??!! “You Crack Addict—Get Back on Stage! I Paid $100 for This Ticket!”
posted by December 10 at 10:37 AMon
That’s what one disgruntled fan hollered into a microphone left deserted onstage by Sly Stone this past Friday in New York.
It only took a few minutes Friday night at BB King’s in New York to confirm the worst about funk and R&B legend Sly Stone. That’s because Stone only made it through five of what could be loosely construed as numbers before announcing he needed a bathroom break. As recent observers have noted of Stone’s failed comeback, needing to pee is code for drugs. And when that happens, the show is over.
Then there’s this:
The show had started ominously. Stone was an hour late, and when he finally sat down at his keyboards he led the audience through a medley of one-line snippets of hits sung first on an altering voice box and then in a whisper.
Making Sly’s dissolution even sadder:
[T]he band is amazing. Former Family Stone horn player Jerry Martini, for example, sizzled on solos as did Cynthia Robinson. As many have noted, the current band is much better than the real Family Stone was in memory some 40 years ago.
Dammit. I’d love to see Cynthia Robinson knocking it out live, and my love for the classic Sly and the Family Stone output has never been deeper. (Confidential to so-called music fans who’ve worn out their copies of There’s a Riot Goin’ On but continue to ignore its lithe and gorgeous follow-up Fresh: Correct your grievous wrong.)
But why would I pay some big-name crackhead $100 to pretend to be Sly Stone when I could get a local crackhead to do it for $20?
(Thanks again to Roger Friedman, who, it must be said, is not immune to the douchey FOX headline.)