Monday, April 25, 2011

AMERICAN BLOOMERS @ The Hotel Cafe

Jane Sheldon, Jaime Wyatt & Jonathan Sheldon of American Bloomers
Jane Sheldon, Jaime Wyatt & Jonathan Sheldon of American Bloomers perform at The Hotel Cafe.
photo by picksysticks


Some California dreams never die. Sometimes they start strong, bring together other individuals with similar desires that together form a group with similar chemistry. They create an entirely new entity that is Jaime Wyatt of American Bloomersboth refreshing and unique, moving swiftly along, taking synchronized strides in rhythm with the stars on the boulevard. Then something happens. Life confronts them with obstacles of the unexpectant. The evil villain of worldly society enters into the equation to throw a detour in the intended path. Shit happens. Other callings arise. However, the unifying dreams and hopes keep them together, even though their journey soon falls to sitting on the back burner for a while.

American Bloomers happens to be one of these types California dreams. Now the band is back on the scene once again, long since simmering like a stew, now served hot with a brighter flavoring of extra spices to form a more robust taste that only time was able to create.

It was like their sound went from bar room brawl to show room shine, from stereo to surround sound, from a log cabin to a house on the hills. The main players are the same names, some of the songs are the same, but there has been dramatic growth and an obvious evolution to their sound. If you are unfamiliar with American Bloomers, past or present, their music is a vibrant California wildflower blend of rock without the thrash, country without the twang, with singer/songwriter soloists lifted to the power of three.


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Jaime Wyatt is still the front woman on guitar with her rough diamond vocals that now has an added polished sparkle. She not only strikes the emotions of tough struggles, but now a feeling of breaking through, reflects in her voice. The sandy grit of her voice is still evident, but with an added uplifting roundness of radiant hope. Like the sounds of a struggling artist with aAmerican Bloomers' Jane Sheldton history of bad times finally turned good, but still not truly able to release or escape her emotions from the past. A duality and depth as though she is sunshine still casting dark shadows.

Her spiced up guitar solos has turned into a burning hotness in itself. When it is her guitar’s time to shine, it flared up like gasoline thrown on an acoustic singer/songwriter steady candle flame. It is as if it suddenly screams, “Hell no! I’m not going to follow in steps with these acoustic guitars no longer! Set me free!” Wyatt lets it go, leaning and kneeling into it as though the instrument was attempting to pull her into the aching screams of the steel strings. Then she’d pull herself back up to the microphone, before the guitar solo could take over the song. She allows the instrument just enough spotlight time not to let it get an ego that would try to overwhelm the song. Guitar solos that explode with striking beauty that soon dissipates, keeping the solo in control and not letting it turn the song into a structure fire.

Jane Sheldon has a crisp choir vocal along with her acoustic guitar strumming and piano playing. She sounds of golden vibrancy. Wyatt delivers the dirt and gravel, tough road of trials voice, while Sheldon delivers the high hopes, butterflies fluttering between the blooming flowers and blue skies. It is an uplifting voice. She deliJonathan Sheldon of American Bloomersvers with a country vibe without the twang and heartache. There is an angelic, sunny side of California feel that she delivers and radiates.

Jonathan Sheldon delivers the sturdiness to the trio. He jams on the acoustic guitar as if he was Elvis rocking the stage, swinging and swaying it as though he was dancing and romancing the instrument with his hands and arms. His vocals deliver like a gunslinger, a quick draw of emotion and energy. It has a continuous bursting charm, much like his movement on guitar. There is no calm steadiness for a stool solo for him. There is a carefree energy about him, like he is rocking out beyond the others, in his own zone, like those people wearing headphones, dancing in their own, oblivious to the world. He has the voice of up-tempo pop.

The trio each adds a unique flavor to the band, like a good cup of coffee. Wyatt fills the dark coffee with an edge of bitter taste that is contrasted with the sugar sweet vocals of Jane Sheldon, along with the half-and-half smooth blend of John Sheldon to make the taste complete. American Bloomers is an aroma blend of lounge sounds with a highly caffeinated jolt. That would be the city view of their sound if one were not able to get out into the country to see that open field of California wildflowers in bloom bursting like fireworks over lush green.


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