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January 21, 2007
Jared Bartman Shows Promise
at Black Koffee.
by Tyler Sutherland
Walking South on Sheridan, just
off the campus of Loyola University, it’s easy to miss Black
Koffee. It shares residence at 6560 N Sheridan with a pizza place
and a bar. Its glass door entrance is tucked away at the South
edge of the building and you might only realize you’ve gone too far
when you notice the boxes on the sidewalk full of paperbacks marked
“Free Books.” On Friday night I was lucky enough to hear
the music pouring from the second floor. It told me to follow the
trail
of flyers advertising Black Koffee’s free WiFi and various services up
the stairs to the coffee shop slash used bookstore.
A young, skinny, up and coming
solo artist named Jared Bartman
stood in front of a projector screen belting out one of his own tunes
called “I Refuse Technology.” He played fairly simple chords on
acoustic guitar over repetitive beats from the keyboard standing behind
him. His clever lyrics immediately got my attention and I thought his
sound had a striking resemblance to Howie Day or even Rufus
Wainwright. I took a seat on a leather couch and noticed a
cute, dark haired college girl in red beads giving me a death glare
like I’d just crashed her own personal concert. Obviously, she
was
with the band.
It seemed like friends occupied
several of the tables surrounding Jared’s set-up, many were from his
hometown of Princeton. He
spoke openly with the crowd in between songs and had a very laid
back attitude toward the entire performance. Maybe it was because
it was his first show leading up to his debut EP, entitled the “Kathy
Clark EP.”
Or perhaps he was just going
with the vibe you get from Black Koffee, it’s a very chilled out,
welcoming place. Most of the beverages are
self serve, flat five-dollar rate for unlimited coffee and you don’t
pay for anything until you’re walking out the door. How do they
know
what you’ve consumed? The honor system…I’m serious. That’s
just the type of place Black Koffee is; a rare brew, you feel at ease
walking around, checking out the various books, old comics, memorabilia
and knick-knacks they have everywhere.
Jared Bartman fit right
in. He looked unassuming…dark greasy hair, grey T-shirt, jeans
and Converse All-Stars. He tuned his guitar for a song off the
upcoming EP called “Looking Glass House.” Jared leaned toward the mic
on the keyboard and let out what can only be described as an “mmp-ta
Ka-ta!” and then it looped in perfect rhythm…mmp-ta Ka-ta, mmp-ta
Ka-ta, mmp-ta Ka-ta and as he began plucking the strings it suddenly
occurred to me where his beats were coming from. It’s a small
touch, but you don’t usually see that sort of creativity or depth from
an eighteen-year-old singer/songwriter. And that was just the tip
of the iceberg.
He wasn’t afraid to put the
guitar away and play a song or two on keyboard. At one point, he
busted out a mandolin and did a cover of “The Crane Wife 3” by The
Decemberists. Still not impressed? Then maybe you’re the
reason he pulled out a ukulele and had everyone sing along to Johnny
Cash’s “The Ring of Fire.” Versatility seems to be Jared
Bartman’s middle name, and not only that; the kid has got serious
talent. His lyrics are thought provoking, but not overly
complicated or so obscure you can’t relate to them. He’s got a
good voice that seems tailor-made for that Matt Costa type of
sound. But Jared would tell you his influences are John
Vanderslice, Radiohead, Death Cab for Cutie, and of course, The Beatles.
The truth is, Jared Bartman has
the sort of talent that he could seriously blow up like any of the
great artists mentioned above. If you’re the sort of person that
likes to dig a little for your music, if you want to be the first cool
kid on the block that mentioned his name, y’know “before it was cool to
like Jared Bartman” then I suggest you head on over to his MySpace (www.myspace.com/jaredbartman)
and get yourself a sample. You can even catch a couple videos of
his performance at Black Koffee. Believe me, I was there, you
won’t regret it.
Editors
Note:
His website is fun and well worth the view, don't forget the videos

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