Living in Atlanta, I’ve come to expect the unexpected. Rarely do any around the way sightings shock me anymore. I may be tickled, amused and highly entertained but truly surprised?? Those times are few and far between. Until one Friday I saw a post on Facebook sharing the time and location of a “guerilla style” jam session. “3pm. Kebbi Williams and the Wolf Pack. 5 Points Marta train station.” Are you SERIOUS???
Now, if you’re not familiar with Kebbi Williams, don’t worry (yet). I just got hip to him when I had a chance to experience his band’s electric performance at Funk Jazz Café a few months ago. (It’s a crime how they killed that stage.) But after bearing witness to the glory of live instrumentation, I just had to be in the place when they threw down at the train station. Kebbi on the saxophone accompanied by his collective of wolves on trumpets, trombones, flutes, tubas, harmonicas, and drums: church. When I tell you I caught the holy ghost in that space, it’s the gospel truth. Totally electrifying.