Last Night’s Show: Lazy Lester at Boulder Outlook Hotel

Lazy Lester

Better Than: The canned blues playing over the PA between sets — by a long sight.

Admittedly, when I first heard about this show coming up, I had to look up who Lazy Lester (Leslie Johnson) was, but after listening to a great deal of his Excello Records output, I realized I’d heard plenty of his music over the years. Most of the great bluesmen of old are long gone or basically retired. Lester is one of the few still active and getting to see him perform in such an intimate environment was a rare treat.

With a harmonica side player to accent his guitar riffs, Lester played
in an impressively diverse style. A lot of modern blues players I’ve
heard and seen stick to a fairly narrow range of phrasings but Lester
never limited himself even within one song to such hermetic leanings.
His textures and intricate melodies never sounded busy and his deft
interchange between percussive sounds and resonant tones was a marvel
of subtlety. Lester played two sets, the second of which contained an
even greater variety of song styles. But throughout, he mixed in loving
renditions of country covers with originals.

“Sing Me Back Home” and “Down Every Road” by Merle Haggard were
especially effective, Jimmy Reed’s “Big Boss Man” was a reminder of the
power of the pioneering musicians work and Lester surely put his stamp
on the Hank Williams Sr. classic, “Your Cheatin’ Heart.” For a few
numbers, some couples felt so moved by the music, they got up and
danced along to Lester’s gentle yet soulful performance.

Throughout the show, Lester joked with the audience with humor both
silly and profane, but never mean or sarcastic. The highlight of the
intentionally amusing lyrics came toward the end of the set with, “I’m
gonna wake up like poison ivy/I’m gonna be all over you.”

Lazy Lester bucked my expectations of what the old blues men were like
live. Instead of coming from a place of deep sadness and performing
music informed by a soul ache with a passionate intensity, personal
ghosts and demons on display, Lester was having an amused chuckle at
the absurdity of life’s pitfalls and stumbling blocks. His songs
sounded as though he intimately understood that it doesn’t help to
wallow in your pain but that it does the spirit good to acknowledge it
and move on. Rather than dwell on the psychic bruises of this mortal
existence, Lester’s songs pointed to healing one’s ills with humor,
grace and charm. With a flawless mixture of jazz, country and blues,
Lazy Lester worked the more subtle musical magic of the “swamp blues”
rather than that born of deals with the Devil.

Critic’s Notebook:

Personal Bias:
I like it when someone doesn’t have to force his authenticity.

Random Detail: The Boulder Outlook door guys were super friendly.

By the Way: The venue, which regularly hosts blues artists of all stripes, is in the hotel restaurant/bar.