This kid Fox was hot, too. I went home that night happy as a clam that the night’s bass players felt no need “lock in” with their drummers. They were there when the big beat called for it, don’t you worry. This review is in no way meant to suggest that I spent the evening watching Stanley Clarke and Les Claypool wanking off all night. DeCastro and Fox were bass players in all the right ways, but they weren’t afraid to add another element to their bands’ attacks.
Young bassists, if you ever hear that ’80s talk again about the importance of “locking in,” it’s up to you not to heed the call up. I won’t cause waves in the country music community, but rockers: always be there for your drummer, but don’t be square. You dig?