my junior year at prep school. I even talked to them, very big time for a 16 year old. Jonathan's mellowed out some since then, his albums are doing well enough and he's hovering at the position James Taylor had in Boston when he played Sanders Theater in '69. Taylor went from Sanders to a sold-out Boston Garden in one year. Watch Jonathan Edwards.
James Taylor. Baby James has come quite a ways since that night at Sanders. Superstardom, its problems, liasons with Joni Mitchell and Carly Simon, marriage, life of the West Coast, building a house on Martha's Vineyard, even a couple albums. It may be the flat Appalachian twang, or the dryness of his wit, but I think James Taylor sings his life better than Neil Young sings his. What it really is, is that he approaches, but never reaches, the bounds of insipidity.
The Drifters. They're bringing the fifties back. And bringing the fifties back means bringing the Drifters back. Pre-Motown sickness and a diet of Goffin-King brought them to the highest pinnacles of late fifties R 'n' B. And they faded, just as they should've, the day the music died. A studied revival brings them back, for better or worse. The first hundred people at the dour in white socks get in free.
Ed Sanders. Sanders was a Fug. the original social satire-cum-atrocity rock band. He's done some truckstop music, too as well as some stuff that's plain weird like that book on Charlie Manson Whether he's going to read or sing or variations isn't clear yet. Danny Kaib lead guitarist from the Blues Project the one that spawned Al Kooper and Steve Katz, also appears.