Spafford is a band that deserves more: more fans, more coverage, and more respect. With a signature sound amphitheater-ready and a technical proficiency seldom heard in today’s music, the fact they haven’t reached greater heights yet is truly one of life’s simple mysteries. Hooked from the moment I first heard them in 2017, I’ve been singing their praises to anyone who will listen for years now. That being said, a recent fan post in the band’s “Spaffnerds” group got my blood boiling a bit. It read something to the effect of “Guys. Spafford is destroying the northeast right now and not a single jamblog is writing about it. WTF.” Having written about this band several times in the past, at first I took offense, but then I took it as a personal challenge to get these guys some more ink. So in a completely irrational, last second decision, I loaded up the car in Albany and made the two and half hour drive across state lines to catch Spafford’s headlining show at the Homestead in Morristown, New Jersey on Monday, July 10th.
Having never been to the Homestead before, I initially found parking to be a bit of a situation. With the summer night life of Morristown hustling and bustling right through showtime, I ultimately ponied up at a nearby municipal garage. Following my ear, I knew exactly where to go once I stepped out of the car. That’s because you could hear Spafford’s opening reggae-styled cover of “Soul to Squeeze” by the Red Hot Chili Peppers’ firing up from almost a block away. The colorful and luscious guitar tone of Brian Moss’ custom ax, Raven, was like a beacon calling to everyone nearby, ‘lend us your ears and we’ll send you home happy.’ By the time the band landed on “Plans,” the entire outdoor patio was packed with people. Even the curiously vacant parking lot adjacent to the venue started filling with people who were at least interested enough to listen, but on the fence about paying for it.
Inside the Homestead was a completely different vibe. A combination of danceable and sweaty energy, the smell of chicken wings and comfort food, and more mesmerizing than anything, the sound. The high ceilings of the venue made Spafford sound huge. Admitted audiophiles, the band which consists of Brian Moss (guitar,vocals), Jordan Fairless (bass,vocals), Nick Tkachyk (drums,vocals), and Cory Schechtman (keybords), work tirelessly before every show to achieve peak tones in whatever room they’re playing; they always sound great on whatever stage you put them.
Originally formed in Arizona, the last few years have seen much of the band return to their east coast roots. With Moss growing up in Jersey, the show would take on a bit of a “hometown throwdown” feel. Close family and friends could be seen dancing along on the side of the stage, including Moss’ adorable little rock star, Henry, who appeared to be having a blast watching his dad shred into our third song of the night in “Todd’s Tots.” While I don’t know who Todd is, I do know this was the musical highlight of the opening set. Things would then get down right “untzy” then “reptilian” with a well-placed combination of “Funkenseven” that alligatored into the Jordan Fairless led “Salamander Song” to send the Morristown crowd dancing the whole way into set break at the Homestead.
Walking out for second set accompanied by music from Rage Against the Machine, you could just feel the boys were about to get down to some serious business. Launching into the nights only track from their most recent studio album, 2022’s Simple Mysteries, “Fake the Fate,” the dance party resumed almost instantly. Some fans expressing themselves by spinning in circles, showing their moves to drift away while the surging groove carried us straight into “Windmill,” one of the band’s most sought after originals. Perhaps the centerpiece of the show, Spafford let it all hang out here, tongues included. Sustaining those high notes for added emphasis, when Moss starts making unintentional stank face, you know things are going pretty good. People who were seeing the band for the first time simply could not believe what they were hearing. As Brian’s complicated guitarwork reached soaring new heights reminiscent of what you might hear in the peak of Phish’s “David Bowie,” one older gentleman near the soundboard commented how he hasn’t heard chops like that since his days of seeing Jerry.
Exchanging rays of mental dues
-Lyrics from “Windmill”
Accepting moods that new grooves proves
A simple song, it has no cost
Through this rif my troubles’ lost
You’ve got me dreaming again
Open my mind to a new way
A long way from fine
Up next came another Fairless special with “Lonely,” a track that has continually showed itself to be one of the bands biggest jam vehicles. This exceptional rendition proved that true once again with Jordan crooning his heart out while the band stretched its legs into some beautiful type II territory. Keyboardist Corey Schechtman also really shinned here. Schechtman, who played his first Spafford gig at this same venue one year prior, has really settled into his role nicely; you can just see how much more confident he is now. With other-worldly skills dripping out of his fingertips, Schectman has the ability to completely change the direction the jam is going…and that’s usually for the better. Often locking eyes with Nick on drums, the two seemed to have formed a strong bond over this past year.
Showing amazing musical maturity by building the groove up, then holding onto it until they have everyone’s undivided attention, imagine how difficult it must be to show this kind of restraint. Like driving a Ferrari through a 30mph school zone, Spafford’s patience has always been one of their biggest assets. They always seem to know just the right moment to step on the gas and when to let off of it. Closing the four song second set was our second cover of the night, a crowd-pleasing version of “Love Song,” as popularized by The Cure. It was only the second time they’ve played it this year.
With a hard 11pm curfew rapidly approaching, it was from here to “Eternity” as another Jordan led song was selected as the lone encore of the evening, capping off another stellar performance by a band that’s currently at the top of their game. Afterwards the guys could be seen hanging out by the merch table, signing posters and taking selfies with fans. Their approachability is yet another endearing quality.
While the high-flying bird band Goose is currently commanding most of the jam scene headlines, bubbling just under the surface is a whole litany of other amazing acts of the same genre. Right at the top has got to be Spafford. Using music as their weapon and perhaps benefitting from all the recent attention the improv community has been getting, we can only hope this band will get their big break soon. Worth every penny of the $20 ticket and worth traveling for every time I’ve seen them, these guys are the real deal. Real people with a real shot at achieving their dreams. Still finding the balance between touring life, raising toddlers, and writing new songs, these hardworking guys are putting it all on the line every time they go out there, both musically and personally. When I asked Moss point blank if filling amphitheaters is even what he wants, without hesitation he said, “Of course, that’s what I’m in this for. We’re here to take over the world.” A true rock n’ roll answer if there ever was one, well Mr. Moss, I believe you can do it and I believe in Spafford.
Spafford | July 10, 2023 | The Homestead | Morristown, New Jersey
Set 1: Soul to Squeeze*, Plans, Todd’s Tots, Funkenseven>Salamander Song
Set 2: Fake the Fate > Windmill, Lonely, Love Song **
Encore: Eternity
*Red Hot Chili Peppers cover
**The Cure cover
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