Rodriguez at the Triple Door

Rodriguez ::: Photo by Abbey Simmons
In recent years, the mantle of urban philosophy has been held aloft by the hip-hop generation, reflecting the turmoil of forgotten and ill-served neighborhoods where hustling was a way of life. In the decade before “Rapper’s Delight” began making waves, Detroit’s Sixto Diaz Rodriguez, known to most as simply Rodriguez, was committing his own brand of urban philosophy to song. Through two albums released in 1970 and 1971 he remained largely unnoticed in the U.S. and gave up his musical career after his label dropped him and went out of business.
Last year Seattle label Light in the Attic re-released his first LP Cold Fact, and the response from fans was immediate. This year the label has re-released his second LP, Coming from Reality and arranged for an assortment of summer dates throughout the U.S., bringing Rodriguez to Seattle for the first time ever. Tuesday’s sold out show at the Triple Door had Rodriguez backed by San Fransisco’s the Fresh & Onlys, complete with an additional four piece brass section.
Apparently every music writer in town was in the house, though each came off with a completely different take on the night. Minor sound level issues acknowledged, I definitely felt I was witnessing a moment in history and in the presence of a pure thinker. Garbed completely in black, the now 67 years old Rodriguez, retains an effortless image of cool. Dropping philosophical bits of wisdom on all manner of subjects between songs, I began to get a sense of the colorful person portraying the unvarnished reality of Vietnam-era America, and began to perceive Rodriguez’s songs not simply as songs, but as extensions of his own personality.
This unflinchingly honest nature certainly led to a few laughs, but embedded in his comments were larger themes acknowledging the frailty of humanity. If occasionally causing discomfort, this perspective also made night that much more poignant considering Rodriguez’s own obviously advancing age, the 800-pound gorilla in the room that most would probably rather not have been constantly reminded about. Encouraging hooting and hollering from the crowd throughout the set turned a normally staid Triple Door into a something else entirely, in the process earning huge grins from our protagonist; one excited compliment about a nice smile led Rodriguez to respond, “I know it’s bullshit, but keep talking baby.”
Thoughts of mortality aside, any time spent with Rodriguez seems memorable by default, and this night especially so for me. To have been a witness to the Second (or is it Fourth?) Coming of Rodriguez was a privilege, for his deep thoughts and general presence, as much as for the music. Often to be on the stage is to put on airs, but to experience Rodriguez is to have an epiphany about just how ridiculous one’s own airs amount to in the face of living a full and rewarding life.
If you missed it, catch a few videos from Tuesday night after the jump…

Rodriguez ::: Photo by Abbey Simmons

Rodriguez ::: Photo by Josh Lovseth

Rodriguez ::: Photo by Abbey Simmons

Arthur & Yu with the Moondoggies ::: Photo by Josh Lovseth
Flickr: Rodriguez at the Triple Door with Arthur & Yu, June 23, 2009





