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						Jose Ramirez 
						Here I Come 
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								I've been waiting this month for 
								a new album to really, really grab me.
							Here it 
								is!  
							My new favorite blues album comes from a  
							very unlikely source, a relative 
								unknown cat from a place in the world not really 
								known for producing blues artists. Jose Ramirez 
								had his fling with fame earlier this year when 
								the native of Costa Rica, representing the D.C. 
							Blues Society, finished second in the 
								International Blues Challenge in Memphis.
							It sure didn't take Ramirez long to 
							capitalize on his IBC showing as the 
							guitarist/vocalist teamed up with Anson Funderburgh 
							and some stellar backing musicians in a studio in 
							Austin to produce the very outstanding independent 
							release, Here I Come. Ramirez capably covers 
							a lot of different blues styles on the 11 cuts here, 
							segueing seamlessly from straight blues, horn-driven 
							soul and New Orleans funky stuff, as well as other 
							various influences. For a young dude in just his 
							early 30s, Ramirez also shows a knack for creative 
							songwriting, having composed nine of the 11 songs.
							Ramirez opens with an 
							autobiographical blues shuffle, "Here I Come," on 
							which he introduces himself to the listener by 
							identifying his major blues influences. We get the first inkling that keyboardist Jim Pugh 
							(best known by for his 25 years with The Robert Cray Band) is going to be 
							the other highlight of this album as he plays some 
							extremely hot piano on this one. "I Miss You Baby," 
							a Freddie Simon composition, follows, a nice slow blues with a 
							big band sound provided by the always exemplary 
							Texas Horns, while Ramirez shows off on guitar with a 
							very subtle T-Bone Walker-style solo that is, quite 
							frankly, fabulous.
							The band gets funky on "Gasoline And 
							Matches," a New Orleans-ish romp with fine piano 
							from Pugh, big horn sound from the Texas Horns, and 
							most notably some unbelievably smokin' guitar 
							from both Ramirez and Funderburgh. "One Woman Man" 
							gives Ramirez the chance to use his very nice voice to 
							succinctly explain that he's certainly not a one 
							woman man and thus he's hard to love. Pugh sets down a 
							steady hypnotic beat on the piano before ending the 
							song with a jazzy Latin outro.
							"Goodbye Letter," featuring more 
							great piano from Pugh, is a slow blues that at seven 
							minutes and 39 seconds is the longest song on the 
							album, but it's so good that you won't get bored by 
							its length. 
							Next up is a pleasant soulful tune, "The Way You 
							Make Me Feel," with a muted trumpet solo being the 
							highlight of this song. 
							Pugh switches over to the Hammond B3 
							to provide the foundation for the slow blues 
							shuffle, "Three Years," with Ramirez digging deep 
							into his soul to pour a lot of angst into his 
							smooth, soulful voice. He also coaxes as much emotion 
							from his guitar on a superb mid-song solo. Ramirez's voice is just as 
							strong on "As You Can See," a slow soul number, as he 
							begs his woman for her 
							missing affection. 
							Pugh's organ playing on the very 
							soulful "Waiting For Your Call" is outstanding, 
							intro-ing the song with a solo that reminds me of 
							Garth Hudson's best playing with The Band. The horns 
							come in behind Ramirez's vocals while Pugh continues 
							to lift what is already s a very good song to an 
							even higher level with innovative B3 sounds. 
							"Waiting For Your Call" is so strong and emotional that chills 
							ran up and down my spine. Pugh keeps it up on 
							Ramirez's version of Robert Johnson's "Traveling 
							Riverside Blues," turning this Delta classic into 
							something that the original artist likely couldn't 
							have imagined (or maybe he could have?). Nice guitar 
							work from Ramirez here, too, but again, quite a 
							change from the original. 
							Here I Come closes with a 
							strong mid-tempo blues shuffle, "Stop Teasing Me," 
							in which Ramirez sings to an audience member who is 
							perhaps flirting at him from the dance floor, 
							finally threatening (or promising) to take her home 
							with him. The subject matter of this song 
							may or may not be based on actual incident ... only 
							Ramirez knows for sure. Once again, Pugh tears it up on the 
							B3.
							I'd be remiss to not 
							comment on the fantastic blues-related tattoos that 
							Ramirez sports on both arms. You'll need to purchase 
							the album to see them, but trust me when I say that 
							both tats are truly creative and well-done. The man 
							or woman responsible for the artwork on Ramirez's 
							arms isn't credited in the liner notes, but 
							if the Blues Foundation ever awards a KBA for "best 
							blues tattoos" this artist will be a slam dunk 
							winner.
							Here I Come is an early 
							candidate for the best blues album of 2020. If 
							there's anything better coming down the chute,  
							I can't wait to hear it. In the meantime, Here I 
							Come gets my highest recommendation. We should 
							be hearing a lot more from Ramirez in the future, 
							hopefully sooner rather than later.
							
								--- Bill Mitchell