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Graham Nash Tribute w/ Prince Billy, Fleet Fox, Benson

GRASSROOTS RECORDS AND (((folkYEAH!))) ANNOUNCE

BE YOURSELF: A TRIBUTE TO GRAHAM NASH’S SONGS FOR BEGINNERS TO BE RELEASED MAY 25

ROBIN PECKNOLD, BONNIE ‘PRINCE’ BILLY, VETIVER, JOHNATHAN RICE

BRENDAN BENSON AND MORE CONTRIBUTE COVERS OF THE NASH CLASSICS

Legendary singer-songwriter Graham Nash‘s emotionally charged solo debut Songs For Beginners was first released in 1971 and came on the heels of a temporary split with his CSN band mates, David Crosby and Stephen Stills, and a permanent break with his then-love, Joni Mitchell. The album was a hit, climbing to #15 on the Billboard chart and introducing the now-classic songs “Military Madness,” “Simple Man,” “Used To Be A King,” and the Top 40 single “Chicago.” Rock and Roll Hall of Famer Graham Nash first rose to stardom with British Invasion hit-makers The Hollies. He went on to co-found the rock super groups Crosby, Stills & Nash and CSM&Y and remains active with both configurations. Throughout it all, Nash has pursued an acclaimed solo career, beginning with the 1971 gem Songs for Beginners. The songs from this classic have stood the almighty test of time and have been covered by a long list of music makers across the globe.

Now, flash forward to 2010, Nile Nash & Britt Govea of (((folkYEAH!))) presents have assembled an all star lineup of contemporary music leaders such as Bonnie “Prince” Billy, Robin Pecknold (of Fleet Foxes), Brendan Benson (of The Raconteurs), Vetiver, Alela Diane, Sleepy Sun, Mariee Sioux & Greg Weeks (from Espers), Port O Brien with The Papercuts, The Moore Brothers and Graham’s own daughter, Nile Nash. All of these contemporary artists have come together to honor and celebrate Graham’s first solo LP, Songs For Beginners. The artists put a unique spin on each song, making it his or her own while also honoring the timeless vibe of the original recordings. Some stay true to the arrangements that Graham and his Bay Area musician pals laid down in 1970, while others go for a completely fresh reinterpretation. Each track is sure to delight and introduce these already epic and timeless songs to a new generation of music lovers. This tribute LP, titled Be Yourself: A Tribute To Graham Nash’s Songs For Beginners, will be released via Grass Roots Records in Spring 2010.

All of the songs on this inspired collection were recorded between May and October of 2009. A few selections from Graham’s classic second solo release Wild Tales have also been recorded; Johnathan Rice handles “On The Line,” Tyson Vogel (of Two Gallants) takes “Hey You (Looking At The Moon)” to another place, and Jonathan Wilson (of Chris Robinson’s Wooden Family, Jenny Lewis, Elvis Costello) featuring an all star Laurel Canyon lineup recreates the now-classic Wild Tales jam “And So It Goes (Music Gets You High).”

In order to maintain the righteous tone of the original record and to also continue Graham’s lifelong commitment to educating our next generation, Graham, Nile, the artists, and Grass Roots Records are donating a portion of the proceeds from the record to Wavy Gravy’s Camp Winnarainbow. Through the use of music, acrobatics, games and production this circus and performing arts camp in the Mendocino woods of northern California teaches children and adults tools for building self-esteem, community, conflict resolution, communication and plain old merriment.

Be Yourself: A Tribute To Graham Nash’s Songs For Beginners will be released on May 25. A limited number 1000 editions of 180 gram vinyl will be pressed and will include a bonus 7 inch of the additional material. This will be available only through the Grassroots Records website, grassrootsrecordco.com. Pre-orders begin February 15 and will be fulfilled on a first come, first serve basis.

Full Track Listing:

PORT O BRIEN/PAPERCUTS: MILITARY MADNESS

BRENDAN BENSON: BETTER DAYS

NILE NASH: WOUNDED BIRD

VETIVER: USED TO BE A KING

ROBIN PECKNOLD (of Fleet Foxes): BE YOURSELF

BONNIE ‘PRINCE’ BILLY: SIMPLE MAN (HOMBRE SENCILLO)

MOORE BROTHERS: MAN IN THE MIRROR

ALELA DIANE: THERE’S ONLY ONE

MARIEE SIOUX (w GREG WEEKS of ESPERS): SLEEP SONG

SLEEPY SUN: CHICAGO

VARIOUS/NILE NASH: WE CAN CHANGE THE WORLD (REPRISE)

BONUS CUTS/EP:

Tyson Vogel (of Two Gallants): Hey You (Looking At The Moon)

Johnathan Rice: On The Line

Jonathan Wilson + special guests: And So It Goes (Music Gets You High)

Bart Davenport: Better Days

Citay: Military Madness


Sunday Crunch Crumbs: Bow Wow Drinking, Driving, Tweeting! Naomi Campbell Bankrupt? Shaq Stalking Mistress Vanessa Lopez

Bow Wow drinks, drives, and Tweets! Where’s that “You’re A Dumb F&Ck” graphic when you need it?
-Kate Hudson’s love life may be lukewarm, but her former hubby Chris Robinson sure isn’t having any trouble! The Black Crowes frontman has welcomed a baby girl with the new lady in his life, wife Allison Bridges….
-Snoop talks Malice [...]

Kate Hudson’’s ex Chris Robinson, wife welcome baby girl

Kate Hudson’s ex-hubby Black Crowes frontman Chris Robinson has become a dad.
His wife Allison Bridges gave birth to their daughter Cheyenne Genevieve.
According to People.com the girl weighing 6 lbs., 3 oz was born at their California home.
Robinson, 43, is also father to 5-year-old son, Ryder Russell, with Hudson.
Hudson and Robinson divorced in August 2006 after [...]

A-Rod Dumped Kate Hudson For Being An “Attention Seeker”

Alex Rodriguez reportedly gave Kate Hudson the old heave ho this week because the actress was a needy attention seeker. The How To Lose A Guy in 10 Days actress and the New York Yankees third baseman split earlier this month and sources claim the breakup came after A-Rod grew tired of the starlet’s spotlight-hogging [...]

The Black Crowes | 12.04 – 12.06 | S.F.

Words by: Dennis Cook | Images by: Josh Miller & Jay Blakesberg

The Black Crowes :: 12.04.09 – 12.06.09 :: The Fillmore :: San Francisco, CA

The Black Crowes :: 12.04 By Miller

The Black Crowes barreled out of the station Friday, gaining steam with every minute, as opener “Good Morning Captain,” cried, “Well there’s a ruckus on the levee/ Unruly crowd on the courthouse steps/ And if I make it to Sunday/ I’m sho’nuff going to ask the good lord for help.” As it turned out, the heavens smiled on them all weekend as they completed a five-night Fillmore stand that proved one of the finest runs in their 19 year history, an exhibition of their core qualities delivered with real prowess and passion.

Friday may have been the most forceful, strictly rock ‘n’ roll night of the series, with rafter shaking versions of “Cosmic Friend,” “Goodbye Daughters of the Revolution,” and particularly their signature epic, “My Morning Song.” Few things compare with finding one’s hand raised skyward, quite involuntarily, as massed voices join Chris Robinson in yearning to make our “haze blow away.” Chris, in full bohemian shaman mode, came off especially forceful and reassuring as he intoned:

If music got to free your mind
Just let it go ’cause you never know, you never know
If your rhythm ever falls out of time
You can bring it to me and I will make it alright

Chris Robinson :: 12.04 By Miller

For all its depths, the Crowes’ music is also a charming, blood stirring affirmation of rock’s fundamental power. Sure, blues, jazz, and much else lurks below the riffs and searing vocals, but sometimes, like this Friday show, what they do just feels fantastic. Here was the burbling, happiness inducing, gonad tickling stuff that made poodle-skirted teen girls jump on soda shop tables. This was the stuff that makes boys form bands and firm up the courage to finally kiss someone they’ve ached to touch for ages. This was good times fitted to songs that also hummed with larger, darker things, be it the needle damage of “Nebakanezer” (which really nailed this tune’s jubilant musical counterpart to the gut sick lyrics), the thousand yard stare of “Lost My Drivin’ Wheel” (a version that wrung every bit of melancholy from Tom Rush‘s original), or the suspended beauty of encore “Last Place That Love Lives.”

Yet, even with some forlorn breezes and black night thinking, the Crowes generated a mighty roar on Friday that tied them to the long line of ancestors before them, a foundational display of rock’s impure perfection, where electric bluesmen grope country kin and longhairs sprinkle the whole thing with something they picked up in the parking lot as a gospel choir nibbles their ears. If this is snake oil, as so many claimed at rock’s dawning, then it’s not without legitimately healing properties, a “Remedy,” if you will.

If I come on like a dream
Would you let me show you what I mean?
If you let me come on inside
Will you let it glide?

The Black Crowes :: 12.04.09 :: The Fillmore :: San Francisco, CA

Good Morning Captain, Nebakanezer, Cosmic Friend, Whoa Mule, Roll Old Jeremiah > Jam > Good Friday, My Morning Song, Shine Along, Lost My Drivin’ Wheel, Blackberry, Show Me, Nonfiction > Jam, Goodbye Daughters Of The Revolution, Remedy

E: Last Place That Love Lives, God’s Got It, Hey Grandma

Continue reading for Saturday night…

The Black Crowes :: 12.06 By Miller

Saturday was a showcase for the delightful malleability of the Crowes’ catalogue, and how the current lineup has embraced every page of their songbook with a gusto and intelligence that outdoes any previous incarnation. I’ve been seeing this band in concert halls since 1990 and have had revelatory evenings with every single configuration, but Saturday I was repeatedly struck by the same thought:

This is the band I always hoped The Black Crowes might grow into.

Each previous chapter has its highlights – Marc Ford, when he was on, is one of the guitarists of his generation; Eddie Harsch is perhaps the best “feel” keyboardist since Nicky Hopkins, etc. – but the overall cohesion of the band has never ever been better than today. For many reasons, this combination has a chemistry that dovetails perfectly and allows them to range imaginatively through the entirety of their song pool, originals and the ever-growing stack of choice covers all actively engaged and explored in a way that shows them enjoying the process, which in turn increases the quality of what they’re laying on us.

This unification principle shined brightly on “Sister Luck,” where they performed the Crowes’ sleight of hand that takes a slowly paced number from a gripping, emotional simmer into spaces of heaviness and release. After the bite ‘n’ grapple of openers “Sting Me” and “Gone” – both delivered with real fire and uplifted nicely by guest percussionist Joe Magistro, who brought one back to the Amorica tour with his Latin accents – “Sister Luck” was a reminder that there’s perhaps no better ballad band in rock. Between Chris’ jagged, searching vocal and the tight, sinewy movement of the band, this take honored the original’s spirit while opening things up into fresh territory in the tail end jam. Then, taking advantage of the thoughtful stillness they’d engendered, they offered up a quietly constructed “Polly” that sucked the tender marrow from Gene Clark’s tune while adding a few layers of muscle all their own.

Chris Robinson :: 12.06 By Miller

The room was thick with emotion by this point, and it was clear that this was going to be far from a typical Saturday night affair. No major hits were played, and instead we were given rarities like “Darling of the Underground Press,” “Title Song,” and “Downtown Money Waster” – three songs that the Crowes have tackled with mixed results over the years. This is the material hardcore fans wait for, and even if many previous live outings didn’t always compare well with their studio counterparts, we were usually glad they showed up at all. However, at The Fillmore, these three sparkled. If anyone has wondered what keyboardist Adam MacDougall and guitarist Luther Dickinson bring to the table they need only listen to these versions. “Darling” matched the blues-modern perfection of the Southern Harmony b-side, while “Title Song” was simply majestic and “Money Waster” skipped with appropriate mischief. “Too many late nights and you don’t go to Heaven,” indeed, and four nights into the run for many of us found us laughing and wondering if we’d put a few red marks in St. Peter’s big book this week. No regrets, just wondering.

The new songs from Before The Frost… After The Freeze were equally impressive on Saturday, and offered further evidence that what they’re churning out today fits very well with the best parts of their earlier output. “A Train Still Makes A Lonely Sound,” rolling in smack dab in the show’s middle, was a chooglin’ sing-along and proof that the blues still have some fresh curves when shaken by a band like the Crowes. “Lady of Avenue A” was wistfulness, something culled from cold sidewalk strolls in the Big Apple but primed for any post-midnight, thought riddled walk one takes all alone. Best of the bunch – and I know there’s a healthy portion of the fan base that will differ – was disco dabbling “I Ain’t Hiding.” Its Chic-with-balls strut was glorious live, and the lyric is one of Chris’ most playful in years. Anyone who’s partied out of bounds and lived to tell of it should appreciate this one, and the naughty rhythmic pulse and background vocals are hugely infectious, especially with the boys playing hard as deep red lights bathed them and The Fillmore’s mirror ball spun high above.

Rich Robinson :: 12.06 By Miller

Another of Saturday’s pleasures was seeing Rich Robinson step out more – stronger, more forthright lead vocals and far more luscious, inventive soloing than any previous night in the run. And this trend continued into Sunday. I think sometimes Rich doesn’t realize how fuckin’ good he is, but when he steps outside his innate reserve he’s a glorious catalyst for kick ass rock ‘n’ roll, and the way he sparked everyone from his beaming brother to the rest of the band each time he stepped up showed the proof of this.

It was the first encore number that really cemented the major changes that have taken place in the past two years. “Descending” was a real showpiece for Eddie when he played keys. For a while, there was an attempt to have MacDougall approximate Ed’s solo bookends and provide that continuity for fans. This night, MacDougall took the song into far different spaces, his literal spotlight solo showing off his Ray Charles licks and command of stride piano moves before the tinkling conclusion. It is not a new song, and has been played many times, but it was utterly transformed here.

Where The Black Crowes find themselves as 2009 ends is a place where the old can be made new, where the predictable can be circumvented, where their virtues far outweigh their flaws. It is not what it has been but it’s also unclear – in a wholly positive way – what it will be tomorrow, except to say that the quality of their music has never been higher.

The Black Crowes :: 12.05.09 :: The Fillmore :: San Francisco, CA

Sting Me, Gone, Sister Luck, Share The Ride, Polly, Garden Gate, Darling Of The Underground Press, A Train Still Makes A Lonely Sound, Title Song, Downtown Money Waster > Jam, Lady Of Avenue A, High Head Blues, I Ain’t Hiding, Don’t Do It

E: Descending, Hot Burrito #2, Will The Circle Be Unbroken (w/ tour openers Truth & Salvage Co.)

Continue reading for Sunday night…

Chris Robinson :: 12.06 By Miller

Sunday was one of the most poetic, moving nights of music I’ve ever experienced by any band, but all the more poignant coming from a group that’s soundtracked the lives of myself and not a few others in attendance for nearly two decades. Two years and two albums on with this lineup – Chris Robinson (lead vocals, guitar, percussion), Rich Robinson (guitar, vocals), Steve Gorman (drums), Sven Pipien (bass, vocals), Adam MacDougall (keys, vocals), and Charity White and Monalisa Young (background vocals) – they’re capable of delivering on any part of their catalogue and seem increasingly skilled at juxtaposing the right things in a single night. It’s not a hits-package or anything like it, and in this way it’s a steeper slope for audiences with less obvious handholds than most bands this far into their career. It’s an artistically minded decision that also keeps the experience of getting on stages alive and immediate for the band. You can’t coast when it’s a different game every night, and this Fillmore run was especially challenging, with not a single repeat in five nights. And even still they didn’t get to a bunch of great songs; there is just too much to work with these days.

The music was flowing loose and steady in their veins as they opened with a suitably bittersweet skip through Traffic’s “Feelin’ Alright,” with the songbirds putting a sharp edge on Chris’ lead line. The soft contours of “Seeing Things,” moaned with wounded intensity with every note matching Chris’ powerful vocal. This was the first of many quieter numbers they explored on Sunday. They excel when the lights are low and the feelings usually kept silently inside are explored in verse and melody, and their prowess in this regard was on full display Sunday. It’s a brave group that moves from one ballad to another, but they did so and made it work by the sheer quality of the compositions and their execution. From a delicate reading of “Ballad In Urgency” to the cheek-to-cheek tenderness of “Greenhorn,” the Crowes played in a fully exposed way, the songs thriving because of the honesty of all involved. Twice I felt a tear come to my eye, stirred to the surface by their direct engagement with things too often shunted into the shadows, hopes and fears and disappointments too true to speak aloud most days, yet sung shoulder-to-shoulder with the third sold out crowd in a row, well, it was a release and a benediction of the first order.

Luther Dickinson :: 12.06 :: By Miller

One was struck by the quality of their lyrics, both the originals and spot-on covers, this night. While the world says less and less of substance all the time, as a general rule, here was a band basically obsessed with depth and real feeling. Standing stock still as Chris oozed emotion on “Ballad,” I sang along with the black invitation, “Let’s start this misery, if that’s where you want to be,” and recalled the many bad pathways I’ve set out upon in my life. Earlier it was Rich on “What Is Home” that got me thinking about the “charge into the foothills” of other’s lives and how easy it is to get lost there. It was an intensely thoughtful selection on Sunday, which frequently sent me off on philosophical tangents, though never so my focus wasn’t mostly fixed on the music unfolding around me. I love that they challenge their audience to feel and think, to grapple with things we might not choose to face on our own. This inward movement usually happens quickly, not unlike the verse from the fabulously rendered “Appaloosa” that noted, “Simple as lightning starting wild fire/ Just down from a trip off my high wire/ Just coming home to walk my own floors.”

“And The Band Played On” was as appealing as on Before The Frost… but taken into a pulsating, Pink Floyd-like jam that left me slack-jawed, softly stunned by the hum of distant machines and a feel that was total “Shine On You Crazy Diamond” shit. Really stunning, and a sign that even with over a hundred shows under my belt that they keep coming up with pleasant surprises, taking their audience to new places and traveling there by unfamiliar trails. The possibilities only seem to be expanding with this band, and that’s not something one usually finds in a 20-year-old group. Chris is stretching out on electric guitar more, taking a juicy solo here and there and helping steer this great guitar driven entity from time to time, and Luther is playing tasty electric mandolin on some newer tunes. The whole bunch of them seemed frequently surprised at what they pulled off this run and anxious to keep exploring their boundaries and potential permutations.

Lesh & Chris Robinson :: 12.06 By Blakesberg

The main show would have been the perfect period on this Fillmore run, which indeed proved to be their best ever at this venue, however, being in the Bay Area, bassist/elder statesman Phil Lesh joined them for a Grateful Dead focused mini-set for the encore. While this might have been a letdown for those hoping for just a few more Crowes gems, it proved surprisingly intense and musically switched-on. Phil clearly loves playing with these guys, and more so than in past Phil sit-ins, the band hit Lesh’s wavelength quickly but also put their own stamp on the material.

“Loose Lucy” had everyone thanking them for a “real good time,” and initially sounded like they might play T-Rex’s “Bang A Gong.” They milked the call-and-response with the Dead savvy crowd, and it worked like it always did in Jerry’s day. But, the real stunner of the set was next AND it wasn’t sung by Chris. “To Lay Me Down” is profound ache pushed into notes, and Rich sung the ever-loving heart out of it, hitting just the right emotional tone and evoking shiver inducing memories of Garcia several times. The patience and care the band executed this one with was impressive and it showed that their own approach to quiet material has its forebears, though few of them.

The throttle opened up again with “Sugaree” side-stepping the overused cover’s omnipresence with sweet ass solos from MacDougall, Dickinson, and particularly Rich, whose slide work throughout Saturday and Sunday was a grand swing between guttural snarl and angelic hosanna, but always touched by lingering vocal qualities. In short, the boy sings when he plays slide, and I caught more than a few people looking towards Luther’s side of the stage and then doing a double take when they found Dickinson doing the rhythm part instead of the slide work that was knocking them out. “Deal” was its usual shuffling joy, and Chris turned it on brightly for “Lovelight,” pulling the rest of the people onstage right along with him into the promised land.

While a touch odd to have the final expression of this five-night stand be the music of another band, it worked, if only to announce that the aesthetics and philosophy inside Grateful Dead music has been carried on and morphed into something new with the Crowes. And it showed that this band can play the hell out of just about anybody’s songs if they put their mind to it.

By Jay Blakesberg

By Jay Blakesberg

By Jay Blakesberg

By Jay Blakesberg

By Jay Blakesberg

By Jay Blakesberg

By Jay Blakesberg

By Jay Blakesberg

By Jay Blakesberg

The Black Crowes :: 12.06.09 :: The Fillmore :: San Francisco, CA

Feelin’ Alright, Seeing Things, Stare It Cold, Space Captain, So Many Times, What Is Home, Appaloosa, Ballad In Urgency > Wiser Time, Oh Josephine, And The Band Played On > Jam, Greenhorn, Soul Singing

E: Loose Lucy (1st time played)*, To Lay Me Down (1st time played)*, Sugaree*, Deal*, Turn On Your Lovelight (1st time played)*

* = w/ Phil Lesh


Continue reading for more of Josh Miller’s pictures from Friday and Sunday…

12.04.09

Continue reading for more of Josh Miller’s pictures from Sunday…

12.06.09

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The Black Crowes | 12.01 & 12.02 | S.F

Words by: Dennis Cook | Images by: Susan J. Weiand

The Black Crowes :: 12.01.09 :: The Fillmore :: San Francisco, CA

The Black Crowes :: 12.02 :: The Fillmore

Just before the encore commenced on Tuesday, a tipsy blond tough girl grabbed my arm and boozily hissed in my face, “Can you believe this is a Tuesday night?” Her wonderfully matted hair and flush face, strawberry red from hard dancing and hard liquor, showed that at least for her the weekend had come early. Then the lights fell as The Black Crowes retook the stage, and she gave a little glam rock kick and hooted, “Fuckin-a-a-a-a!” before disappearing with an ass wiggle and a wink that came off more crazy than flirty.

The Crowes bring out this wild, immediate exuberance in folks, and the group is rarely more relaxed and engaged than when they swing it at The Fillmore, which has become a real clubhouse for them in the past few years. 2009 marks their third long stand at the venue, following a five-night run in August 2005 and six nights in December last year. One really feels the timelessness of The Black Crowes’ music inside The Fillmore, where they would have fit in fine on a bill with Big Brother and the Holding Company and Rahsaan Roland Kirk in 1968 but slot in just fine with today’s headliners like My Morning Jacket, Son Volt and The Tragically Hip.

However, unlike many others to hit this stage in recent years, the Crowes hum with all the ancient tributaries that have fed the best bands to ever play The Fillmore, tapping into the ground water of the blues, soul, country and rock to create a noise that vibrates on a heavier, deeper frequency than most. In its very nature, Black Crowes Music is all about the richness of commingled good ideas wrapped up in songwriting and playing that could simply be no one else. Put that together with The Fillmore’s own strange frequencies and you’ve got something swell.

Chris Robinson :: 12.02

Tuesday began rough ‘n’ funky with well paired openers “Be Glad” from 2009′s Before The Frost… After The Freeze (JamBase review) and the P-Funk-ish “(Only) Halfway To Everywhere,” which was stretched into a smooth ‘n’ sour jam full of psychedelic prowess and a strangely unifying chant of, “Everything is everything and nowhere is nothing.” A patiently built, highly salacious reading of “Greasy Grass River,” a real showpiece for guitarist Luther Dickinson (who once again showed himself to be game and able on whatever came up – rare, well known or otherwise), was next, followed by a fairly rearranged “Could I’ve Been So Blind,” which took the tempo down a couple notches from the studio version and added a thumping, nasty 12-bar blues interlude full of harmonica that really turned the original on its ear.

From this point forward the show had the flow of a really great album, where the power numbers were balanced with moments of real beauty, which the Crowes have shown increasing facility at generating in the past year or so. And just when things teetered on verge of being too subdued they swept into something livelier, as if sensing the room’s mood and responding in real time. Thus, the tear-in-your-beer double whammy of “Fork In The River” joined to Dylan’s “Girl From The North Country” lead into the growling discontent of “P.25 London” and the hop-out-of-the-pews propulsion of “Go Tell The Congregation.” This pattern repeated nicely throughout, and as the show went on their collective confidence grew, allowing them to pull off the incongruous but perfectly executed transition from an ethereal, heart tickling cover of Fred Neil’s “The Dolphins” into a lengthy, unpredictable “Black Moon Jam” and the heavy-as-a-star “Black Moon Creeping” it culminated in. It was bold choices like this that spoke loudly of the band’s wide range and comfort with one another in traversing such seemingly impassable divides.

The Black Crowes :: 12.02 :: The Fillmore

After reinvigorated runs through early chestnuts “Thick ‘n’ Thin” and “Hard To Handle,” both given nice, subtle twists by Dickinson and keyboardist Adam MacDougall, the main set hit a satisfying conclusion with Warpaint‘s “Wounded Bird,” which has proven one of the strongest new cuts in years, a wide-winged cry to rise despite how damaged or demoralized one might be. The song’s mood fit the Crowes particularly well this night, which found them a touch road weary and rough around the edges but still elegant and forceful in a very rock ‘n’ roll way. With a nine-person strong lineup onstage for this run, it’s a huge sound that’s as confident and together as they’ve ever been, with killer percussionist Joe Magistro – who played on Before The Flood… and has been joining them on select dates this past year – adding quiet, perfect touches that never overwhelmed yet always elevated the music. All this instrumental and vocal force coalesced on “Wounded Bird,” whose lyric, “The waiting is over/ So let’s roll in the clover/ It’s time for a head full of stars,” resonated strongly with many in the crowd who’ve been waiting impatiently for another extended stay at The Fillmore.

The encore might not have been what whiskey chick had hoped for, turning down the volume and really sinking into a wistful, lovely piano sprinkled “There’s Gold In Them Hills,” followed by shuffling, cozy covers of Dylan’s “Quinn The Eskimo (The Mighty Quinn” – with Rich Robinson on lead vocals – and traditional by way of Ry Cooder “Boomer’s Story” that brought the really cool ride to a swaying stop.

The Black Crowes :: 12.01.09 :: The Fillmore :: San Francisco, CA

Make Glad, (Only) Halfway To Everywhere, Greasy Grass River, Could I’ve Been So Blind > Jam, Fork In The River > Girl From The North Country, P.25 London, Go Tell The Congregation, Take Off From The Future > Jam > Thorn In My Pride, The Dolphins > Black Moon Jam > Black Moon Creeping, Thick N’ Thin, Hard To Handle, Wounded Bird
E: There’s Gold In Them Hills, Quinn The Eskimo (The Mighty Quinn), Boomer’s Story

Continue reading for the review of Wednesday night’s show…

The Black Crowes :: 12.02.09 :: The Fillmore :: San Francisco, CA

The Black Crowes :: 12.02 :: The Fillmore

As with past Fillmore stands, the Wednesday show turned out to be special. With a day off before the weekend shows coming Thursday and all their gear settled in, the band and crew had every element dialed in, and the boys looked better rested and lightly spit-shined when they launched with “Movin’ On Down The Line.” No journey that begins with this drop-the-past-and-embrace-tomorrow anthem is likely to go anywhere but upward in a big way, and the thoughtful setlist construction, empathetic playing and naked emotional tenor made for a wonderful encapsulation of the Crowes at their very best.

It almost seems too cliche to compare a night like this to church, but a baptismal energy washed over Wednesday’s proceedings, a visceral reminder of what music delivered with great skill and great heart can be. Sure, it is just a “rock show,” as ever-stunning frontman Chris Robinson remarked, but when the blood of the thing begins to flow both ways, audience and performers sharing the same circulation, it can be considerably more.

An early in the set “Twice As Hard” was belted out with real conviction, the lingering youthful bile in Chris’ voice matched by the band’s collective ferocity, but it was the new songs and deep catalogue tracks that shone most brightly on Wednesday. The playful ragtime accents on “Shady Grove” were a kick, as was the Lowell George vibe peeking through on “Under A Mountain” and “Another Roadside Tragedy.” Main set closer “Been A Long Time (Waiting On Love)” was a kick ass reminder that the Crowes are still writing and playing at the top of their game in 2009. However, of the originals in the main set, the seldom played “Wyoming And Me” may have rung most poignantly, it’s chorus a radio hit that never was since tender balladry isn’t welcome on the airwaves much anymore:

Luther Dickinson :: 12.02 :: The Fillmore

You’re beautiful but you’re flawed
You’re desperate but you’re strong
You’re lonely but never alone
You’re empty, like Wyoming and me

By turns, the Crowes were trippy and tender, knockout tough and watery smooth. Each tune neatly found its way to the next because all felt part of some larger cloth. The real care they put into sequencing, catalogue mining, and cover selection is apparent. And like Tuesday, just as the ache of a slow burn like “Girl From A Pawnship” really sunk in, they’d veer into the warmth and sauciness of “She Gave Good Sunflower.” They know what they’re doing, pros in so many regards, and if one sets aside too much wishing for this or that tune and opens up to what they’re crafting piece by piece onstage they may see the wisdom of the band’s choices more clearly. That I can still be surprised (and usually delighted) by their setlists after 105 shows says a great deal about the possibilities of their broad catalog, which keeps adding new Chris and Rich Robinson tunes all the time as well as inspired cover picks like Traffic’s “You Can All Join In” and Delaney & Bonnie’s “Poor Elijah – Tribute To Johnson.”

Rich Robinson :: 12.02 :: The Fillmore

Again, too, the encore took what was already a very satisfying experience and raised it to a sublime one with three note-perfect covers. Starting with Eric Clapton’s “Don’t Know Why,” given a fabulous ’60s R&B wash, the encore kept the audience rapt, each successive tune bringing people a little closer to one another and perhaps the musicians onstage, too. There was no rush for the exits, no post-main set malaise. They’d saved some of their most powerful playing for the end, especially an extraordinary version of The Velvet Underground’s “Oh! Sweet Nuthin’,” which Rich sang the heart out of while the others danced with the snaking, seemingly never ending melody. After that, Little Feat’s “Willin’” came across a bit like “And We Bid You Goodnight” at a Grateful Dead show or “This Land Is Your Land” at a folk gig – a bright circle drawn around the present moment that one can sing along to.

From cosmic cries to weary love songs to crushing rockers (“Sometimes Salvation,” the quintessential Crowes song, was particularly heavy duty), The Black Crowes ran the gamut on Wednesday. One stumbled out feeling full and happy, confident that the weekend will continue what is shaping up to be perhaps the Crowes finest Fillmore run yet.

The Black Crowes :: 12.02.09 :: The Fillmore :: San Francisco, CA

Movin’ On Down The Line, Under A Mountain, Shady Grove, Twice As Hard, Poor Elijah – Tribute To Johnson (Medley), Wyoming And Me, Wee Who See The Deep > The Raga > Another Roadside Tragedy, You Can All Join In, Girl From A Pawnshop, She Gave Good Sunflower, Sometimes Salvation, Jealous Again, Been A Long Time (Waiting On Love)

E: Don’t Know Why, Oh! Sweet Nuthin’, Willin’

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The Mother Hips: Breathing Differently

By: Dennis Cook

The Mother Hips by Andrew Quist

Hovering on the verge of their 20th anniversary, The Mother Hips have just released their seventh studio effort, Pacific Dust (out October 26 on Camera Records), and, to the surprise of no one who’s spent a little time with their work, it’s another end-to-end pop-rock jewel. The pleasurable consistency and solidity of the Hips suggests what might have occurred if the classic lineups of Badfinger or Big Star hadn’t lost the script, a music of nigh indestructible musicianship, songwriting, and unforced, organic production. Pacific Dust goes down so smoothly that it’s easy to miss what a quality thing they’ve created. Theirs is not a way prone to flash or spotlights, but instead a craftsmanship that’s rare and enduring.

A compelling, easy to like bunch from the start, The Mother Hips, as a unit, have fully gelled in recent years, where the music on Pacific Dust and 2007′s predecessor Kiss The Crystal Flake reflects the layers of weird understanding they share as people. “Sure, but definitely in a very weird way,” laughs singer-guitarist-composer Greg Loiacono knowingly. Together with Tim Bluhm (vocals, guitar, songwriting), John Hofer (drums), and Paul Hoaglin (bass, vocals), Loiacono has built up one of rock’s sturdiest catalogs and one of the most sterling live reputations in the industry. The Mother Hips are a band synonymous with quality, something brought sharply into focus by their new release.

“We went into the studio over a year ago, and there were ideas and a few songs. We put one mic up and just played. In fact, a lot of the songs that ended up on Pacific Dust were tried out and jammed on that first night,” says Loiacono. “What we did in these sessions is go over a piece three or four times and then press record so we had one take as a reference to take home so everyone could remember their parts and what they were doing. We typically don’t do that, however. Tim or I will often come in and say, ‘Here’s a song. Here’s how it goes,’ and then the other guys help fill it in. If there’s a bass part the hands you want to leave that in belong to Paul Hoaglin. But the song ‘Pacific Dust’ is a really good example of the whole band composing a piece.”

“‘Pacific Dust’ was actually created when we were out in Vail, Colorado two summers ago playing this weird, crappy little place. We were supposed to play this 200-year-old lodge but it burnt down a few weeks before. So, we ended up in the complete opposite – this underground sports bar with Schnapps girls. We got there for sound check early and were able to jam out. Tim had the little guitar figure for ‘Pacific Dust,’ then Hofer put in that totally unexpected drumbeat, and then we all started messing around,” explains Loiacono. “We forgot about it until we were in the studio this time and then Tim started doing that riff and we all tried to remember what we were doing in Vail. Originally it was an instrumental, but because Camera Records was gung-ho for it to have words Tim took a stab at it. It has such a cool feel, sort of spooky.”

The looser jam approach produced compelling results, like the smoky, dark edged swirl of the title tune.

“I loved it! It was delightful, and we hadn’t done that in many, many years, but not on purpose. We just hadn’t gotten around to it. It’s neat to come up with an instrumental song and then develop lyrics and a melody to put on top of it. It’s a great way to do it, except when you have to put it together onstage,” says Bluhm. “The guitar parts don’t go with singing parts very well because they weren’t executed at the same time. It’s kind of like learning to juggle for the first time. Your hands are doing one thing and your inner voice is doing another. It took a few days to figure out, but it’s sort of funny to not be able to play your own songs.”

Meet Paul Hoaglin

Paul Hoaglin by Andrew Quist

What is your favorite word? Rickenbacker.

What is your least favorite word? Compromise.

What turns you on? Jealousy and anger (my own.)

What turns you off? Feeling powerless.

What sound or noise do you love? The kids saying “Bad Robot” at the end of each episode of Lost.

What sound or noise do you hate? Fall Out Boy.

What is your favorite curse word? Bugger.

What is the craziest damn thing you ever saw? The movies on the insides of my eyelids before I would fall asleep as a child.

What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? Any that would hire me. Something with absolutely no human contact would be nice, in an underground bunker with no natural light if possible.

What profession would you not like to do? Musician.

What is one album that you never tire of listening to? None – they all wear out their welcome for a while at some point, even the Beatles, believe it or not, although they last the longest for me on average.

If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? This was only a test. If this had been an actual life, you would have been given some small inkling of a clue what to do and where to go, and who to become. We apologize for the inconvenience.

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Live, we’re not afraid of playing a song for 22-minutes, but we only do it if it’s going somewhere. It’s actually something we want to do more in the studio, take that ‘Pacific Dust’ model and expand on it.

-Greg Loiacono

 

Photo by: Andrew Quist


The California Thing

“That vein has been mined pretty heavily – by us and me in particular – and it’s still there, [with imagery] like being lost in a fog bank and the word ‘Pacific,’ of course,” says Bluhm, who seems at peace with the idea that the Hips will always be viewed as the quintessential California rock band. “The only thing that could get us out of it is if we had more widespread recognition, if the thing that got us beyond where we are was a song that didn’t really have any of that [California] flavor to it, like ‘Third Floor Story.’ If a song like that overshadowed everything else we did on a national level, then we might lose the tag. But if it was a song like ‘One Way Out’ it would reinforce it. Really, I don’t care.”

The Mother Hips

Trying to group The Mother Hips’ music under any one umbrella, even one as broad as ‘California Soul Rock,’ is foolish. They’ve explored the possibilities of psych-rock that’d cheer Blue Cheer, country of Haggard quality, and pure pop the Gibb Brothers would approve of. And that’s not all by a good stretch. The Hips never seem fully satisfied with where they’re at, one eye always locked on the horizon, impatient for what’s next.

“Maybe that’s just knowing that everything can always be better, being humble to the fact that someone’s going to write a better song than you’ll ever write or be a better band than you’ll ever be,” says Bluhm in almost complete contrast to the uber-egos inside many rock acts that believe they’re golden gods. “I might believe it in moments, but I wouldn’t tell it to a writer during an interview!”

One pleasant surprise on Pacific Dust is the inclusion of beloved live staple “Third Floor Story,” a tune of ferocious strength that often finds the boys feeling their oats in concert. One hopes they feel at least somewhat golden when they pull this one out.

“That was our boys Joe [Raaen, Hips manager] and Jon [Salter, Camera Records] saying we had to record it. They were like, ‘Come on, do it. Just see how it feels!’ We were reluctant about doing it, but we’re always reluctant when anybody tells to do anything. That’s not new, hence, us not taking the good advice of Rick Rubin and Chris Robinson when we first got on American Records. If we’d been a little more open-minded and willing who knows if we might have held onto some friendships a little longer,” observes Loiacono. “Tim and I decided to switch things up and take some suggestions this time. And Paul and John were open to it, so we did it. And we really enjoyed it and were happy with [the take], even had Jackie [Greene] come in and play some keys on it [Greene guests on keys throughout Pacific Dust]. And then we give it to the label and they say, ‘It’s too slow!’ I was like, ‘Pardon me?’ Our immediate response was, ‘This is why we don’t take suggestions! This is the most grooving, heavy thing ever!’”

“They told us we play it faster live, and we didn’t believe them, but we listened to some live recordings and it was true,” continues Loiacono. “We were definitely bothered. Tim and I found ourselves saying, ‘Well, why don’t you come in and record it the way you want?’ and other stupid things like that. It’s real, and when you’re in it you take this stuff seriously. So, we re-recorded it and the ‘Third Floor’ on the record is a little different. Instead of having the two guitar solos it has one and we played it faster. We were pissed and it was good fuel and it came out well. In the end, we ended up with two slamming versions [the slower take is available with the seven-song bonus download EP for Pacific Dust]. Reluctantly, we were able to take someone’s advice and I’m glad we did.”

Meet Tim Bluhm

Tim Bluhm by Miller

What is your favorite word? Together.

What is your least favorite word? Sexy, when used in a business context.

What turns you on? Confidence.

What turns you off? Indecision.

What sound or noise do you love? Harmony.

What sound or noise do you hate? Car Alarm.

What is your favorite curse word? Goddamn.

What is the craziest damn thing you ever saw? My neighbor Mark surfing 30 foot waves one mile off the Mendocino coast, alone.

What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? Movie actor.

What profession would you not like to do? Meter maid.

What is one album that you never tire of listening to? Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere [Neil Young].

If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? You actually CAN take it with you.

Getting Dusty

The new album was co-produced by the band and Dave Simon-Baker (ALO, Eric Martin), who is Bluhm’s partner at Mission Bells Studio in S.F.

“I was very conscious of keeping it balanced so it wasn’t just me steering things but Greg, John and Paul, too. I wanted to make sure I wasn’t producing it because it didn’t seem appropriate. The way the Hips have always made records is not that way,” says Bluhm. “That being said it was done in my studio with a lot of my equipment, so it was like the band came over and made dinner in my kitchen. The things Dave and I have learned about that room and that equipment was useful in getting the record to sound the way it does. And having the studio as a resource makes it possible to record almost constantly.”

Hoaglin & Bluhm by Quist

“We keep getting better at playing our instruments, and having a good engineer in the studio means we can capture good tones happening in a reasonable amount of time so we can actually capture those valuable live moments,” continues Bluhm. “In the studio, it’s always a race between getting the best possible tone you can while the clock of patience is running down on the band. The longer it takes the bigger the chance the band will be past the peak for their potential that day. A lot of the time the band is ready hours before the engineer is, and then you get a lackluster performance, even if it’s correct. If you have the right formula between tone and band readiness then it’s genius. And we do now, and I’m not sure we ever did in the past.”

“Pacific Dust” and other sections of the new album suggest the band has found a way to tap into the earlier, free-form jamming, drug-fueled Hips and pour that vibe into more structured containers.

“I think ‘Cheer Up Champ’ [Pacific Dust's closer] is maybe our longest studio recording yet; I think it even beats ‘Turtle Bones’ [a bent fan favorite off their 1993 debut, Back To The Grotto] as the longest song on a Mother Hips album. Live, we’re not afraid of playing a song for 22-minutes, but we only do it if it’s going somewhere. It’s actually something we want to do more in the studio, take that ‘Pacific Dust’ model and expand on it,” says Loiacono. “Conversely though, Tim and I have some more rootsy songs coming up, and we were thinking, ‘Hey, wouldn’t it be cool to do another Later Days style album?’ But there’s also the thought, ‘Wouldn’t it be cool to do a whole Pac Dust type session where we just take songs from inside the jams, Queens of the Stone Age style?’ Guess what? Let’s do both.”

Pacific Dust captures a fair amount of the band member’s personalities, and this band overflows with personality, both individually and collectively. The result is an album that doesn’t scrimp on individual nuance and charm, so the collective feel is stronger than ever, creating a sound that’s both dense and fluid – very full rock ‘n’ roll made by the entire group.

“I do feel that’s true, absolutely, especially given that some of these songs were written from improvising, which makes it even more obvious this is a band playing not just a song, but bringing their personalities together,” observes Bluhm. “Paul, as a bass player, is just so involved with the melodic components of each song, just building these counter-melodies and complexities. So much is going on down there in his world you could never take it all in with a single listen.”

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Meet Greg Loiacono

Greg Loiacono by Quist

What is your favorite word? Telecaster.

What is your least favorite word? Fecal.

What turns you on? Sunlight.

What turns you off? Bad odors.

What sound or noise do you love? The long moan of a shark warning siren.

What sound or noise do you hate? Lip smacking.

What is your favorite curse word? Fuck.

What is the craziest damn thing you ever saw? When I was 17 I was driving down the Waldo Grade from S.F. to Marin County to watch Carlos Montoya play at the Marin Civic Center. Right at the bottom of the grade on the side of the road was a car on fire and the flames were shooting up about 15 feet into the air… and I was on mushrooms.

What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? Assembly line worker. Preferably placing small parts into medium sized objects.

What profession would you not like to do? Outhouse serviceman.

What is one album that you never tire of listening to? Specialist in All Styles by Orchestra Baobab.

If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? Hello, I’m Johnny Cash.

Roll Over, Charles Ives

When one thinks of rock & roll one name unlikely to pop up is modernist composer Charles Ives, yet one of the standouts on Pacific Dust – and really the whole Greg Loiacono songbook – is Side B marvel “Young Charles Ives.”

Mother Hips by Andrew Quist

“When I think about music I don’t necessarily think about rock & roll all the time,” Loiacono quickly retorts. “A good friend of mine, Scott Thunes, who played with Zappa in the ’80s, tends to turn me onto amazing stuff. Early on in our friendship I told him I don’t know much about [music] theory. I’ve never studied music in the classical sense. That was his cue to cram all sorts of information into my head. He’s got a mind! He gave me Bartók’s String Quartets, Firebird Suite and Rite of Spring, and he’d not only give me music but he’d bring the scores to me. Then we’ll go for coffee after we drop off the kids and pull out the score for Schoenberg’s “Transfigured Night” and sit and listen together. He says, ‘Look at this!’ and I pretend to understand [laughs]. So, one night as I was leaving to play The Fillmore, Scott says, ‘You have to listen to Charles Ives and The Unanswered Question.’ So, I put it on, and that fall feeling was descending and I was driving in my car listening to it and was just blown away. It was just the pacing, not this big, dramatic classical piece. Then it moves into these sections where Ives seems to be pasting one orchestra on top of another. By the time I got to The Fillmore to play my little guitar amp my mind was just blown.”

“So, I started listening to Ives a lot, and when I told Scott how touched I was he gave me Ives’ autobiography. I was reading that and was just fascinated. His retelling of things his father did and said, and his father being the outstanding musician he was did things like tuning his piano to quarter tones because 12 tones just weren’t enough for him. He could hear that deeply,” continues Loiacono. “There’s an image in the book where he’s looking out the window and sees his dad standing in the pouring rain looking up at church bells. Then he’d race back into the house and try to tune the piano to find those same beautiful tones. In the book it doesn’t really show it in this light, but to me this moment seemed like a realization for young Charlie that his dad is doing his thing simply because he has to. There’s this and a lot of scenes where he seems to be telling young Charlie, ‘Learn. Do what you gotta do to pass the classes but don’t buy it. You can do whatever you want to do.’”

“So, I had the music to ['Young Charles Ives'] but it was going to be called ‘Esoteric Dream’ or something. Then, I decided to do a topical song – I don’t do a lot of those – and this subject matter was moving me. It was also a chance to say, ‘Wow, here’s this composer who did what he wanted to do,’ and his father’s presence is so strongly felt. And in the book he speaks of that so earnestly, and I really enjoyed that,” says Loiacono. “In learning about and appreciating his music I wanted to make a tribute to that style of music. So, at the end there’s that outro that hangs on the C chord and I thought I could take an American classical folk song and graft it on. I’d already figured out I needed strings on that bump, and I ended up deciding to do it with [Ives'] music instead. And we had the strings just record their part and not play to the music, so it has a more sort of surreal feel, like it was just dropped in.”

Meet John Hofer

John Hofer by Quist

What is your favorite word? Pulchritude.

What is your least favorite word? Turpitude.

What turns you on? Some feet.

What turns you off? All the other feet.

What sound or noise do you love? A great song.

What sound or noise do you hate? A great band with talented musicians without equally great material who need a super talented songwriter/lyricist like Robert Hunter.

What is your favorite curse word? Fuck It.

What is the craziest damn thing you ever saw? G. W. Bush being elected to a 2nd term.

What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? Philanthropist.

What profession would you not like to do? Proctologist.

What is one album that you never tire of listening to? Big Star’s Third/Sister Lovers.

If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? Why didn’t anyone in the world ever listen to you? You told them you were sick.”

On The Road Again

As fine as what they’ve wrought on Pacific Dust, it’s on stages where the rest of these new stories will be told. Few bands have a more lively, active engagement with their catalog than the Hips, and if the glorious fire ‘n’ slash witnessed on the Dust tracks at their recent Las Tortugas sets is any indication (see review here), it’s going to be a lot of fun for audiences and band alike, starting this Friday and Saturday in Chicago when the Hips team up with another under-sung American treasure, Backyard Tire Fire.

“Of course, for any band playing the new songs onstage is just exciting, to see how they grow and change. It’s very enjoyable,” says Bluhm. “Some of the studio arrangements don’t work and you have to see if you can make them breath in a different way. That’s always the challenge… with a lot of things.”

The Mother Hips will be popping up all over the country in the coming months, including a two-night stand in Austin in early December and their first Jam Cruise in January. Find full tour dates here.

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Black Crowes: Cabin Fever DVD

A GLIMPSE INTO THE INTIMATE RECORDING PROCESS BEHIND LATEST ALBUM

The Black Crowes

The Black Crowes will release their new DVD, Cabin Fever on November 24, 2009 on the bands own label, Silver Arrow. The DVD includes footage from the recording sessions that ultimately became their critically acclaimed new album, Before the FrostÂ…Until the Freeze (JamBase review).

The innovative technique of inviting fans into the studio to become part of the process during recording is a rare experience and prudently, the band filmed the sessions. Before the FrostÂ…Until the Freeze was recorded over a series of five nights in front of an intimate studio audience at Levon Helm Studios in Woodstock, NY. The DVD of those sessions, Cabin Fever, takes that experience one step further by allowing viewers to see behind the scenes footage of both the recording and songwriting sessions, along with interaction between the band and the audience. The DVD gives fans that didn’t have the opportunity to attend the ability to feel the experience firsthand.

Exclusively on the DVD will be Crowes original “Little Lizzie Mae,” as well as covers of The Velvet Underground’s “Oh Sweet Nuthin’” and Fred Neil’s “Dolphins.” The DVD will also include the tracks “Aimless Peacock,” “Good Morning Captain,” and “Appaloosa,” among others from Before the FrostÂ…Until the Freeze.

Chris Robinson, who conceived the concept of both Before the FrostÂ…Until the Freeze and Cabin Fever, says, “I think we fulfilled a musical commitment to continue on the golden road of artistic independence. Approaching 20 years into our careers, we still are ambitious enough to push ourselves to create something unique that we have never done before.”


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The Black Crowes: Shine Along

By: Dennis Cook

The Black Crowes

“The further away we get from trying to play inside someone else’s box is just going to be better for everything – the music, our community of fans and the band as our immediate family,” says Chris Robinson of The Black Crowes. “Success is the freedom to do what you want.”

It’d be difficult to be more removed from industry standard than the long-lived group’s eighth release, Before The Frost… Until The Freeze (released August 31 on Silver Arrow). The double record, semi-conceptual opus was birthed in front of live audiences at Levon Helm’s Barn Studios in Woodstock, New York earlier this year, and presents 20 new originals that find the nearly two decade old band exploring sincere country, high gloss funk, pastoral folk and other textures that move them well away from the “classic rock” tag that got attached the moment their first single hit in 1990. It’s a brave, creatively charged collection, and one that handily announces a band once again hitting their stride.

The atypical approach to recording the new album – original material (save for a boffo cover of Manassas’ “So Many Times”) presented and captured in front of an audience – taps into one of the band’s greatest strengths, i.e. their immense concert prowess, and may be the smartest move the Crowes have made in a long time.

“It’s pretty funny when you do something that makes so much sense. You turn around and go, ‘Why in the hell didn’t we do this earlier?’ It seems like such a radical thing but our band doesn’t do the obvious very well. We can’t and I wish we did sometimes; it’d make our lives a lot easier. We get these bizarre notions and if we don’t try to shape them too much, if we just let them be what they are, we tend to pull them off better,” says drummer/co-founder Steve Gorman. “One thing we learned – and we haven’t had this conversation in a linear fashion as a band at all – is that momentum is to be held onto. You have to just enjoy the ride because you can’t shape it. You have to hold on with a very loose grip.”

“We laughed about it after it was done. Could you imagine talking to a record company in this day and age about what this was going to be? ‘It’s gonna be cut live as a double album. So, hook it up! [laughs].’ It’s a unique situation for us. We play what some people would consider traditional rock music but we do it different, from the compositions down to how we go about our world, our touring, our lives. There’s something unique about it that makes it different. As time goes on many bands just slow down or rely on their hits. That’s not us,” says Robinson. “When we finished the record and I got the mixes back from Paul [Stacey, producer], I was definitely proud of this group and the work we put in. There’s not a lot of people pulling off something like this, at least in terms of the scale and how we did it. We weren’t in a rehearsal space for months [laughs]. We just set up, learned the songs and did it.”

Fork In The River

There’s the feeling of a strong wind in the Crowes’ sails on Before The Frost… (see the JamBase album review for more details), and one senses something special is going on, some corner turned or necessary distance achieved.

Chris Robinson

“I think so. We played recently in Utica, New York and it was in the rain. Everyone out there had a hood on, and Chris commented, ‘All the plastic people are here,’ because everyone was wearing ponchos. And these songs went over, every single one of them off the new record. People get it and they dig it. It’s pretty amazing,” says Gorman, who notes the band didn’t receive the same warm reception initially for the Warpaint material. “I think Warpaint was received okay, but the band knew what it was. We knew what it meant and knew we were on a new path. And there was a subconscious expectation that people would get it, too, not just enjoy the songs but understand how important it was. In the grand scheme of things that album is a very important piece of the puzzle.”

“It’s like someone just gave Columbus a compass: ‘Here, dude, this will make the next few miserable months of life on the ocean easier.’ I think Warpaint was that compass. And I have no problem saying I don’t think that compass had been in place since sometime around 1998,” continues Gorman. “We were still in pretty good shape when we recorded Band but then Columbia [Records] said ‘no’ and dictated what we had to do on the next album. We aren’t good at that. We gave it our best try but the ensuing two years were not us being us. That was us being dictated to and cornered with literally no way out. It took a toll and we didn’t see the effect of it until Lions.”

With a bundle of new corridors to explore with this double record, The Black Crowes have created a series of jumping off points that will allow them to fully engage with all the facets of their musical personality. While moving things ever further away from the soundbite definition of the band based on “Hard To Handle” and “She Talks To Angels,” this set is a wholehearted embrace of all the currents running within them.

Rich Robinson

“If we’d made an electronic record or a modern rock record like Nickelback then fans would have reason to call the police and lock us away, but there’s nothing like that. The last record put us on track to get in a place where everyone is happy and creative and we could utilize that energy and see where it takes us,” Robinson says. “In some ways, [Before The Frost...] solidifies our cult status [laughs]. But if that’s what it’s gonna be then that’s what it’s gonna be. I don’t spend too much time looking back over things, and I think this album just adds to the vibrancy that keeps us in the ‘now.’ For us, as a band, we’re always interested in opening the door to ideas and creative possibilities, what’s next. It’s been that way for a long time, but that’s also a thing that keeps us from being a heritage band – or whatever they’re calling it this week – that goes out and plays the same old shit and has nothing else to do but generate money. That’s never been the trip we’re on.”

“We’ve attempted to make records with as much breadth and not been as successful. It really is a matter of things lining up, us sensing that AND not fucking it up,” offers Gorman. One sizeable leap of faith for some fans has been the dirty disco vibe of “I Ain’t Hiding,” but dissenters should know the Crowes were equally uneasy about it at first. “We allowed ourselves to feel a little weird about it for a while, but we didn’t get weirded out by the fact that we were weirded out. It’s not the end of the world either way. Trust me, the looks on the faces in those metal chairs [at the Barn performances] when this would start were priceless. I’m looking down because I don’t want to start laughing, and I’m peeking out at all these familiar faces with complete ‘what the fuck?’ faces, but not in a bad way, just genuinely like ‘wow.’ By the time the song ended they realized it’s fun. When I talk about being patient [in this band] these days part of that is not dismissing a song immediately, realizing it’s fun and seeing if it’s fun enough to make itself comfortable.”

Got Live If You Want It

So together is the playing and production on Before The Frost… that it’s almost a surprise when a burst of audience applause comes in at the end of each track. Some critics have been annoyed by this aspect but for the Crowes it was just being honest.

The Black Crowes by Rod Snyder

“I don’t think we ever discussed it. For us, that’s what it felt like in the room. We’re not trying to wave the fact that people were in the room in anyone’s face, but for the band it would have been very unnatural to not hear that. It was such a part of the proceedings, and the energy in that room had a lot to do with those friendly, familiar faces sitting in those chairs, faces we see every year, show after show. I know a lot of their names but I know ALL of their faces,” Gorman says. “I wasn’t aware of it at the time but looking back there’s no overstating how much the album was made possible by those people sitting in those chairs. If we couldn’t make a great record with those guys in the room then fuck it, we should hang it up.”

For many of the band’s deepest fans, it’s their concert energy and ability to pull off amazing shows throughout their 20-year history that defines them far more than their studio output. Even without the splashes of audience cheer at the end of each track, Before The Frost… carries a healthy measure of that live-in-the-moment vibe.

“In a pragmatic sense, it’s the only way to cover that much ground, in terms of amount of material. If we’d made a conventional album in a conventional studio setting then we would have run into problems. We’re not improvising as we would in a jam, but the first weekend we played 13 brand new songs. 13 new songs in the studio in a month,” chuckles Robinson. “It’s definitely some sort of kinetic editing system, where something will fall flat on its face and the air will come out of it if it doesn’t have some merit, not just right now but in terms of the scope of what you’ve been writing for 20-something years. Without the writing there’s nothing, and that’s been the story with this band since about 1985.”

Rich [Robinson] and I were in Woodstock for about 10 days before the band arrived with Paul, and there were some bits and pieces that fell by the wayside. For me, it’s a lyric piece as well as a musical one. I did the majority of the lyrics over a period of four or five days. It’s a loosely based, thematic thing – will the ‘Aimless Peacock’ find his way to ‘The Last Place Love Lives,’ with the idea of this rural place, a magical hollow or whatever. A person grows up in this environment and then leaves,” offers Robinson. “That’s why it’s funny to try and describe ‘I Ain’t Hiding’ to people who don’t get it. Well, on the vinyl edition, on Side 3 the character from these songs finds himself in an urban place like New York, where the girls are different and the drugs are faster. ‘Make Glad,’ ‘Lady of Avenue A,’ ‘Kept My Soul’ and ‘I Ain’t Hiding’ are the little foray into the city. Of course, by Side 4, like all true poets and wanderers, we find ourselves back in the place that had so much magic for us in the first place, but we come back with different lenses, different perspectives.”

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For a writer there’s tons of inspiration, not just the world within us. As time moves on, your perception changes. You know a lot more about being in love when you’ve lost it and been in it and had what you thought was love but didn’t, at least as long as you have an active process with your own history and mythology and mental state.

-Chris Robinson

 

These differences include the vinyl and CD version, where the narrative arc of the double LP is lost in the reshuffling for CD format, where one purchases Before The Frost… and gets a free download code for …Until The Freeze.

Steve Gorman

“There’s all these arguments about albums and what do they mean, and some people will only buy a few songs via download and blah, blah, blah. To me, what makes it interesting about how we put it together and how we split it up is for the people that are into [an extended narrative] that’s what the vinyl is for. The other people aren’t going to follow that narrative or maybe don’t care anyway. It’s a small concession in order to give music away for free,” says Robinson. “If the storyline gets a little jumbled up, well, welcome to our world!”

“As we move into the next decade of this century it’s interesting to ask, ‘What is a rock ‘n’ roll band? What is a rock star? What do these things mean?’ In my mind, it always comes down to the music. This album hits on all the things, all the influences that we are. This is the music we’re inspired by. This is the music we love,” continues Robinson. “I think Warpaint was an arrow pointing in this direction, whether it’s [revealing our passion for] Judee Sill or The Stanley Brothers or Wes Montgomery or whatever. When Rich is playing a sitar then people know we listen to classical Indian music and the Incredible String Band.”

Even the cover of the new album, an inviting pastel colored scene of wild country and low foothills, is a different visual statement than the band’s often robust imagery.

“By calling an album Warpaint, with that freaky posse rolling in on the cover and the version of the crow face from that era, that was definitely us saying, ‘We’re on our way,’ visually. But, I think everybody is going to love the artwork on [Before The Flood...]. There’s a genuine sense of people needing some fucking comfort in the modern day, and this cover is inviting. It’s not, ‘We’re running towards you,’ it’s, ‘Come over here.’ There’s a lot to that. I’d like to go to that cabin in that picture,” says Gorman, obliquely touching on some of the new album’s delicacy, a trait that’s always been present to one degree or another in the Crowes, though rarely as nakedly pronounced. “I don’t think anyone does slow material better than us. That’s just such a part of our wheelhouse. ‘Appaloosa’ is my favorite new track. I did a drum interview and I said that and the reaction was, ‘Really?’ Hey man, that’s the best I can do. There’s so much understated drumming and ghost strokes, but it’s not just my part, it’s the whole band. There’s a lot going on with ‘Appaloosa’ and it all fits together nicely. That’s a song I will never ever tire of doing. We were all saying it’s like a George Harrison tune. I think it’s Chris’ best vocal take on the record. That’s the best song he’s ever written, in my opinion. We resisted every urge to make it like nine-minutes long. It’s so pretty you want it to be two-minutes. That’s some McCartney 101.”

The Singer And The Song

Rich & Chris Robinson

There’s frequent discussion amongst fans and critics alike about how Chris Robinson is not the same singer he once was. To detractors this is a dig but the same sentiment – not being the same – can also be viewed as a compliment. As a vocalist, Robinson now possesses a level of nuance, variety and confidence that go well beyond the bravado and sheer force of his twenties. Sure, some high notes are now out of range and there’s shifts in how some early material is handled, but listening to the new album one finds a natural singer moving through shifting settings with assurance and real style.

“Part of that [change] is just what happens after 20 years of singing rock music. I felt [similarly positive about my singing] during New Earth Mud and there were fans of [the Crowes] who didn’t want to accept my singing like that, where it’s not always like Tina Turner or Steve Marriott [Small Faces, Humble Pie] or any of the singers I’ve really loved,” says Robinson. “I think I’m closer to something today that’s more me – not that I was ever someone else or a character or anything – but this is definitely much closer to the bone, closer to what my soul really is.”

This soulfulness emerges strongly on his recent love songs like “Greenhorn” and “Locust Street,” which exhibit a depth the 20-year-old Robinson couldn’t have come up with. Now, there’s real empathy and respect for the loss and work inherent to love, which tempers the romance and sentiment. As the group’s core fan base ages along with them, they are providing soundtracks that befit lives with significant water under the bridge.

“For a writer there’s tons of inspiration, not just the world within us. As time moves on, your perception changes. You know a lot more about being in love when you’ve lost it and been in it and had what you thought was love but didn’t, at least as long as you have an active process with your own history and mythology and mental state,” Robinson says. “In your personal life you have moments of clarity and moments of confusion. It gets back to getting through joyous things and traumatic things, which allows you to tell stories in song or just create some wordplay that strikes an emotional chord. William Burroughs did that by cutting things up and putting them back together, and it still resonated. With music it’s the same thing; if you put the wrong word in the wrong spot you’ll get the wrong vibe.”

Make Glad

Luther Dickinson

The new album presents a ridiculously solidified lineup, with newest members Luther Dickinson (guitar) and Adam MacDougall (keys) shining brightly throughout the proceedings and actively putting their own accents on this music. Maybe hearing Dickinson’s stunning slide cry on “Shady Grove” or MacDougall’s inspired piano calling the tune on “Good Morning Captain” will quiet those still holding onto the idea of Marc Ford or Eddie Harsch returning and allow them to tune into what’s happening right here, right now.

“The fact that people love different eras in the band is great. I have total respect for people who take time out of their day to get on a message board and rant and rave about how it’s not what it should be. What fuels that is passion for what we do. That’s how I feel about it,” Gorman says. “In a perfect world, I wish every album had sold huge and the band had never had a change – I mean, on paper. But, everything’s been great the way it’s gone. Everything finds itself. That said, as much as I respect everything everybody’s given to the band, I love what we’re doing now. The Black Crowes to me are what we’re doing in 2009. 2008 doesn’t even really enter into it except when I stop to think about what got us here. Where we are everyday is where we are.”

“We knew [this lineup] was going to work the minute we went into the studio for Warpaint. The first track we cut the first night was ‘Movin’ On Down The Line.’ That was how we began the Warpaint sessions. That’s a pretty heavy piece of music to whip out. We were setting up gear and planning to start in the morning but we thought, ‘As long as we’re sitting around let’s see how this song goes.’ Four hours later we’re listening back to ['Movin'"], thinking, ‘Holy shit!’ And the first song we did for the new record was ‘Shady Grove,’ which was another nice template to start with,” says Gorman. “With ‘Movin’ On Down The Line,’ Adam is just sitting there and writes that intro. We had that part but weren’t sure of the arrangement, and that whole spacey intro is Adam throwing out ideas and we all jumped on it. And the piano pass on that song is just spectacular; if you ever get a chance, listen to it on headphones. Then, ‘Shady Grove’ has this interplay between Rich and Luther throughout. And again, it was like, ‘Good lord, listen to this!’ There’s a lot of reasons that [the new material] is being accepted, but there’s maybe a subconscious acceptance that this is who the band is now.”

The Black Crowes

This is perhaps the moment where the Crowes can put some of their history behind them and simply operate as a present day entity whose every move isn’t judged in relation to past commercial successes, personnel or anything other than the merits of the music being generated today.

“There’s always some people on a nostalgia trip, but for the most part people coming to shows are up to date. We wouldn’t be having this conversation if we weren’t making original music and were just a greatest hits package,” scoffs Robinson, who shares this writer’s feeling that Dickinson and MacDougall really shine on the new stuff. “I think they did on the last one, too, but as time moves on they’ve definitely found their place. But that will change, too. It’s dynamic material and there’s architecture for them to inhabit. Luther is dynamic and soulful and masterful on anything. One of the things I really like about the new record is how strong Adam is on it, how expressive and strong his playing is.”

“It’s exciting to see how that progression keeps going, even after just 20 shows or so [on the current tour],” says Robinson, who also appreciates that the stockpile of new tunes means that old warhorses like “Jealous Again” will come around a bit less frequently. “Totally! We’re having a blast really focusing a lot on the new record, though still inclusive of the entire catalog. It allows us a chance to play ‘Peace Anyway,’ ‘Title Song,’ ‘Tied Up and Swallowed’ or whatever, where we can get deep into the catalog. The more you stretch out, the more the idea that there are no rules sinks in, then you realize how much more gratifying and fulfilling all the little things are. You realize, ‘Oh yeah, we can do that.’ Sometimes you have to stop and remind yourself.”

The Black Crowes are on tour now; dates available here.

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The Black Crowes:
Before The Frost…

By: Dennis Cook

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In Taoism there’s the concept of “the unclouded clarity of a mirror,” where what’s reflected is truthful, blemishes intact but also glowing with the beauty of things seen without masks or subterfuge, fraud or self-delusion. It’s an idyllic perspective that’s either unlikely or flat out impossible to achieve but it’s always striking when one comes face-to-face with such honest glimmers. While perhaps a stretch to some, The Black Crowes‘ eighth studio offering, Before The FrostÂ…Until The Freeze (released August 31 on Silver Arrow Records) positively shines in such a Taoist way, where the music feels as unforced as a breeze or a flowing stream, offering listeners as clear and un-muddled a picture of the band as ever etched.

Recorded live at Levon Helm Studios in Woodstock, NY, the delighted audience outbursts at end of songs are the only outward sign these aren’t pure studio creations. Well, that and the in-the-moment vibe evident throughout, which approximates the Crowes’ monster concert energy in a more focused manner. Split into two halves, Before The FrostÂ… is the commercial CD that comes with a download code for Â…Until The Freeze, or the pair is available as double vinyl, where you can sort your seeds ‘n’ stems while imbibing their latest. The very together band – Chris Robinson (lead vocals, lyrics, harmonica, guitars), sibling Rich Robinson (guitars, sitar, vocals), Steve Gorman (drums, percussion), Sven Pipien (bass, vocals), Luther Dickinson (guitars, mandolin) and Adam MacDougall (keyboards, vocals) – are aided in choice spots by Larry Campbell (fiddle, pedal steel, banjo), and producer/engineer Paul Stacey returns, once again capturing a warm, inviting, uncluttered sound for the boys.

Last year’s Warpaint showed they still had fire in their bellies to keep rock ‘n’ roll tough and real and good, but seen in the light of this new double record set, it’s clearly a shoring up of strengths, a condensed primer in the Crowes’ essential characteristics as they attempted to set some tunes in stone for the first time with a freshly minted lineup. Warpaint is a great record, unquestionably one of their best, but what we want of our beloved artists is bravery and invention, tangible proof that they can be more, do more, hear more, communicate more than they have in the past. This new collection bobs and weaves on light feet, taking us places we’ve never been and revealing, perhaps more fully than any other outing, the full rainbow the Crowes are capable of. From the Lovin’ Spoonful worthy skip of “Shady Grove” to the straight-up twang of “Roll Old Jeremiah” to the three-bumps-over-the-line disco strut of “I Ain’t Hiding” to the heart-ticklin’ bluegrass of “Garden Gate” to the delightfully overt Beatles-isms of “And The Band Played OmÂ…” to the effervescent, Brit-folk-like shimmer of “What Is Home?” and peak David Crosby-esque “Greenhorn,” this is a Black Crowes we have not met beforeÂ…except every element and ancestral echo has been nascent in their makeup for decades. What’s different this round is they seem to have jettisoned their own internal definition of what constitutes a Black Crowes song, which in turn has opened a creative floodgate paired with fully engaged performances and an appealingly relaxed feel. In accepting themselves and the music as it comes they’ve unleashed a harvest basket of treats that harbinger great growing seasons to come. Put another way, this seems like the beginning of a major new era marked by well-sighted craftsmanship and boisterous imagination.

There’s such great harmonies here, full of dinged-up humanity but also the mysterious ability to touch heaven with coalescing voices, and out front, as he should be, is Chris Robinson, exhibiting a master’s range, shifting with the needs of each piece, doing things that only age and experience can produce in a singer. He’s dirt road rough when they plow into the prickly blues of “Kept My Soul” and the jam-dappled “Been a Long Time (Waiting On Love),” then he oozes countrypolitan soul on “Houston Don’t Dream About Me,” Marvin Gaye meanness on the slithery “I Ain’t Hiding” or just plain old angelic shiver on “Aimless Peacock.” And everywhere the balance of singer and song, musical and lyrical setting, is a glove fit, each less without the other but so bloody cool when shaking hands, as on “Make Glad” – perhaps the Crowes’ equivalent to Rare Earth’s “I Just Want To Celebrate,” each a joyful outburst peppered with dark lined verses – or the Gram-tastic “The Last Place That Love Lives.” In fact, taken as a whole this collection is the fruition of Parsons’ idea of “Cosmic American Music,” but unlike most mere imitators, the Crowes don’t halt the music’s evolution where Gram left it. More than ever, the Crowes welcome in whatever floats into their purview and digest it in their own sweet way(s).

Regardless of what’s come before, THIS configuration of players, this massive assemblage of overflowing personality and talent, has come into their own with these recordings. No one is walking in anyone else’s footsteps anymore, and repeat spins reveal wonderful touches and lyrical accents from every man. The Crowes have never lacked for gifted musicians but this grouping beats any past lineup in at least one major aspect – respect for one another and the material. The level of nuance and empathetic partnership apparent on every cut is evidence that the camaraderie hinted at on Warpaint has developed into a bone-depth bond, at least sonically. Nothing gets in the way of anything else, each note where it should be instead of crying out for attention, and thus the overall weight and quality of each number is increased exponentially. It’s not the solos folks will be talking about when they discuss these albums but what textured, varied, inspired work it all is.

Like Warpaint‘s opener, “Goodbye Daughters of the Revolution,” the new record’s title has vaguely apocalyptic implications, the ship that began to sink in “Daughters” still going down, but the music itself is a firm hand to hold as ice mounts and temperatures drop. Full of clear-eyed advice and naked-yet-rarely-sentimental feeling, this batch of tunes, 20 in all, charges memory full on, tackling the ghosts and hounds that nip at our steps and staring them down, sapping some of their power over us and diluting the indistinct aura of fear hovering over our collective march these days. And like much of the Crowes’ best work, it’s a merger of music and words that accomplishes these things, a conversation that often begins with Chris’ words but is phrased and punctuated by things beyond language.

It’s no wonder it took a sprawling 90-minute double barrel blast to accurately reflect the enormous range and potential of The Black Crowes today. Neat, concise vessels simply can’t contain this sort of churning, burning mojo, or the more calmative, healing elixir they’ve begun to brew in recent years. No, this is not the just-post-pubescent gonad bop of their debut or the vitriolic bile of Amorica, or even the skeletal fundamentality of Southern Harmony and Musical Companion. But, in so many ways, this is what all of those jagged, informative chapters results in. That is if the musicians evolve and listen to life’s lessons. It’s almost damning praise to call a work “mature” but Before The FrostÂ…Until The Freeze is nourishing, thoughtful, emotionally resonant music made by and intended for adults, a series of primo ruminations on paths taken. I’ll let others wag over “best album” or even “better than such & such album.” When music is this organic, switched-on and skillfully delivered there’s no need for hierarchies. Just kick off them shoes and let it have its way with you and you’ll get it just fine.

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Dusty Rhodes: Winning You Over

By: Mike Bookey

Dusty Rhodes and the River Band by Brent Murrell

Getting hit by a pickup truck is a categorically bad thing. That’s just a rule of life, physics and motor vehicle safety. However, if it weren’t for an absent-minded driver that smashed into a scooter-riding young man earlier this decade, there’s a good chance that the planet would never get to know, and fall increasingly in love with, Dusty Rhodes and the River Band. Riding home from work in Anaheim, CA on the Honda Elite scooter that he’d purchased from his grandmother with his high school graduation money, Dustin Apodaca drove into an intersection when the driver of a pickup truck ran a red light and slammed into him so hard that his helmeted head left a sizeable dent in the hood of the truck.

This is the part of the story where you’d expect to hear about how this resilient youngster fought against adversity, relearning to walk or maybe finding musical inspiration in his new lease on life that urged him to reach for rock & roll stardom. Well, this isn’t one of those stories. This is about a kid who wanted to have a killer band and just needed something like, say, an insurance settlement to get him properly outfitted. You see, Apodaca wasn’t seriously hurt in the accident.

“At first all I had was a guitar, but when I got hit by a truck I was like, ‘Yes!’ and I got like four keyboards and a nice big box Buckingham amp. I got an accordion, too, and a van – a 1987 Mitsubishi. It was so cool looking; it was like a starship,” says Apodaca from his home in Orange County. “If it wasn’t for me getting hit by a car, we probably wouldn’t be doing this.”

Now, Apodaca doesn’t only have a new scooter but he’s also part of that killer band he was looking to get off the ground. Anaheim’s Dusty Rhodes and the River Band isn’t a twangy gang of burned-out hippies relegated to cowboy bars, as the name might suggest, but rather a young, genre-smashing six-piece (all of them in their twenties) that takes all the energy of power pop and melts it together with its members’ collective love for classic rock, folk, gospel and other shades of American roots music. In late May, the band rolled out its second record, Palace and Stage (released May 17 on Side One Dummy Records), a collection of tightly wound, powerful cuts ranging from pop-rock to folk to all out rockers. The record showcases a band with the crossover ability and musical smarts of an act like The Decemberists, but with the explosive rocking power of (and this is going to seem strange, but it’s true) Electric Light Orchestra. Just listen to the first cut on the album, “All One,” and that comparison should make instant sense.

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“We tried to make it super focused, but obviously we can’t do that, so it’s still a little different on each track. We tried to bring it in, tighten it up and make it more of a rock album, more straight up POW!” says Apodaca, making just one of the many sound effects he unleashed during the conversation.

Apodaca is almost never serious, speaking in about five different phony voices during our conversations, always employing the “and they were all like… then, I went” mode of storytelling. He’s a goddamn pleasure to speak with, even if there are several moments when it’s mostly impossible to tell if he’s serious… about anything other than playing rock music. On stage, it’s similar. He keeps his curly mop of hair bouncing for the entirety of the show, often stepping back from the mic for delightfully obnoxious handclaps. His stage presence might remind some of a seemingly impossible combination of the Crowes’ Chris Robinson and a less-mobile James Brown, but he’s likely more inspired by whatever could possibly be running through his head at that moment.

Apodaca is one of rock music’s rare keyboard-playing frontmen, a position he says (not quite believably) wouldn’t be the case if he had more keyboards and would need to stand in a corner of the stage. After a youth spent playing guitar in punk bands, Apodaca decided, while still a teenager, that he needed to be on the keys.

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“My parents had just got cable and VH1 Classic had just come out. I was maybe 16 and they had this live show with Rick Wakeman [Yes] freakin’ on ice. It was so cool it changed my life. I was like, ‘I’m not playing guitar. I’m not playing bass. I’m playing synthesizers and that is it.’ And that’s because of Rick Wakeman,” he says.

And thus Apodaca became the only 16-year-old in 1999 to become an infatuated Yes fan and synthesizer enthusiast.

At an outdoor street festival show in Bend, Oregon this past June, with a cold wind whipping between downtown buildings like summer has turned back to spring, Apodaca is wearing a classically ’80s black-and-red windbreaker and sitting backstage sipping a beer he plucked from what appears to be an old bowling bag. We’re talking in vague terms about music, and soon Apodaca uses the expression “too cool for night school” to refer to the hipper-than-thou-unless-you-have-the-most-recent-leaked-album ethos that is omnipresent in music clubs these days.

A month later, I ask him about the phrase over the phone because it seems like it might apply to those who don’t quite get Dusty Rhodes and the River Band, people who, perhaps rightfully so, are pretty damn confused by this act. He laughs, as is his wont, and tries to clarify himself, saying that he wasn’t knocking anyone in particular but rather the whole idea of how buzz-happy music fans can be and how his band has chosen a more built-to-last approach. “In a career, it’s better that way because people will keep coming back,” says Apodaca. “If you’re a fluke or a buzz, people are like, ‘They’re cool, but, next.’”

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At first all I had was a guitar, but when I got hit by a truck I was like, ‘Yes!’ and I got like four keyboards and a nice big box Buckingham amp. I got an accordion, too, and a van – a 1987 Mitsubishi. It was so cool looking; it was like a starship. If it wasn’t for me getting hit by a car, we probably wouldn’t be doing this.

-Dustin Apodaca

 

Photo by: Matt Grayson

Dusty Rhodes and the River Band
By Jake Krolick

The band’s debut, First You Live, was a solid release, even if it was even more diverse than Palace and Stage, including a couple straight-up country songs. But where the band has earned its credibility over the past five years has been on stage, where Apodaca serves as a gyrating focal point, though several other members take lead vocal duties and also show off skills of their own. Guitarists Kyle Divine and Edson Choi both throw impressive licks, and also take the lead vocal duties from time to time as Andrea Babinski (her brother Brad Babinski plays bass) provides the lone female voice as well as violin and mandolin, adding another layer to an already thick mix anchored by drummer Eric Chirco.

At the show in Bend, the band kicked off with a medley of cuts from Palace and Stage then peppered in a few rootsier, almost honky-tonk numbers from First You Live. Then, they do something that pretty much sums up this band – they launch into a cover of “The Weight” by The Band, trading verses between band members, all of them returning to shout out the chorus with the crowd joining in. Next, they cruise through a string of more pop-rock influenced tunes, yet the people who’ve flocked to the stage during “The Weight” don’t leave and are still dancing along. This is typical for Dusty Rhodes, a band that has opened for Flogging Molly AND Jonny Lang, as well as Blind Melon and Los Lobos, and can also headline a street festival like this or fit in perfectly at jammy gatherings like Wakarusa and High Sierra, as they did this summer, gaining across-the-board positive reviews (read JamBase’s review of Dusty Rhodes at HSMF here).

Dustin Apodaca by Max Knies

Kyle Divine, the slender guitarist who is wearing a mustache, oversized glasses and a hoodie bearing the name of label mate Gogol Bordello when we meet, says that the band’s accessibility has been both a blessing and a curse. On one hand, they sometimes fall by the wayside without a genre to nestle into, but conversely, they can pretty much play anywhere and be accepted. It’s a weird place to be in, and Divine realizes that.

“We’ve always just been about playing anywhere, anytime for whatever crowd because we know we can win them over wherever we are,” says Divine, “I think it’s because we have so many influences of our own that we appreciate all kinds of music.”

Neither Divine nor Apodaca is a fan of the band’s name, which has provided them with some strange experiences, including but hardly limited to playing with cowboy band openers and also having their lead singer mistakenly introduced as “Dusty Rhodes,” which, of course, isn’t his real name. The band’s genesis came after Apodaca and Divine met when Apodaca was taking a community college screen-printing class with Divine’s roommate. “This is where brilliant minds come together, in screen-printing class at a community college,” Apodaca says of the experience, pointing out that Divine was his scholastic superior, enrolled at Cal State Fullerton at the time. They originally wanted to name the band Dusty Rhodes and the Santa Ana River Band, in honor of both the brand name of Dustin’s old electric piano and the concrete sludge canal near their hometown, but decided it was too long. Never fans of the name, the band actually wanted to change their name with the release of Palace and Stage, which, for obvious reasons, wasn’t realistic.

Dusty Rhodes and the River Band by Brent Murrell

“We did want to change it and we still do. But, when you’re 19 you make up ridiculous names, you know, so we just kind of stuck with it,” says Apodaca, who in the band’s earlier days would claim his real name to be Dusty Rhodes but now says he’s planning on going by Frances, his middle name, to alleviate the confusion.

As this name debate illustrates, Dusty Rhodes and the River Band is, in a way, one of the first long-term specimens of the current DIY era in music. As Apodaca puts it, they started doing things the way they wanted to do them, playing whatever music felt right, and there was really no one there to tell them to stop, so they didn’t and they haven’t. They haven’t concerned themselves much with fitting into any given genre or meshing particularly well with any concert bill or festival lineup. But the funny thing is in being so flagrantly autonomous they have created a massively accessible brand of music with an almost confusingly broad appeal.

“Indie rock, in general, is so broad and you can do whatever you want. That’s what we’re going to do, and no one has really told us ‘no’ yet. The label hasn’t told us ‘no;’ they’ve let us do whatever we want. It’s almost 2010. It’s about time we just get on with making music,” says Apodaca, “who cares what it sounds like or what genre it’s supposed to be. If it’s cool, then it’s cool, and if you like making music like that then just do it. If you’re touring with no label or no booking agent, just do whatever you want, and that’s how we started this band. Again, man, it’s almost 2010. Get over the whole genre thing.”

Dusty Rhodes and the River Band are on tour now; dates available here.

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