Another Bad Style Revolt


My first glimpse of Paul Weller was fronting the Style Council on the 1985
telecast of Live Aid. His celebrated days in the Jam were obscure, but his
aesthetic exchange onstage with then-wife D.C. Lee was heartening and
inspiring to this sista-gal-in-development. Weller has kept his ears wide
open in the subsequent decades of his solo career, and he’s received
accolades for interrogating everything from Traffic folk-rock to Gil’s
agit-rap. His 22 Dreams—a portrait of the artist at 50—shows that Weller is
neither resting on his laurels nor forgetting the gifts that Africana
continues to give his motherland. Weller’s soul is indeed heavy, and I can
dig it.

Wed., Sept. 10, 8 p.m., 2008