He’s back! Alejandro Escovedo is hitting the stage at McGonigel’s Mucky Duck for two shows tonight, and you should be there, too. (I last saw Escovedo in New Jersey, in 2007 or so; he played in an old church, and it was a magical evening, so I will be in the audience tonight, because it’s been far too long.)
If you know of the man and his music, I don’t need to tell you anything else about him. But if you aren’t familiar with him, you’ve got a lot of listening to do, because Escovedo is a singer-songwriter-storyteller extraordinaire.
I recall a period back around 2001 and 2002 when I wore out a few of his CDs — I was listening to By the Hand of the Father and A Man Under the Influence, and I couldn’t get enough. Family, lust, loss, regret, pride, memories, heartache, love, success, failure, death and life and mothers and fathers and sisters and brothers: All of those things and more jumped to vivid life in my mind through those tracks. Listen, and I reckon you’ll experience the same.
I give you this, a song of which I never tire:
Here’s another one:
Escovedo can rock, and he can massage a ballad that will break your heart. He can make you sad and angry and happy. And he makes you realize how miraculous music can be.
Alejandro Escovedo plays at 7 pm and 9:30 pm on Saturday, May 21, McGonigel’s Mucky Duck, 2425 Norfolk Street, Houston, 77098.