

In this musically stale era populated by artless pretenders, there's one fantastic cat who stands head and shoulders above the humdrum. The proverbial Renaissance Man, Arto Lindsay does so many things so well that it's difficult to describe him exactly. I could call him a poet who writes as well in Portuguese as he does in English--or a sexy bossa nova troubadour trapped in the body of a geeky physics prof--or an uncanny six-string manipulator who forsakes the usual guitar vocabulary in favor of scritch-scratch effects that rub the ears real raw. Lindsay embodies all of these contradictions--and many more. Symptoms of his sonic schizophrenia are captured on his latest CD, Invoke (Righteous Babe), but like all eclectic-gone-crazy-mad-stoned-cold geniuses, his utterly unique music is best captured live and in the flesh. Backed by a New York-based all-star band including Rollins Band bassist Melvin Gibbs, Lindsay will spark inquiring minds and swing sweaty bodies Wednesday, Oct. 2 at the Cat's Cradle in Carrboro. --Joe Vanderford