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Rob Webster / Bio

It begins with the bass: three notes, two tones leading into the tonic, the root note repeated in quarter beats, through one measure, into two before returning to the eighth-note intro. Once more the quarter notes beat a pulse, constant, steady, and in whatever bars in whatever towns flung like flies across America’s breadbasket, highheeled feet have found their throbbing ground, penny loafers, sneakers, rubber-soled tennis shoes or boots of Spanish leather are polishing the pine-streaked floor and the glass in whatever window, however fogged, quivers like a case containing a heart too large for its fragile canister. Drum sticks flicker mid-air momentarily and, in a whirl, thump a pad, every downbeat accentuated with one peremptory pump, and a tonal network spirals around the first heartbeat pulse: musical vibrations quivering like nerves so palpable you can almost feel their ecstatic fabric. And finally, a strummed acoustic guitar thrums through the room, and you might, only might, now realize all of it - drums, guitar and bass - is presently performed before you by one man. All this, before the soar of a searing vocal starts. And what a vocal. A leonine roar slashed through with all the scars of a blues singer while sweetened with the melodic sensibility of only our best pop crooners. But it doesn’t matter now. No one can hear it. They’ve checked out. They’re all body and soul, dancing there in the arms of whatever partner they’re lucky enough to share this experience with, this moment of such beauty and sensuality you can touch it, smell it, breathe it. And this moment is the music of Rob Webster. Rob is native to Chicago, Illinois, is, quite simply, one of the most interesting things I’ve heard in modern music. Vividly I remember walking into Derailed Saloon (packed, as is always the case wherever Rob plays) in Durango, CO and hearing him for the first time. He was playing “Sex on Fire,” first sung by Kings of Leon, and unlike almost all covers, I could never listen with satisfaction to the original again. After hearing Rob’s vocal, the sound of a man so madly in love with the unattainable, so possessed by the unpossessible, the sound of a man whose prison is himself but can find some freedom in the beauty of his persistent cry, I could never listen to the original without recognizing it lacked the very fire it spoke of. The relationship between Rob Webster and his audience is symbiotic in nature. Though he performs Pink Floyd’s “Another Brick in the Wall” splendidly, not even in that cover can you detect the least separation between Webster and his crowd. Quite the contrary, in fact. I’ve never seen an artist more passionately devoted to the satisfaction of his fans. In this way, he travels from place to place as a bee travels from flower petal to flower petal, pollinating, inseminating into a listenership whatever sense of beauty he can. Thus does his audience extend. They listen, and then they speak. They bring their friends out the next time he’s in town, the whole show begins again, and, to quote another Pink Floyd song, one I’d love to hear Mr. Webster perform sometime in the near future, “The Show Must Go On.” And the show does go on, every night Rob Webster is in town. To listen to Rob Webster is to hear originals that, in their timelessness, strike you as strangely familiar, and covers that, in the originality of their arrangement, seemingly caress your ear for the first time. Again...

General Info

Band Members
Rob Webster
Artist Name
Rob Webster
Home Page
http://www.reverbnation.com/robwebstermusic
Active Since
01/02
Genres
Rock / Electro-Acoustic Rhythms & Sounds

Contact Info

Location
Durango, CO

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