the FROST
The Frost are the kind of group that shouldn’t be here. They should be in recording studios -sleeping at the St. Regis -eating at the Savoy Grill in London -they should be the house band at Carnegie Hall -they should be playing to packed houses all over the world.
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the FROST
The Frost are the kind of group that shouldn’t be here. They should be in recording studios -sleeping at the St. Regis -eating at the Savoy Grill in London -they should be the house band at Carnegie Hall -they should be playing to packed houses all over the world. But they aren’t.
What they are doing is playing consistently good sets filled with excellent material performed by incredibly proficient musicians who couldn’t have a tighter sound if they were computerized, as second band to the Blue Cheer and the Iron Butterfly - and other monuments to the armpits of American Music. They are saying thank you to the few people brave enough to applaud good music. They are worrying about buying enough gas to get to the next gig. They are as fresh as Dean Moriarity when he tumbled into the mind of Jack Kerouac; as intricately basic as a Stan Lee (Marvel Comics) drawing and as powerful as creation.
What they will be doing tomorrow is up to you and me and anyone else who has five to spend per week on concerts. (Whatever happend to the habit of throwing money onstage as a token of respect and gratitude for a good performance?)
The Frost don't ask for charity, and neither do I. Just listen! Convince your head that you are listening to the "knowns" - Paul Butterfield, or Dylan, or Lennon, or Bartok, or Traffic or Cream or whoever occupies your ears most of the time. Tell your eyes your're looking at a super group. Dont't bother to tell your ears. If you're listening, they'll already know.
