If you’ve yet to experience a live performance by the Screaming Eagle of Soul, the incomparable Charles Bradley, there is but one directive for you: Go. A master whose concerts are a roller-coaster ride through gospel-fervored jubilation, heartfelt pathos, thang-shakin’ getdown, and back around again, Bradley is the closest figure this age has to a James Brown or an Otis Redding. The Southern-born shouter, who here makes his long-awaited Hudson Valley return via a booking at BSP’s rarely opened Back Room Theater, is simply not to be missed—assuming, that is, you dig the stuff called good music. (If These Trees Could Talk mouth off August 4; Television tunes in September 4.) 7pm. $25, $30. Kingston.
This article appears in August 2016.
