We refer to John Cardone as a “bass lifer.” That is, a ceaselessly steadfast and accomplished player whose long and winding road of a career spans school gigs, soirees of varied delineations, establishments of dubious and eminent renown, to esteemed concert stages and all permutations thereof. We’re talking about a dedicated denizen of the lower register.
The true yet unheralded backbone of rock ‘n’ roll who fearlessly traverses genres and generations. The lean, soul-patch, side-burn, slick coiffed cat who joyfully plies his craft on a myriad of instruments which he fervently collects whilst purveying the astute credo “right tool for the right job” and, of course, “it has to look great!” A bassist/vocalist, John has performed and recorded with his prog-hero John Ford of The Strawbs, and anchored The Sixties repertory ensemble among others. When Cardone eventually departs this mortal coil; the basses, the rigs, and the stage garb (hair gel, Beatle boots included) go with him in the afterlife road case.