Ben Taylor at the Record Bar, Wednesday, February 11
The sight of that tall drink of water turned a lot of heads at the Record Bar last night. Ben Taylor has his dad’s chin, for sure. Also familiar: a low timbre in the voice. But I’m not sure the suburbanites, stoners and aging flower children who turned out in droves to the Record Bar last night would give much of a hoot about Taylor if his dad’s first name wasn’t James. Or maybe they would. Junior Taylor’s music sounded like some other mega-successful acts, but mostly Jack Johnson. It was kind of amusing when he copped to the limitations of being a “Triple S.” That is a “sensitive, singer-songwriter,” a caste for which songs about sex are especially difficult to pull off without sounding all “Your Body Is a Wonderland” cheesy.