Concert Review: Puma Blue Is Our Buddy Holly At MHOW
There is an embedded Buddy Holly quality to Puma Blue that makes him a guaranteed success. It is why we go to Leon Bridges or why I wrote Ghostbusters: Afterlife would be successful. Sometimes, we just want a new face in an old style. Vintage works because people have fantasies about timeframes as much as spaces. Puma Blue is like the future but vintage, and, at MHOW, people really embraced that.
If you don’t know who Buddy Holly is he, basically, helmed an era of jukebox rock that make ordering a root beer float felt like an act of parental rebellion. There was something so banally wild to him that Puma Blue absolutely encompassed. In a world where being a “rebel” is still painted as something either dangerous or glorified into superhuman freedom. Puma Blue removes those dramatics and shows rebels are truly just the only people at a party that know how to actually feel what they feel: if they want to cry, they cry, and if they want to have fun, they HAVE FUN!
GOD BLESS HIS SAXOPHONE PLAYER! OMG! The musicianship of a Puma Blue show, alone, is exhilarating. They have no problem treating an instrumental suite like a Shakespearean soliloquy: allowing their music to speak as much the verses. Again, a rather “old-time” concept that can feel lost in the ‘branding sauce” of modern day music. Nowadays, an artist can feel more at the forefront than their actual art; selling themselves to sell their songs, of which Puma Blue felt more like an uncompromising an entity, in part, because his music was the force.
I just realized I called his music The Force and, once again, have found myself making Star Wars references, but the situation was galactic. Re-entering the concert, I have realized what is working, what is not, what will work, and what will fade. Puma Blue will work because he doesn’t just play music; he makes music the space, For More information On Puma Blue Click Here.
