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DAN ROCKETT BAND AS SEEN
THROUGH THE EYES OF CHARLES
I saw the legendary Daniel Rockett play
a searing acoustic set on Tuesday night [in Los Angeles]. It
was my first time seeing the man, who has been lifted to the
status of idol by Young John G.
Seated under a single spotlight at a
cozy Pico Blvd. nightspot called the Mint, Mr. Rockett tore through
a 40 minute set of ballads and hard rockers in front of a crowd
of about...oh...15.
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The small size of the pseudo-throng was
made up for by its sheer exuberance (or perhaps by Jagermeister).
In attendance was epic film director Michael Brand, sporting
a Pakistani print shirt and a rock & roll sneer. Also present
was Larry Milburn, there to see the next act.
Mr. Rockett ripped through several new
songs, at one point noting, "This song I just finished a
couple of weeks ago, so if I make
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shit up later, please bear with me."
Mr. Rockett's foot-stomping, hard-strumming style was most noticeable
during his two-song segue to close the show (something? ->
"The Prophet"). The rising star was working his woodsy
axe with such fury that it seemed as if he would literally cave
the thing in and eat it for a light snizz-ack. The punchline
of the final number(s) came as Rockett powerfully belted out
the chorus to "Strawberry Fields" and brought his short,
but spirited set to a close.
My pants. My pants for your country.
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