Robert Bradley’s Blackwater Surprise
Friday, Nov. 19
Robert Bradley has a truly magnificent voice. Nothing impresses me more than a man with some grit and gravel to his voice who can sustain over the length of a set, not to mention the length of a tour. It is a mystery of life. How does Steven Tyler scream for two hours a night, every night for a year on tour, and go out and do it again? Even more impressive is Angus Young. But Robert Bradley is not a screamer.
His vocals come from deep in his gut, the gravel from a lifetime spent traveling and touring, and giving himself over, heart and soul, to audiences. I had never seen Robert Bradley perform. I had never even heard of Bradley. But I took the word of a friend who has listened to him for years that I would “really love the show,” and I did. The first half of the show had a slow groove, not particularly upbeat or danceable, but warm, inviting and sexy.
Or maybe that was smutty … Bradley delved into more than a few comments about sexual exploits, which initially caught me off guard. This was the moment my friend decided to lean over and say, “Uh, did I tell you that he has a tendency to go off and ramble about sex?” Um, no. But it didn’t matter, anyway. I was already caught up in the love-dominated set, which included “Still Lovin’ You,” “When You Love” and “Don’t Take the Love.”
Now tell me, with those amazing vocals and a set list that reads like that, how could I avoid falling in love with Robert Bradley?