April 23rd, 2010, at approximately 8:00 PM, Central Daylight “Earth” Time, something began to stir in heaven. Angels began pacing, clouds drifted tirelessly and a somber essence filled the air.
On the east side of the ever after musician’s that had gone upward and onward began to gather.
DONNY: Yeah, man. He’s ready.
VAN: Man, are you sure. His range is so much of everything.
LUTHER: I haven’t been gone as long as either of you. But I know skill when I hear it. He’s ready.
TEDDY: Oh yeah. I know that level of confidence, personally. That’s what’s going to drive the lady’s mad!
TUPAC: Yeah, but did y’all hear his beats under that smooth ass voice?!
SAMMY: Check this out young blood. That cat has mad, crazy talent. That is a true gentleman. And that is the prelude to success.
FRANK: You got that right Sammy! He’s reppin our style, totally.
NAT: Yep, that’s truly the soul of a black man.
Back on earth as this mass group of celestial, lyrical genius’ began to toast this new blood; the Cambridge room at the House of Blues began to fill up. Within moments it was standing room only.
First on stage was the up and coming rap group “360“. Their retro-style (very reminiscent of the De La Soul’s consciousness) got the crowd motivated. But, you could tell that everyone was ready for the headliner.
Spoken word artist, A J Houston, then calmed the room with a verbal kiss to the ladies in order to set the tone for the man who would be performing.
As A J finished his set, back up singers took the stage, and then entered a band and a Man with his bottle of Whiskey. And although he had yet to speak, raucous clapping and chatter filled the room.
FEMALE VOICE 1: “Girl, he fine as hell“
FEMALE VOICE 2: “DANG, he cut“
MALE VOICE 1: “DANG, brotha tight!”
MALE VOICE 2: “Maannn whateva!”
Totally oblivious to the fact that he was simultaneously inciting hatred and lust, Sol stepped to the mic and with a sensual grimace looked upon the crowd with fierce confidence as if to say, “Yeah, I am ready”, then began belting out “Whiskey“.
The wonderful thing about Sol Blackman is not his style, stance or rock hard abs. No, none of that is a major attraction when you line it up against the fact that this man’s formal training and education has nothing to do with music. His talents are true gifts from God. And I must say, personally, I appreciate that he did not hide any of them.
Sol’s understated moves, which were totally in line with the rhythm of his performance weren’t intentionally sexy. But when you’re as smooth as Hennessy Beaute du Siecle Cognac you can’t help but intoxicate a room merely with your presence.
From his rat packesque look, to a sound reminiscent of many familiar crooners, you honestly can’t hold Sol to one genre or style. His range runs from classy/sexy to rock/ready. One moment he’s singing about inebriating adult libations, then he’s unintentionally (or maybe with great aforethought) penetrating our minds with Nasty Thoughts only to then tell us it’s “Not a passing phase” as he wrapped up by trying to convince us – individually – “I don’t want nobody else”.
Sol ended his set by performing Prince’s “Purple Rain”. How apropos that he would choose a song from an artist who also has a mad, funky range that is unique unto itself.
All of the words written and performed by Sol (with exception to Purple Rain) were his own creations. This House of Blues performance was the first as a means of peaking interest for his upcoming CD release which will take place at the end of the year. So, if you were not fortunate enough to make it to this showing, by all means go to http://www.solblackman.com in order to be one of the first to get your copy of his CD at the end of the year – also to follow the progress of this rising star.
Yes, the forefathers of funk, blues, jazz, rock and soul are smiling upon this young man. Because Sol Blackman is ready – and receive him, we shall.
For more information about Sol Blackman and future performances, contact:
7th Letter Soul
Clarence E. Shepard
Shepic Media Group