If life was fair, Paul Cebar would have been at the Grammys last week, getting shout-outs from young colleagues for his rich body of work, hanging with illustrious friends like Bonnie Raitt, John Hiatt, Nick Lowe and Los Lobos, dropping wry comments while handing out awards, maybe collecting some hardware himself.
Instead Cebar was on an East Coast swing with his seasoned quintet, Tomorrow Sound, in support of their sparkling new album, "Fine Rude Thing," hoping to generate a buzz and maybe reap a little of the fame and fortune that has proven all too elusive during his 57 years.
"I have this kind of wild position here where I'm 10 years younger than all these luminaries that I've come to know pretty well," Cebar said by phone from New York, where his band was preparing to play for the first time in six years. "It's mind boggling to think about the difference in scale between someone that's actually made it. At this point I'm hoping that I can be a footnote to some sort of cultural idea of what American music is."
Despite his relative anonymity, Cebar is a highly respected songwriter and bandleader with an encyclopedic knowledge of intriguing musical phenomena ranging from jump blues to his beloved New Orleansiana to the shimmering grooves of the Caribbean and far beyond. Through relentless touring, first with the R&B Cadets, then the Milwaukeeans, now Tomorrow Sound, Cebar has cultivated a dedicated following in select spots, especially the Midwest — his native Milwaukee, Madison, Chicago and the Twin Cities, where he'll pull into the Cedar Thursday night.
"We've consistently sold the most records of anywhere in the Twin Cities," he said. "I think actually the Electric Fetus itself has sold more of my records than any other place. I treasure my fans up there. Through all of these years I think there's always been a group that includes us in their essentials. I hope to grow the core."
The new seedling is "Fine Rude Thing," the band's first album since 2007. It's rife with Cebar's potent trademark synthesis of scintillating rhythms and steamy melodies, mostly from global tropical zones, laced with tasty slabs of American R&B, soul and blues. After the rambunctious title track, the disc slips down Beale and Bourbon, along Havana's Malecón, around Corcovado, across the Mersey and into the Sahara, winding up with the ska workout "Like Loving People Do."
You can pick out Beatles harmonies, Motown riffs, Cuban son, Al Green or Lee Dorsey references, but the joyous alchemist in Cebar has spun it all into timeless, genre-defying gold.
An inveterate musicological Indiana Jones excavating dusty vinyl bins for forgotten gems from Sierra Leone or Bahia, Cebar has been obsessed with discovering the sources of his obscure musical threads since he was a kid.