Just got back from Bluesfest where I saw the latest incarnation of War acquit themselves well. All the hits (The Cisco Kid, Slippin' into Darkness, Spill The Wine, Me And My Baby Brother, etc.) and an interesting insertion of Edwin Starr's War ("Huh! What is it good for? Absolutely nuthin!") into The World is a Ghetto. Yes, it's 1969 again. I think the sound is a little better with the stage facing east, since there is less brick and concrete for the sound to bang off of, but you definitely want to bring sunglasses and the widest-brimmed hat you own, since the sun is directly in your face until about 8 p.m. Ouch. It doesn't help that a few of city hall's flagpoles disrupt the view and a pathway cuts through the crowd, inviting dawdlers to stand in the way of people sitting down.
Also on the bill: Southside Steve Marriner (I heard the last few rambunctious minutes, it sounded good) and The Architects, who played some over-emotive, melodic modern rock.
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