For a lot of people, one Maneri is too many if that one is Jim, the infamous keyboard mad man maniac and Facebook human incendiary who hates Donald Trump more than life itself.
But I've always been partial to Jim because when the entirety of Comfest wanted to string me up and lynch me like a Christmas turkey, ol' Jim Dandy would stop in and give me two Crazy Jim thumbs up. Much appreciated, Maniac Music Man.
Plus once on a day when my back was out thanks to two wanderin' vertebrae, the boy interrupted his jog to help me drive home, set me up on my couch, get my electric fan and then went into my kitchen to fetch me an iced water and even found a nice cup I never knew I had. He mos def eased my suffering. People, I was hurting.
I never forget a kindness.
So when I heard three Maneris were playing together at Filament, a Franklinton performance space, I had to go. Rare event, that: Jim with bassist brother Phil and his young son Vincent on percussion and exotic drums.
Yet I remind you: this little review isn't a returned favor, it is truth.