Souled American wasn’t the first band I interviewed, as I did a lot of that in college. And they weren’t the first musicians I interviewed professionally. Those were rap metal group 24/7 Spyz and cellist Hank Roberts. But Souled American was, in 1989, my third professional interview gig. I fell instantly for their debut, and to this day I will occasionally just erupt into “Soldier’s Joy” based on their cover. More often, the deep swampy bass riffs of band co-founder Joe Adducci will run through my head. Now, 30 years after their last album, 1996’s Notes Campfire, they are returning with a new one, titled Sanctions — and come mid-May they’re playing just a few blocks from where I live (at the 4 Star Theater). It looks like “they” is Adducci and Chris Grigoroff. Not present, unfortunately: the great Scott Tuma, whose music has largely drifted away from “songs” (notably, for a spell, as part of Boxhead Ensemble), much as my own listening preferences have. I can’t wait for this concert.