City Winery, NYC, sets the perfect stage, both spacious and accessible, with staff as attentive as they come. It’s here that James Mastro, a mischievous glint in his eye and humor in his voice, delivers a performance that never disappoints. Stripped from the usual band setting, this solo act reveals the true essence of James.
This isn’t just about listening to music; it’s about experiencing it. His voice, lyrics, and the way he commands his instruments all weave together to paint a vivid portrait of the artist.
He opens with “Man Who Married the Moon,” a song brimming with energy and subtle charm. His vocals are strong, with a hushed intensity in just the right moments. Then he throws back to the 80s with “No One Has to Know,” a whimsical tune written during his time with Marshall Crenshaw. It’s a nostalgic ride in an open car, bare feet dangling out the window.
“My God” is a personal favorite, the kind of song that stirs the soul and unearths emotions you never knew you had. James has this incredible ability to make you think and feel on a deeper level.
He flows seamlessly into “Find My Way Down,” “Trouble,” “Right Words, Wrong Song,” each song a different shade in the spectrum of human experience. He closes with “River Runs Forever,” a fitting end with lyrics that linger long after the last note fades.
The intimacy of the solo performance creates a unique connection with the audience. It feels like a conversation with a close friend, full of laughter, love, and hope. James engages everyone directly, and the audience responds with enthusiastic participation.
Watching him play multiple instruments while singing is a mesmerizing feat. He fills the stage with his presence, yet somehow it feels like the spotlight shrinks to illuminate the depths of his artistry.
This is James Mastro at his finest – raw, real, and unforgettable.
ps. Click here to learn more about Mastro in Nica Strong’s interview for InfocusVisions.
ps. Click here to read about Marshall Crenshaw who James opened for.
Review by Nica Strong. Photographs by Fredda Gordon.
