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Daniel Lanois: The Blacker The Dub, The Sweeter The Juice

By: Dennis Cook

Black Dub by Jake Krolick

Infusing music with soul is no easy task. And we’re not talking some stock R&B thing, this is soul in the archetypal sense – the invisible, overarching embodiment of things beyond the world we can see and taste. Soul in music is what makes it more than ditties meant to shift units and pass the time. Soul in music is what makes it breathe and leap into our hearts and minds, and yes, bodies, to live anew in our own strange ways. It’s there in the intentions of the players in a way that transcends language. And there is abundant soul, in this wonderful, fully fleshed sense, inside Black Dub, the boffo new project from celebrated “studio rat” Daniel Lanois.

In Black Dub, whose raw, thickly conjured self-titled debut arrived on November 2, Lanois is joined by highly regarded studio bassist Daryl Johnson, drummer extraordinaire Brian Blade (Wayne Shorter, Joshua Redman, Joni Mitchell) and vocalist-songwriter Trixie Whitley, the daughter of the late, utterly great Chris Whitley. The combination is as crazy talented as one might imagine but also a good deal earthier and readily appealing than such high tone combos often turn out to be. The burn of the blues, the raised hand exultation of gospel and irresistible shuffle of vintage rhythm ‘n’ blues swirls within their future-forward energy and gutbucket, immediate rock feel. Whitley is a force of nature and one of the few young singers that might have joined the roster of Atlantic Records or Stax-Volt back in the day. And the instrumental vets sound looser and more engaged than at almost anytime in their past. That’s not a dig against their worthy pedigrees but the interplay and atmosphere of Black Dub suggests a giving way to a bubbling group-think that’s really intoxicating. The songs rock, from the minimalist “Ring The Alarm” to the more structured pieces like “Nomad” and “Canaan,” and allowed time to really seep into one’s consciousness, Black Dub is a quintessential grower that hints at amazing live incarnations to come from these initial seeds and a wide open studio landscape for the quartet down the road.

JamBase was fortunate to snag a few minutes of Lanois’ time and found him to be a straight shooter of the first order with pretty much the best attitude about making music one could find.

JamBase: One of my favorite things about any new band is when you get a sense of their personalities and how the music was made just from listening to their debut. I get a strong sense of that listening to Black Dub.

Daniel Lanois: It’s quite a blend of spontaneous elements – as is the case with “Surely,” which is live off-the-floor, vocal and all, and we’re quite proud of that one because it’s quite classically written and performed – and without a doubt the people in the band are good improv artists. We have Brian Blade on the drums and I’ve never heard him play the same way twice.

Lanois & Trixie Whitley
By Jake Krolick

JamBase: How did you guys come together? This combination of individuals seem to have an intuitive empathy for one another as players.

It came together in my head originally. There’s a lot that comes to me as I play guitar and sing but I also love to just play guitar and let someone else sing. And when I ran into Trixie Whitley in Belgium, I had not seen her in a good few years and she told me she was playing drums and writing songs and singing. When I heard her I thought there was something really clear and honest about her position. I recorded a couple of songs including “I Believe In You,” which is on the Black Dub record. She got it in one take and I thought, “Whoa, there’s something going on here.” I’ve only ever responded to invitation or natural chemistry, so I thought maybe it was time to huddle up and form this little band.

I can’t really recall you being in a proper band for a very long time. You’re an active musician who usually plays on the records you produce but this seems like something fairly new for you.

Exactly. It’s all new. I was in a few little bands in the beginning, playing on the rooftop of my mother’s house and such. I made a bunch of records with bands no one has ever heard of and never rose in popularity, but I have to say I appreciate the camaraderie. Maybe those feelings never go away, like falling in love for the first time. Even in midlife you don’t want those feelings to ever stop [laughs]. Some feelings you don’t want to ever go away.

There’s a sense of excitement about making music together in Black Dub that’s palpable. You don’t need to be told that something cool is happening in this band. It’s there in the music. You all seem very turned on by what’s happening together.

I think that’s true and it’s a compliment hearing it from you. We’re not industry driven or force-fed. We’re happy to be associated with Jive Records, who bring us to their arena, but the inception of this was driven by chemicals – not the ones you take but the ones that already exist in your body.

The core of this is you and the rhythm section with Trixie riding on top. There’s something cool about the trio configuration. No one can hide in that setting and everyone just has to throw in.

Black Dub by Jake Krolick

Are you talking about three in a trio or threesomes [laughs]? I have to agree with you, man. I love it stripped down. I wish I’d made more records that way, but I’m starting to now. I love it when it’s hands-down, just three people and it’s just, “What’re you gonna play?” And then play every note like it’s the last note you’ll ever play. Trixie joins us on the second drum kit on a couple numbers live and she plays keyboards on “Ring The Alarm” but aside from that it’s pretty much down to the bone.

Every individual part is available to the listener in a trio. There’s no real clutter.

Yes and God bless us for having the courage to do that! I know the record’s not entirely like that but live it will be.

What was the recording process like? How did you go about adding things after the fact? One of the first words that jumped into my head with this album was “viscous.”

HmmmÂ…some things have come from me being a studio rat. There’s an instrumental on there called “Slow Baby” and that’s pretty much a studio sculpture. The guitar playing is pretty spontaneous, done in one take, but the groove and loops and all that came later. I love flirting with machines and flesh, constantly trying to combine the two. I live in the memory of my heroes who tried to pull this off. Sly and The Family Stone did a song called “In Time” on the album Fresh, and that’s a bad dog of a marriage! I love “Sexual Healing,” which is a Roland 808, one of the seeds. We’re still trying to do this now, and we have so much technology available to us. The question is: What’s the most fascinating thing you can do with that? The quest goes on.

I always find the marriage of technology and human beings music to be an interesting one. In the right hands it’s magic. Is there a better rhythm sound than Prince’s drum machine programming in some ways?

There are always people involved, so that’s one thing to keep in mind. I often reference Suicide, this band from the 70s in New York City. They probably couldn’t afford a drummer, so one guy does the music and one guy sings. You gotta love that! In my early days in New York City I got to hear The Fat Boys, just three guys with one of them doing the beats on a microphone. They got to show up to a gig with no gear. More power to them!

Daniel Lanois by Jake Krolick

You’ve used an expression called “spotting” to describe some of your approach to music, and I wanted you to elaborate on what that means. Often musicians feel undue pressure to come up with something totally new and “spotting” seems to suggest being part of a long lineage.

Spotting is really a term for remembering anything special that goes on through the day. As songwriters we’re spotters all along. You might hang around in a bar and listen to a conversation, and they might say something really profound people can relate to and you snatch it for a song. Or it can be something as simple as [sings], “I heard it through the grapevine.” A simple lyric like that can spawn a whole song. That’s what spotting is about. It’s not anything new. I think people have been using spotting all along to bring common street terminology into popular song.

As a record maker it’s my job to notice things that are special during the workday. Perhaps somebody plays a riff or little melody and they might forget it because they moved onto something else a minute later thinking that idea wasn’t absolutely fulfilled. They’re right but that doesn’t mean it couldn’t be fulfilled if you just paid attention to it. That’s what spotting is about to me – noticing what’s fantastic in any given moment.

I like all the echoes of different things on Black Dub. It’s clearly a rock record but there’s a gospel undertow to parts and a whiff of Lee “Scratch” Perry’s Black Ark years, where the production was often done on the fly and was immediate and inspired as the music unfolding around the board.

The number one rule is to get rid of all chairs. No chairs at the console and when you do your work. That way you’re not fucking around for hours. You get the job done and then go to the bathroom. That’s what I learned from Lee “Scratch” Perry [laughs]. These fat fuckers show up in these sound recording magazines and they need a $12,000 multi-pivot office chair to function. Stand up! What are you made of, man? What I got from Lee Scratch was make it lean and mean and get the fuck out of the building.

Amen is all I can say.

Having gotten that out of the way, I don’t like comfort. Comfort isn’t a very good association, right? You might want it in your waterbed but you don’t want your music to be easy, breezy and comfortable. I like to think that Black Dub has crossed the line into the discomfort zone. I don’t want to be comfortable anymore.

Rock has become like a costume that people slip on. It’s lost its danger, its middle finger in many ways.

I asked Iggy Pop how he stays so skinny, and he said, “Steak and coffee.” Then I read about a legendary [Stooges] performance in England where the set was only 42 minutes long. People would be bitchin’ now. There’d be a revolution if you only played a 42 minute set, but at the peak of that great punk era in the 70s there was no messin’ around. They delivered just what needed to be delivered. I’m not saying I’ve done that historically but it sure appeals to me now.

Even if you haven’t done it before, if the light bulb goes off in your head you can do it now. My mom always says that if something is really true it will pierce you like an arrow. It’s not always pleasant or easy to come up against genuine truth but there’s no mistaking when we have to change.

Lanois & Whitley
by Jake Krolick

Your mother told you that? Let’s bring her onboard. As the truth bites and stings, I remember just what we were [a lyric from Lanois' song "Blackhawk"]. Iggy Pop once sang, “Here comes success/ Here comes my Chinese rug.” You end up looking at rugs and drapes instead of making fuckin’ rock ‘n’ roll. Come on!

I was discussing how vocals sound these days with a friend recently. You’d never get an Aretha Franklin or most of the Muscle Shoals soul and rock artists from the 60s & 70s today. They all pushed the meters into the red and distortion and spontaneity were keys to their sound and appeal. That unpremeditated roughness has been sanded away by Pro-Tools, etc. now. I catch a bit of that classic vibe in Trixie.

We don’t use auto-tuning or anything like it. I look her in the eye while I’m playing guitar and we deliver for the moment. But I have to say I quite like the auto-tuning thing when it’s taken to an extreme, where Cher has a hit with it or hip-hop records where it’s clearly radical auto-tuning. If you’re going to plug in the fuzzbox, then go for it. But the easy, breezy mid-zone of it is unappealing. I don’t like to fool people with anything. Why not just tell it like it is? It’s okay. Life is short [laughs].

Just in talking to you for a few minutes, I get the sense that Black Dub has freed you up in some ways, that something cool has cracked inside you in discovering this band.

A studio rat needs a balancing act. I love the studio and I’ve come up with a lot of things that’ve never been heard before. I’ll always go there when I need isolation from the big, bad world. But, without a doubt, the challenge of living this band is to line ‘em up, pants down and see who can deliver. Oh heavens, I think I’ve slipped into arrogance [laughs].

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The New Deal | Philly | Review | Pics | Video

Words & Images by: Jake Krolick

The New Deal :: 09.24.10 :: Electric Factory :: Philadelphia, PA

Jamie Shields by Jake Krolick

There is a music documentary that came out in 2009 called The Heart is a Drum Machine. It contains a scene in which a drummer pontificates about how the music that we connect with stems from the rhythm of our heartbeat. With that notion in mind, consider The New Deal’s drummer Darren Shearer. Whether you watch him play or simply interact with him, he epitomizes that quote as enthusiasm spills out of his internal metronome and blasts to your ears via his drum kit. The Electric Factory found Shearer, bassist Dan Kurtz and keyboard wiz Jamie Shields doing what they’ve done best over the past 12 years – dominating their own live electronic genre. The audience synced themselves to the pulse coming from the stage and the Electric Factory was alive. This new living, breathing, thriving organism – whose purpose may have had a deeper meaning – was, for the time being, solely a dance machine.

The New Deal invited Bay Area hip-hop legend Lyrics Born and his band to open their Pennsylvania and Massachusetts shows. Pimping his soon-to-be-released album As You Were, the Japanese-American rapper Tsutomu “Tom” Shimura ripped through several older songs before getting frustrated with the buzzing crowd anxious to shake-ass. I dug his freestyle joint with shout outs to our cheese steak city, but apparently, I was in the minority. When he debuted his new single, “Lies X 3,” as much of the crowd stayed fairly lackluster. From all accounts the Northampton show the next evening fared better, but it was a tough pill to swallow for a rowdy Philadelphia crowd.

The New Deal rescheduled this show several times before finally making it happen. Despite the other electronic show going down in Philadelphia’s navy yard, tND pulled a decent-sized crowd and rocked the Factory until 1:45 a.m. with two sets and a speedy encore. Having just released a new record, Live: Toronto 7.16.2009, Shearer, Kurtz and Shields were in outstanding moods as they embarked on a 21 show romp through the States.

The first set was dominated with jams, while some serious alien sounds emerged from Shields’ keyboards. His crafty, non-looped playing combined with the key changes they were doing early on made for a spirited first set. To be honest, I’m not sure they played one “song” save for a set-ending epic version of “Octobong.”

This didn’t change during the second set as Kurtz let his fingers do the walking through a wicked “Moonscraper” jam and what sounded like “Gone, Gone, Gone.” All three musicians have mastered the ability to construct moments in the music that fluctuate on strict command from low to high. If you examined the topography of Friday’s music, its horizon line was dominated by a roller coaster of peaks and valleys. This style has come to define what is somewhat-instinctive-yet-subconsciously awesome about their performances. Their music forces you to anticipate the building-driving moments and lash out in fits of dance and arm pumping.

By the show’s encore – a speedy version of “VL Tone” – the Electric Factory was in shambles. As the trio bounced notes off the walls, I realized how powerful the anticipation of a sound is as an element of music. The New Deal excel at stirring this kind of hungry desire in audiences, offering just the right balance of foreplay and release, like a good live band should.

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My Morning Jacket | Summer Tour Closer | Philly

Words & Images by: Jake Krolick

My Morning Jacket :: 08.29.10 :: River Stage at Great Plaza :: Philadelphia, PA

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On a normal day it’s hard to top a My Morning Jacket concert, but it becomes extra special when it’s the closing show of their summer tour. Filling shoes much bigger than maybe you or I had ever imagined, My Morning Jacket finds itself at the top of an ever-changing landscape of American rock bands. These travelers from Kentucky set Philadelphia’s River Stage at Great Plaza ablaze as they crushed their way through 22 glorious songs that made the evening feel like it was over in two minutes not two hours.

The venue sits on the banks of the Delaware River between the Ben Franklin and Walt Whitman Bridges. Hundreds of steps cascade down to the water’s edge and are separated with manmade waterfalls and pathways. It slays that parking lot venue, the Festival Pier , to bits. Place My Morning Jacket on the stage during sunset and it’s one heck of a show.

A slightly shaggier than normal Jim James made us Philadelphians feel extra special as he warmly thanked opener Scott McMicken from local favorite Dr. Dog. McMicken’s own set was quite moving, and he sprinkled in several acoustic versions of Dr. Dog tunes including a tender version of “Jackie Wants a Black Eye” off Dr. Dog’s latest, Shame Shame. His backdrop was a stellar homemade home façade complete with a suitcase, curtains, shelves and even a hole in the faux-wall for a mouse. Whether he plucked the banjo or strummed the guitar, his songs seemed to compliment the evening.

My Morning Jacket crept on stage through a haze of a manmade mist ready to produce a setlist that was packed with almost their entire catalog. The first half of the set grew superbly and got the blood flowing as we heard the band sink their teeth into “Mahgeetah,” “Golden,” a rare “Honest Man” and a new lavish, down tempo song called “Circuital.” The new tune has tons of potential and is destined to take its royal place in the MMJ catalog. James demonstrated his ability to get loose on an acoustic guitar and started to really flex his vocals on the new tune.

During “I’m Amazed,” bassist Tom Blankenship, guitarist Carl Broemel and Jim James huddled in front of Patrick Hallahan’s green star covered drum kit. This has become the standard mode of operation for the group as they break out into wild undulations, fanatical changes, and some good old-fashioned head banging. The rest of the band played while James pulled a rubber donkey mask over his head to sway through the song’s finish. He was super animated before going into the center cut of the show, which slowed for “Tonight I Want to Celebrate With You,” “Steam Engine” and “Smokin’ from Shootin.” This trio gave the band time to play with the melodies and jam on some of the finer, softer moments. These calm songs offered a wonderful window to peek at this band’s great depths.

The encore was loose and wild as MMJ rocked “Wordless Chorus,” which took James’s beatific voice to a whole new level. “Highly Suspicious” was an excuse to dance as James donned his black cap and channeled his inner Phantom of the Opera. James gave quite a show as he did a bevy of his best famous rockers imitations while heaving himself back and forth across the stage. The finale was the oh-so-fitting “One Big Holiday.” Its swelling build and remarkable release left the entire venue in a state of exhilaration as they staggered toward the exits.

My Morning Jacket will play each of their records straight through over five nights in October. I’d say those five nights in New York City are going to be one tough ticket to come by but so worth doing everything in your power to acquire.

Setlist
Rollin Back (intro), The Way That He Sings, Gideon, Anytime, Mahgeetah, Golden, Circuital (NEW), It Beats 4 U, Honest Man, I’m Amazed, Easy Morning Rebel, Tonite I Want to Celebrate With You, Steam Engine, Smokin From Shootin, (end of) Run Thru, Touch Me I’m Going To Scream Pt.2, (end of) Lay Low
E: Wordless Chorus, Touch Me I’m Going To Scream Pt.1, Highly Suspicious, Off The Record, One Big Holiday

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The Roots Picnic | 06.05 | Philadelphia

Words & Images by: Jake Krolick

3rd Annual Roots Picnic :: 06.05.10 :: Penn’s Landing :: Philadelphia,
PA

‘Tis the season in the 215, that time of year to clean your hi-tops with that old
toothbrush and hang out in a parking lot all day in 90-degree weather. Sound like
torture, maybe, but to those who have braved the heat for the last two Roots
Picnics
know how amazing these events can be. Too bad this year’s gathering was
nowhere near the throw down that the last two were, but there was still fun to be found if
you knew where to listen. Plus, Philly was ripe for a party, high on a Stanley Cup play-
off and ready for the best event to bridge the culture, race and music gap the city had
ever seen.

The day’s highlights came from several sources, but let’s start with the two bands from
Africa. Bajah and the Dry Eye Crew opened by saying how we were all going to
Africa with them before they put on a warm-up set filled with bass heavy rhythms and an
exhibition in how to dance in the heat of the midday. The other African connection, The Very Best,
shattered my expectations and made the crowd move like there was no tomorrow. Their set
was filled with their songs, “Julia”, “Warm Heart of Africa” and “Mulomo,” which features
the music from Yeasayer‘s “Ambling Alp” all wrapped up in a yummy dose of afro-
electropop. Jay
Electronica
‘s set was thoughtful and featured some well delivered songs about the
hurricane debacle in New Orleans and a great rap about living on Cecil B. Moore in North
Philly.

The Roots
were a bit of a disappointment, not musically, more in that they barely played as The
Roots. In previous years we got spoiled with two to three full Roots sets throughout the
day. The highlight of their brief jaunt came in guest spots by Philly’s Dice Raw
and ex-bassist Leonard Hubbard. To make up for the lack of solo Roots, they served
us a generous helping of The Roots playing back-up band to John Legend and
The Roots with the Wu-
Tang
Clan
‘s Method
Man
, Ghostface
Killah
and Raekwon.

The John Legend set was expectedly soulful and featured a funky rendition of Bill
Withers’ “I Can’t Write Left-Handed” and a cover of Eugene McDaniels’ “Compared To What.”
The Wu set featured a fair amount of smack talk about the Philly sports teams, but the
performance made up for the babble as the rowdy grouping heaved us a classic “C.R.E.A.M.”
from their album 36 Chambers.

Much of the crowd ran for the gate before Vampire Weekend
dropped a short set of songs that really would have been better suited in an afternoon
time slot than at the end of a long day. Regardless Vampire Weekend closed out the
festivities with true-to-the-album versions of “Oxford Comma” and “A-Punk.” Frontman
Ezra Koenig said that The Roots were the first band that he ever paid money to see
before closing it all down with “Walcott.”

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Surfer Blood/Titus Andronicus | 05.17 | NL

Words & Images by: Jake Krolick

Surfer Blood and Titus Andronicus :: 05.17.10 :: Bitterzoet :: Amsterdam, NL

Titus Andronicus :: 05.17 :: Amsterdam

“This is our first time playing Amsterdam” said Surfer Blood‘s cherub faced leader JP Pitts. The locals looked a tad weary when Surfer Blood grabbed the stage following New Jersey’s boisterous Titus Andronicus, who showered the crowd with punk rock marches for over an hour. The Dutch lapped up Titus Andronicus’s brooding frontman Patrick Stickles, who worked everyone into a bouncing, dripping froth, all hopped up on feel good distorted guitar riffs and several well placed fist pumping ditties. Stickles was so fired up he leapt out into the crowd to slam around the floor with the rowdies. So yes, JP Pitts and his Surfer Blood bandmates had their work cut out for them.

Amsterdam’s Bitterzoet is a relatively new venue in the city, owned and operated by the famed Paradiso. The venue has a classic club style layout with great sightlines from every angle and a sound and light system worth hiking across the city to experience. Nestled in the middle of the Dam district between the Resin and Take it Easy Coffee Shops, the venue was deceptively polished on the outside. Inside, the city’s graffiti had crept off the street and adorned the walls. A bar wrapped half the floor and slung ice cold Heinekens at a breakneck pace. Upstairs the balcony led into a smoking lounge overlooking the back of the stage, which had clever square windows that offered unique views and allowed the music to spill into the hazy back room. The Dutch are drinkers and a social, blond-headed group to boot. There was rarely jockeying for position or a struggle to get to a drink as the populous just flowed around the venue in a scene that felt more festival-like than packed rock club.

Surfer Blood :: 05.17 :: Amsterdam

Surfer Blood had a promising start with a three-song launch – “Fast Jabroni,” “Take It Easy” and “Floating Vibes” – that was wildly successful. Pitts’ exceptionally clear and piercing voice had similarities to Weezer’s Rivers Cuomo and The Walkmen’s Hamilton Leithauser. Pitts’ only issue was his stage presence, or lack there of. In fact, he appeared confused and forlorn at points, even when the music said otherwise. The audience was so primed after the opening performance that they were looking for the kind of energy that Surfer Blood’s own Sideshow Bob-like keyboard player Marcos Marchesani demonstrated throughout the set.

“Harmonix” was the highlight of the set as Pitts and bassist Brian Black called for more smoke and the special blue green lights to bring the mood into a mellower plane. They jammed out the instrumental track off Astro Coast in fine style, letting their notes blur into distorted fuzz.

Unfortunately, the show went limp from there and no Red Light District madame could help as the band misplaced several slower songs into the set, killing the crowd’s energy. When the band left the stage it took a flicker of the lights and a fast encore just to hold the attention of people moving for the door. Despite the rough ending, Surfer Blood has heaps of promise. This tour of Europe should be a great education for Surfer Blood as they discover how to hold a crowd not only musically but as performers.

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Fruit Bats/Blue Giant | 3.21 | Philadelphia

Words & Images by: Jake Krolick

Fruit Bats & Blue Giant :: 03.21.10 :: Johnny Brenda’s :: Philadelphia, PA

Fruit Bats :: 03.21 :: Philadelphia, PA

Folk is enjoying its climb back into the mainstream music saddle, but just because it’s cool to grow your beard, strum out melodies and sing harmonies doesn’t mean you shouldn’t take notice of this new wave of folk music. By now some of you are saying, “Hey what-the-fuck, we’ve been into this since discovering our parents’ vinyl copies of The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan.” As bands like Fleet Foxes and Bon Iver have caught the ears of many, helping reinvigorate the genre, other outfits such as Fruit Bats have snuck in the backdoor creating equally pleasing folk pop contributions. These Illinois to Oregon transplants slid under the radar and played a weekend eve in Philly to a small crowd, where they reminded us it’s high time to catch up on some of the other artists rewriting the folk genre.

The opening band, Oregon’s Blue Giant, is somewhat of a Portland folk super-group. They had recorded with Corin Tucker of Sleater-Kinney and their ex-pedal steel wiz was Chris Funk of a little band called The Decemberists. Today, Blue Giant is a mix of musicians from the original lineup including Kevin and Anita Robinson from Viva Voce, drummer Evan Railton of Swords, and a few others.

Sunday found Blue Giant in a playful mood as they jammed on a jovial mix of country rock, the kind you’d expect to find along Route 70 at some dive in America’s heartland. The Robinsons were as fun to watch as they were to listen to. During “Target Heart,” the title track off their 2009 EP, Anita dug into her electric guitar and fearlessly played edgy swirls of notes while husband Kevin smoothed the song over by thrusting his acoustic guitar upward and accentuating his powerful vocals. With Anita’s heavy handed strum and Kevin’s direct approach, the pair sounded a lot like Mark and David Knopfler playing a country version of “Money for Nothing.” Kevin remarked that we were perhaps the most civilized crowd they’d seen and gave an extra special thank you to the Romanesque balcony mob for not stoning Blue Giant to death. They finished by playing a few interesting covers including The Kinks’ “Johnny Thunder” and an amazing version of The Byrds’ “Wasn’t Born to Follow.”

Johnny Brenda’s has a way of eating up any genre it holds under its massive spinning disco ball. The lights reflected out in a slow dance of twirling circles that combined with a breezy version of the Fruit Bats’ “Primitive Man” and lulled the crowd into a wide eyed gaze. We were completely surrounded by spinning illumination and melodies that danced together as partners. Their coexistence created an eerie effect on the spectators and the ornate wooden decor. I discovered Fruit Bats’ latest album, The Ruminant Band, last year during a stretch of Indian summer. For several weeks I found myself stretched out in the backyard listening to guitarist, pianist and singer Eric Johnson and his Fruit Bats. It was nearly impossible to turn an ear away from their cheery melodies, lyrics and interesting instrumental arrangements. As their music fused with my routine of spending the last warm evenings outside, I realized that I was completely consumed with the nostalgic feelings brought on by this new age of folk music.


Fruit Bats :: 03.21 :: Philadelphia, PA

This show was an extension of those September backyard sessions. As Johnson played the piano and sang, he brought back the same recognizable feelings, a rush of images, each faded like a photograph of moments past, a soundtrack to the setting sun, one that fits best with crimsons, oranges and yellows as they burn away with the last bits of daylight. It was a few moments before I realized that I’d been lost in my own traveling thoughts as the lyrics of “Tegucigalpa” washed over me in a rush of sunset folk.

“My family moved us ever northward up to the terra borealis/ Along the crooked pikes of the ruminants and voyageurs/ But my heart belongs to the smoke of Hamilton and Monongahela/ And all the dirty cities along the way”

One of the greatest reasons to love this band is an implausible ease inside their dusty melodies and strangely familiar lyrics. Sunday evening the Fruit Bats filled our anxious minds with soothing pastoral melodies.

Fruit Bats aren’t new. They formed in 1999 as a side project for Johnson, but they soon became his heart and soul after the release of the band’s debut, Echolocation. A few follow-up records, Mouthfuls and Spelled in Bone, added to the Fruit Bats’ accomplishments. After seeing them play live it was clear that both Johnson’s time away from Fruit Bats with The Shins and his band’s time off the road were well spent. Highlights of the set, which was pretty wonderful in its entirety, included outstanding versions of “Feather Bed” and “Ruminant Band.” Each song glowed with a vintage rock feel that pulsed just below the surface directed by guitarist and Tim Bluhm look-a-like Sam Wagster‘s gravelly electric work and drummer Graeme Gibson‘s nonchalant thumping.

Before the evening let us back into her arms Johnson showed just how captivating a man and a guitar could be as he performed a solo version of “Beautiful Morning Light.” His voice was as strong as ever and it quivered with hope and energy. It’s that hope that has others and myself taking notice and looking for more of these moments to latch onto.

Fruit Bats are currently on a westward tour until June; dates below.

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Telluride Bluegrass Festival: Single Day Schedule

Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros
By Jake Krolick

The 37th Telluride Bluegrass Festival has announced the single-day lineups for this year’s festivities.

Thursday, June 17, 2010
Tim O’Brien Band | Alison Krauss & Union Station featuring Jerry Douglas | Del McCoury Band | Josh Ritter & The Royal City Band | Punch Brothers featuring Chris Thile | Keller & the Keels | Sarah Jarosz

Friday, June 18, 2010
Leftover Salmon | Lyle Lovett | Court Yard Hounds | Hot Rize | Peter Rowan | Cadillac Sky | John Cowan Band | Ben Sollee

Saturday, June 19, 2010
Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros | Sam Bush Band | Bela Fleck, Zakir Hussain & Edgar Meyer | Telluride Troubadour | Yonder Mountain String Band | Imelda May | Jerry Douglas, Omar Hakim & Viktor Krauss | The Hillbenders

Sunday, June 20, 2010
Telluride House Band featuring Sam, Bela, Jerry, Edgar, Bryan & Stuart | Dave Rawlings Machine | Mumford & Sons | Brandi Carlile | Carolina Chocolate Drops | Väsen | The Drepung Monks

Four-day passes, single-day tickets, and camping are available now at shop.bluegrass.com
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Low Anthem/Lissie | 03.12 | Philadelphia

Words & Images by: Jake Krolick

The Low Anthem/Lissie :: 03.12.10 :: First Unitarian :: Philadelphia, PA

Lissie :: 03.12 :: Philadelphia, PA

At first, sitting on a pew in a church waiting for a rock show whilst drinking PBR seemed vaguely sacrilegious, but when the music began, surrounded by a few hundred others quietly enjoying a slice of Americana music, the performance didn’t seem that far from any other traditional worship service. The First Unitarian Church of Philadelphia is no stranger to music. The old wooden pews have felt the weight of several lifetimes of prayer. This evening’s prayer just happened to come in the form of music.

The first of a trio of bands, Beantown pluckers Annie and the Beekeepers began the evening on a delightful note as they filled the sanctuary with a charming homespun selection of old-time bluegrass tunes that crept along on pace with the heavy handed upright bass, banjo and guitar. They pulled tones straight out of another era as the two female leads, Annie Lynch and Alexandra Spalding, sang “Always in Love.” The song’s soaring melodies and distinctive plucked chords moved us to tap our feet and nod our heads in appreciation. Ken Woodward and a friend of theirs from college on loan from Memphis filled in the gaps with lap steel guitar and bass.

Next, Lissie Maurus came on like a warm California breeze, all laid back and shoeless. This Illinois native ran to California five years ago and sure hasn’t hurt the growing country/folk scene settling in Los Angeles. Her debut EP, Why You Runnin’, has been making music lovers and critics take notice. Local radio station WXPN has not let a day go by in over a month without playing her songs. Lissie makes music that is hard to shy away from. Her throwback approach to ’70s folk rock contains just enough psychedelic spike and indie grit to really get the blood pumping.

Lissie :: 03.12 :: Philadelphia

Underneath the loud guitars and striking songs is Maurus herself. She’s an instantly likeable performer whose comfort level onstage places a calm over the crowd. All you can see is her scraggly blond hair and huge glasses poking from behind the mic stand. She sang smoky circles that were punctuated with powerful cries and low, drawn out bits of uplifting tonal perfection. Her songs created a broad warm atmosphere that echoed around the beams and vaulted ceilings. The distance between the pews and the stage melted as we leaned in closer to be nearer to this unique performer. Maurus was soon surrounded by several hundred attentive, glowing admirers, her natural draw generated not only by who she is now but perhaps more for what she will inevitably become. By her side were Lewis Keller, her bass playing kick drum and hi-hat drummer, and dread-locked lead guitarist Eric Sullivan. Other than Sullivan’s solos, her bandmates best added to the performance by harmonizing with Lissie vocally.

The opening cover of Hank William‘ “Wedding Bells” was an apropos choice to set the mood. They ran circles around the venue with their three-part harmonies on “Here Before,” another track off her breakthrough EP. Lissie kicked her leg as she worked her electric guitar, strumming the low-slung instrument with a gutsy hand and rhythmic confidence. She reminded me of Heartless Bastards‘ Erika Wennerstrom with a whiskey smooth stir of Susan Tedeschi and a haunting, female yang to Bon Iver‘s male yin.

The first real rock moment of the evening came at the end of “In Sleep,” Maurus’ tale of lost luggage on a flight across the pond from England to Philly. If she had a full drum set on this tune our numbers would have lost it and started dancing with the Holy Spirit in the aisles. “In Sleep” is an addictive piece of pop folk psychedelia that has the potential to reach the masses. The song flowed with a heavy drip of bass and hi-hat that tangled with bright, grain soaked vocals, which built in waves and pulled you into a wonderful rock & roll trance. Lissie never missed a note, spilling out warm, vintage tones as she held the refrain for a few measures on the chorus: “In sleep is the only place I get to see him/ I get to love him/ I love him/ I love him/ I love him.”

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Lissie’s set ended with a stellar rendition of “Little Lovin’.” This version took the remarkable studio version and added a clapping jam involving the audience, and if you only caught that portion of the evening you would have sworn it was a spirited church service.

It’s not an easy task following two immensely talented bands with distinct voices, unless you’re the Providence-based roots band The Low Anthem that is. They did what they do best and produced dreamlike music that crept into our heads like a slow, delicate fog rising from melting evening snow. The stage swelled with musical instruments. A list on the band’s MySpace page boasts a slew of instruments on tour with them, including a WWI portable pump organ, a harmonium, a rusty saw, and a particularly sizzling set of crotales amongst other items you may or may not recognize.

Founding member Ben Knox Miller began with a haunting lo-fi story of the “Ticket Taker” sung with his soft, welcoming voice. The aloof qualities of Jocie Adams‘ clarinet blended with the quirky side of Mat Davidson‘s saw and placed our mouths agape. The Low Anthem had us captivated with silence. Instead of building on Lissie’s energy, they experimented with the limits of the sanctuary, making its acoustics bend in their favor as they performed a lullaby that paid homage to Leonard Cohen.

The Low Anthem shares a sensibility and similarity to Andrew Bird, but they play with the music like the Jacob Fred Jazz Odyssey or Marco Benevento Trio. The Low Anthem acknowledged a deep respect for old music and maybe more so for classic instruments. Their own music is filled with spirits of Americana, and you can hear echoes of Chris Hillman and Woody Guthrie. They moved easily from Jack Kerouac to Tom Waits and showed signs of fire during “Horizon Is a Beltway,” another track off of their acclaimed 2009 acclaimed release Oh My God, Charlie Darwin.

Onstage the four band members were everywhere, and they constantly switched instruments. Adams handed over the drums to bassist Jeff Prystowsky on “Sally, Where’d You Get Your Liquor From?” as we stomped to the simple, powerful beat pouring from the stacks on either side of the stage. Adams eventually played us back to silence with long-drawn bow strokes on the crotales. Her touch produced a resonance that echoed throughout the church as she made the crotales cry spectral tones skyward.

It was Prystowsky’s wildly concocted upright bass solo and Miller’s drumming that brought us back to reality as Davidson’s piano work carried us passionately forward. Before they concluded with “To Ohio,” The Low Anthem produced one of the most intriguing musical experiments many of us had ever witnessed. Miller said that “To the Ghosts Who Write History Books” would start as a sing-along and would change into something beautiful and different by the last verses. He noted that if we came with someone else that we should call each other and place the phones on speakerphone next to one another. Not wanting to taint the beautiful performance with a harsh cell phone noise, this sent hushed mumbles through the crowd. We doubted at first, but as we each started to hear the result we all followed along. As the song grew to a finale, the sonic reverberance of two cell phones speaking to each other grew and the sanctuary echoed with a most amazing, hollow tone of sonic bliss. We giggled at the resulting noises as a new being took shape, one that we all created and left there in the hiss and buzz of our own portable talking devices.

All three bands are on tour from the East Coast to SXSW, where they will each play several showcases. Judging from the performances in Philadelphia, you’ll be hearing a lot more about these bands soon if you don’t already adore them now.

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Alberta Cross/Hacienda | 02.08 | PA

Words & Images by: Jake Krolick

Alberta Cross/Hacienda :: 02.08.10 :: Kyber Pass :: Philadelphia, PA

Alberta Cross :: 02.08 :: Philly

Sneaking into Philadelphia between two massive snowstorms was no easy task. Yet, San Antonio rockers Hacienda and Brooklyn-based rising stars Alberta Cross pulled it off without as much as a hitch. Alberta Cross was the driving force that packed the Kyber Pass to the gills with a well bundled posse of onlookers and fans on a snowy Monday night. This Philly show was the tour closer before Alberta Cross packed their bags for Europe, and it was clear from the start how much practice and heavy touring have paid off.

Opening many of the shows on this tour was aforementioned Hacienda. No slouches themselves, these guys were plucked by The Black Keys‘ blues rock virtuoso Dan Auerbach. He produced the band’s debut album, Loud Is the Night, and recruited them to play as the backing band on his solo effort, Keep it Hid. Playing with Auerbach has definitely impacted the sound of Hacienda. Their set came out of left field as a lively, throwback garage rock romp that complimented Alberta Cross’ psychedelic blues beautifully. Hacienda was powered by a trio of brothers – Abraham (keys), Jamie (drums) and Rene Villanueva (bass) – all originally from way up in the Pacific Northwest now transplanted to San Antonio.

These fiery Texans offered more pizzazz and gusto on a Monday night than most bands can muster on a Saturday. The spunk exhibited and dynamics between guitarist Dante Schwebel and the Villanueva brothers accentuated all the various things that live music dreams are made of. These guys had a strut to their playing and they showed it from the opening tune, a smoldering, bass-driven builder that bounced with Rene’s bass whacks and dirty echoing strums from Schwebel. Their raw riffs brawled with sleek ’60s harmonies that flowered from Abraham’s electric organ. The band rattled off three homespun songs that recalled the likes of The Beach Boys and Dr. Dog before raging on a cover of “Louie Louie.” Abraham was right on when he said that this cover was a version all their own. It was a rowdy reading smothered in red sauce and Tex-Mex styling that would have made Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs proud. “Hear Me Crying” showcased one of Hacienda’s melodic, heartfelt rockers, offering an even greater depth to their danceable rock sounds. They finished the set with “Mama’s Cookin” dedicated to their friends Dr. Dog. This tune sounded as if it could have been a Dr. Dog song as Schwebel and Rene drenched the rock ‘n roll standard in a passion that made our pulses rise as they plowed through the raw metaphor for gettin’ it on.

Hacienda :: 02.08 :: Philly

With a few feet of snow blanketing the streets outside, the bar quickly became a sardine tin. The crowd was anxious for Alberta Cross, a band that seemingly sprung up from nowhere. I had caught one of their first large gigs at the Camden Download Festival in 2008 with few in attendance. Their latest tour has been a whirlwind as they traveled North America in support of their debut album, Broken Side of Time. In Santa Barbara the venue was so packed that they played two separate sets for two different crowds. They sold out L.A.’s Troubadour, Schubas in Chicago and The Basement in Columbus. DC, NYC, VT – almost every show on this tour was packed or sold out. As we listened to them work a very traditional blues rock sound it was easy to see why the crowds love them.

Onstage, Alberta Cross lives up to everything you hear on their albums and then some. Petter Ericson Stakee, their ex-Swede frontman, sung with one of the clearest and most listenable crowd friendly tones since Kings of Leon and Jim James (My Morning Jacket). His prevailing approach lacked grit or throatiness as his voice poured out pure, clear excitement. Stakee’s performance showed that he’s an accessible frontman whose range is a star-crossed version of a slew of artists past but still tells his own story. He can hit the high notes without trouble plus he has that cadenced knack that makes a singer great.

Alberta Cross :: 02.08 :: Philly

Just like their leader, the band produced a most comfortably familiar sound that hearkened back to many different decades. Listening to the cool ’70s folk rock fused with guitar blues of “Lucy Rider” was like settling into your favorite pair of sweatpants. Even the people not there for the show took notice and left their spots at the bar to see what was going down. Apparently, Alberta Cross had played a gig at the Kyber Pass before and when Stakee inquired who was here years ago, to his delight several people applauded before he wound us through another pleasing passageway filled with bent guitar riffs and even more evocative singing. The intense guitar solos on “ATX” and the grimy, ringing sound of “The Thief and the Heartbreaker” surely melted snow on all sides of the venue. These were clearly the crowd favorites that silenced the repeated shouts from spectators not satisfied with the setlist until they had a chance to sing-along.

There were tender sides of Alberta Cross during “Low Man” and raging moments during “Broken Side of Time.” Both were fun and satisfying, but it was “Rise from the Shadows,” described as a gospel tune by Stakee, that truly stirred the blood and separated the men from the boys. He stoked the front row as he leaned over his mic stand and dipped his torso into the crowd. Stakee, silhouetted by a lone orange light that played tricks with the brim of his Stetson hat, banged on a tambourine and kept the tempo at a slow stroll while Alec Higgins sashayed along on the keys during an extended intro. Then, building like a rogue wave in the ocean, Terry Wolfers trudged in with some ridiculously hard thudding bass, producing blasts from the stacks that made us actually feel the music. The twisted gospel song caught us by surprise and a cheer erupted as they woke up the sleeping rock & roll giant and paraded it around the cramped venue. It was a perfect shift in styles, moving the music from a lulling gospel number to a head shaking, thrust inducing screamer of a rock song. Stakee lurched back towards drummer Austin Beede and then over to lock horns with Sam Kearney‘s guitar. This lively exchange grew and grew, making the seven-minute album version fade into oblivion as they rocked us for over fourteen minutes.

The guy next to me kept muttering how this band has teeth, and he was right. Alberta Cross was able to connect with the audience and perform better than we could have hoped. Before calling it a night, Stakee and company jumped back onstage to leave the rest of their energy in a two-song encore. After laying down a wonderful tour closer in Philly, they played a surprise set a few nights latter at the former CBGB’s with Guns N’ Roses (details here). Their next visit to Philadelphia is in April at the TLA, so those who saw Alberta Cross in February should feel lucky because I’m guessing that this was one of the last times they will play a stage that small.

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Gene Ween | 01.16.10 | Philadelphia

Words & Images by: Jake Krolick

Gene Ween :: 01.16.09 :: World Cafe Live :: Philadelphia, PA

Gene Ween :: 01.16 :: Philadelphia

If you’re a Ween fan, then the Gene Ween show at the World Cafe Live would have been your fantasy. Call it what you want, but a slightly grayer haired Aaron “Gene Ween” Freeman smiling in his tube socks, playing an acoustic guitar alone onstage was a night of excitement any way you cut it.

Gene’s stripped down takes on some classic Ween fare were just what the good doctor Daniels prescribed. It took a setting like this to help show just why Gene Ween is one of the top songwriters of our time, able to piece together tidbits of odd, funny lyrics into songs that can actually be thoughtful. Plus, kudos to the World Cafe Live for hosting a two-hour pre-show mixer that included an all-you-could-drink selection of 20 micro-brews and Belgian beers, all for a crisp Andrew Jackson ($20). After last year’s Gene Ween Band show (review here), I’m sure I wasn’t the only one who wondered how Gene was doing these days. My questions were answered before the first song was over – he’s looking and sounding better than ever! Sure, he was sporting a rooster’s plume of gray on his head, but his smile was immeasurable as he dusted off almost 20 songs near and dear to the Pennsylvania faithful.

If you didn’t love Gene Ween before you entered the World Cafe, well, you probably didn’t go. However, by the show’s close those that did attend loved him even more. His deconstruction and reworking of Ween standards showed a beautiful, yet still deeply eccentric side to the brown sound storyteller. As he wrapped his lips around “The Chancy Boys,” an oddly tender side of Gene Ween emerged. During a particularly strong cover of Neil Young‘s “I Am A Child” he pulled a clever switch on the lyrics and made Young’s line, “What is the color when black is brown?” This was Gene Ween the folk singer, just your friendly twisted version of Burl Ives and Shel Silverstein.

Gene Ween :: 01.16 :: Philadelphia

He was wonderfully vivid and brought to life Quebec‘s “Chocolate Town” and the younger Ween offering “Spiritwalker” off La Cucaracha. He started some of the songs by explaining their inspiration. He said, “This is a song I wrote at the beach,” before playing “Kite Flying Man.” He paused during the encore, “Buenos Tardes Amigos,” to tell us that the Spanish flavored oddity was created while watching Sesame Street. It was easy to see his role as a father has suited him well and I can’t begin to imagine the wonderful tales and songs he has sung to his children over the past years. The fact that we got a peek at a softer Gene Ween was a real treat.

With Gene’s family watching off on the side of the stage, he played his version of “Don’t Get to Close (To My Fantasy).” This was the turning point of the show as he contorted his face with as much ease as Bruce Bickford molded clay for Frank Zappa. He dug deep as he sang, “Don’t be afraid to clutch the hand of your creator/ Stare into the lion’s eyes/ and if you taste the candy you’ll get to the surprise!” The crowd was entirely with him and sung along as he retooled the track to include some humorous do-do-do’s instead of the whistled breakdown and they were right there helping him scream the end.

Our fascination with the aging troubadour bubbled up all evening in such little exchanges. Between cries of, “I love you, Gener,” the audience questioned his choice of footwear – white tube socks sans shoes? He tossed back, “My mom got these for me,” and “I only sing slow songs in my socks.” At some point after a darling version of “So Long Jerry,” his ode to Jerry Garcia, he misplaced his guitar capo under the music on his stand and the crowd shouted, “Maybe it’s in your socks!” His retort was a beautiful and very Beatles-eque version of The Pod‘s “Oh My Dear (Falling In Love).” Live, he accentuated one of the album’s lo-fi masterpieces in a way no recording can match.

Gene Ween :: 01.16 :: Philadelphia

The evening’s strongest point came during a back to back romp through “The Mollusk” and “Stallion Pt. 3.” Each was superb and made the night for most fans in the house. Gene Ween again deconstructed each song down to its bare bones form. During “The Mollusk,” he let the audience fill in the psychedelic keyboard sounds and electronic horns with their own vocal stylings as he strummed the refrain. He dug into “The Mollusk’s” crafty lyrics by lowering his voice a few octaves and furrowing his brow to sing the chorus before having some fun really dragging out the “Yes/ No” and story portions of the song. This was Gene Ween unbridled; the jester commanding his court with a wild tale of a sea creature stirred from the land. As if this wasn’t enough Boognish bliss he danced through “Stallion Pt. 3,” drawing more audience delight and participation on the “Hey, dude, he’s the stallion/ Yo, dude, he’s the stallion/ Dude, he’s the stallion” portion, where he uncorked his lowest vocal tones of the night.

After a short leave, he stepped back onstage for a one song encore, the aforementioned “Buenos Tardes Amigos,” which culminated in a barrage of socks tossed onto the stage by the crowd to close the show. Gene Ween, the fun-loving showman he is, retaliated by pulling off his own sweaty socks and tossing them into the audience.

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Drug Bunny Holiday Party | 12.16 | Philly

Words & Images by: Jake Krolick

The Drug Bunny Holiday Party
Featuring: G. Calvin Weston, Billy Martin, Jamaaladeen Tacuma, Jeff Lee Johnson
12.16.09 :: The Trocadero :: Philadelphia, PA

Johnson & Martin :: 12.16 :: Philly

Hidden away on a cold December night sat a small room in the back of the second floor of Philadelphia’s Trocadero. This cozy, dilapidated nook was the perfect place for local promoter The Drug Bunny to throw down some dirty funk at their annual holiday party. The jazzy soiree was wrapped up with tinsel and bass and an all star one-night-only band whose sole purpose was ruling one’s face. All the heavy cats were out to play, including four of the slyest jazz funk pioneers alive today. Billy Martin was there and so were G. Calvin Weston, Jamaaladeen Tacuma and Jeff Lee Johnson. As the children lay tucked in bed dreaming of St. Nick, the tapers, dancers, prancers and vixens all jumped down the rabbit hole in search of funky musical fixings.

A neighborly, cross-cultural vibe grew as onlookers sat on any surface they could find. The floor was transformed into a haphazard living room, with puffy winter coats becoming makeshift cushions. Various elixirs from the bar and some tempting aromas lulled us into a state of relaxed euphoria as several warm-up acts tossed us treats, including an early searing cover of Parliament Funkadelic‘s “Maggot Brain.” NYC’s Whatever exemplified a Miles Davis state of mind as M.J., their expressive guitarist, played back and forth across the stage in a chicken walk and knee-bending display of funky melodious communication.

There was more than just an electrical buzz and hum to the air as the headliners plugged in and loosened up. Host Jay Michael Harrison, of WRTI fame, introduced the main act as if he was welcoming James Brown to the stage for a final performance. I lost track of how many times he made the crowd applaud for each artist. They each deserved the accolades and perhaps more as their collective resumes would be as long and impressive as Santa’s List. These were gods among men who pushed us directly into the deep end, offering no sympathy for those who could not tread their heavy waters. Unlike other combinations of jazz and funk, this session was delightfully easy to ingest. It was a testament to each of their individual talents. No matter where their free form jams went there was always a danceable groove waiting around the next turn. Fans of all degrees were lit up like proverbial kids on Christmas morning. The gifts were hidden within the intricately built music that spanned the globe of funk and jazz.

Johnson, Weston & Tacoma :: 12.16 :: Philly

It’s no secret that G. Calvin Weston is a legend in Philadelphia. His list of friends is almost as long as his list of achievements. So, when Weston and Martin teamed up for this holiday spectacular folks should have taken notice. But when The Drug Bunny tossed in all stars Tacuma and Johnson, one’s blood should have boiled and nothing should have stopped them from seeing this quadruple threat. Tacuma and Johnson, the two elder statesmen from the jazz-funk scene, were so hip and dangerous with their instruments that an air of respect and jaw dropping adoration was required in their presence. They eased in with a funky three-part number that began with a light but engaging sprinkle of notes. Each was gaining a feel for the other men onstage. Quickly, Tacoma and Johnson hooked up as they transitioned the simple jam into a battle of bass and shredding guitar. It was as if they had been sizing each other up for years and this was the schoolyard fight that would settle it all. Tacoma attacked as his eight-chord progression increased in speed and depth as he worked notes deeper into the pocket. Johnson retaliated with high-pitched whines and cries brought on with a heavy dose of whammy bar. In the rear of the ornate stage, Martin and Weston sat content as they laid down a steady drizzle of flourishes and beats. Their splendid backdrop of rhythm allowed for an exploratory depth seldom achieved with such listener appeal. Our numbers shouted out appreciation to the radically diverse acrobatic twists and turns that Johnson was playing.

It’s no wonder Martin and Weston complemented each other so well; they had sparked their brotherly bond over two decades ago in John Lurie’s Lounge Lizards. The two have created magic together since as the duel percussionists and drummers on a handful of albums including Live at Houston Hall and For No One In Particular with DJ Logic. But, it wasn’t their recorded work that had us excited as they filled the air with different beats that miraculously fit together in a complex jigsaw puzzle of synchronicity between four sticks and four feet. The pair explored ethnic percussion and free jazz, with Weston adding poignancy as he employed a trumpet several times throughout the performance. In our tight quarters their explosive twin bass drums maintained a pulsing beacon from which Tacoma and Johnson could easily steer the complex jams back as they packed each moment with funky thoughts and searing expressions.

Billy Martin :: 12.16 :: Philly

Chances are you’ve never seen guitarist Jeff Lee Johnson or bass player Jamaaladeen Tacoma, but I’d bet you’ve heard some of their playing. Johnson is well known as a session musician, playing with everyone from pop stars like Aretha Franklin and Billy Joel to Paul Shaffer‘s house band for David Letterman. His guitar work is something you don’t normally get treated to because he rarely plays away from the studio. His plaid pants and green axe were alive with motion, and his constant key changes were like watching an experiment in sound that recalled everyone from Vernon Reid to Sonny Sharrock. During certain sections he would roam deeply into the jam and just when you thought he would be lost forever in a sea of his own notes, he would pull the reins by holding one hand on the neck of his guitar as his fingers subtly tapped out the rhythm of the song and pulled him back in line with the groove being laid down by the others. The night’s music was so hot that he had to take a seat just to finish the last few songs.

Tacoma was all business as his bolo hat bounced in time to his menacing thumps. His connection to Weston is from three decades ago during the Ornette Coleman days of Prime Time. Each time I see him he has seemingly gotten more vibrant and more vicious in the pocket. He whipped his bass around as he wrapped up each jam with a funky bow. Tacoma’s slogging marches turned to solos as he demonstrated his diverse repertoire by adding in classical sounding, finger plucked runs that could have been danced to by sugar plum fairies one moment and screwed to by an aging porn queen the next. Unlike Johnson, as the show wore down Tacoma only gained steam as he bounced along with a little extra holiday cheer in his dance.

The hour and a half romp finished with a massive flowing jam that brought the house down as Weston’s classic screams of delight bubbled over because of the spirited interplay. The Drug Bunny had cometh and it brought together the legends of jazz and funk past and present. G. Calvin Weston, Billy Martin, Jamaaladeen Tacoma and Jeff Lee Johnson. Remember those names, because they are both naughty and nice. And to all you freaky people, a funky good night.

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Gov’t Mule | 10.31 | Philadelphia

Words by: Jake Krolick | Images by: Jake Krolick & Allison Murphy

Gov’t Mule :: 10.31.09 :: Tower Theater :: Philadelphia, PA

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Chaos from the previous evening had yet to be stuffed back into the hole that it crawled out from. You could gauge the craziness of this year’s Halloween in several ways. One way was hop into the back seat of a cab early the next morning and find it filled with the putrid stink of an evening of over-indulgence and what appeared to be the remains of some spooky rice dish regurgitated in the vilest of manners. The cabby apologized in a heavy Indian accent saying, “Crazy night in the city man.” It’s the kind of evening you would imagine Mick Jagger and Keith Richards shared more than once in their heydays. I’m sure that the band members from Gov’t Mule had also danced with that kind of devil before, but you don’t hear about Danny Louis snorting his dad’s ashes cut with a line of coke. Sure, Warren Haynes is a stud on the guitar, but the ladies aren’t exactly tossing their panties at him like they did with Jagger. However, what Gov’t Mule lacked in quintessential Rolling Stones rock star unruliness they compensated for in their musicianship. It just made sense that Gov’t Mule covered the Rolling Stones when you listen to how deeply both bands are rooted in American blues and R&B. No, it was not quite the death defying genre leap heard at previous Halloweens, but their performance was well executed and Matt Abts take on “Shattered” was more fun than a barrel of monkeys!

Greene :: 10.31 by Murphy

The setlist onstage gave away the trick before the treat. Someone had created it and then changed their minds. Instead of waiting to cover the Rolling Stones during the second set at the Tower Theater, they jumped right in and played the second set first. We were treated to 12 first time played Rolling Stones covers spanning from the classic 1971 album Sticky Fingers to 1978′s Some Girls, and all that was around and in between. Lending Gov’t Mule a hand was guitarist/vocalist Jackie Greene and saxophonist Steve Elson. The set they unveiled proved that all of the musicians onstage were capable of handling multiple duties.

Haynes and Greene tackled the intricate Keith Richards and Ronnie Wood manner of weaving rhythm and lead guitar, while both clearly expressed their own stylistic flourishes. Greene took Keith Richards’ playing style and smoothed out the edges, while Haynes’ slide work was more a cross between Brian Jones and Ronnie Wood. Mule’s frontman was no Mick Jagger, and opener “Under My Thumb” lacked the song’s classic kick as the show took flight. Boundless pompous rock attitude and stage swagger did not suddenly emerge from the relatively subdued Haynes, whose first set was strongly played but found him staying out of the limelight while he let two of his bandmates strut their stuff. The haphazard beginnings fell away by the fourth song when Danny Louis traded spots with Greene for “Can’t You Hear Me Knockin’.” Louis played a raw, gutsy guitar that was cranked full blast as he shimmied back and forth between Haynes and bassist Jorgen Carlsson. His Richards-like leg bends, power chords, and plethora of rock & roll faces were just the catalyst needed to get the Tower shaking.

Greene was good for a backing vocal on “Angie,” as Haynes wrapped his patient tones around the chorus in his unique way of singing every word like each of us were a lone audience member and he was talking directly to us. Greene earned his keep on a majestic version of “Ventilator Blues” as he traded guitar licks with Haynes before switching gears to work the harmonica. The action shifted quickly as Louis traded trumpet blows with Greene’s harp and Elson’s sax. Louis’ hands never left the keys as they did a dirty dance that really knocked our boots around. By all accounts, it’s doubtful The Rolling Stones themselves sounded this good when they played the Tower in 2002.

Abts & Greene :: 10.31 by Murphy

By the middle of the first set all bets were off as Matt Abts ran out from behind his kit to play the role of Jagger on “Shattered.” Carlsson rotated into Abts’ spot on drums while Louis slapped the bass. Abts’ imitation of Mick Jagger was so fucking awesome that if you just caught one song all evening it should have been “Shattered.” Just seeing Abts do Jagger’s chicken strut back and forth across the stage in his tight white pants and black kneepads was priceless. Sure, his singing wasn’t perfect, but when he yanked a banana out of his crotch and sang, “Look at me, I’m in tatters,” we lost our shit. It was comedic and rocking all at the same time, and it showcased some seldom seen musical abilities within Abts, Carlsson, and Louis.

Gov’t Mule had teased “Play With Fire” the night before and they set aside their reggae take to keep the set steeped in the Stones’ classic rock sound. Greene’s added harmonies and Louis’ bravado on keys matched the hard-hitting bass pokes that Carlsson was tossing out. The Carlsson-era Mule has all the crudeness and excitement of the Allen Woody days without sounding like a step in reverse. The balcony was swaying and bouncing hard as Haynes steered us into “Paint it Black.” Drinks sitting on the edge of the balcony were actually sloshing in their cups. Haynes finished The Rolling Stones anthem with a simple shout to the audience, “This is what we call Mule-o-ween.” If only Abts had stepped back out for “Bitch” then that old outspoken lady of a song would have spread her legs wide and our costumed crowd would have charged right in. No matter, the second Haynes and Louis got their hands on “Brown Sugar” all was good as they faked an ending and gave us another round of house light flashes, arm waves, and sing-a-long (“I say yeah, yeah, yeah, WOOO!) to finish the set.

The cheers started to dissipate as we wandered through a sea of red and white Phillies garb. Those who chose to put the game aside and live in the moment of the concert were the lucky ones. Gov’t Mule’s new album, By A Thread (released October 26 on Evil Teen Records), was fresh on the record shelves as Haynes and crew dug through six tracks, including an extremely inspired “Monday Mourning Meltdown.” This new bit of Gov’t Mule peculiarity featured everything from Louis’ jazzy key work to Haynes’ thickly textured, head-throbbing guitar. He extended a peaking jam in around the fifth minute of the song that made me wonder where his wild, howling Gibson guitar had been earlier in the evening. His left hand bent the strings as his right played out some acrobatic fly swats that set the jam on fire. It was the first real face-scrunch I had seen from his lion-like mug all night.

Warren Haynes :: 10.31 :: Philadelphia by Krolick

The extended intro to “Blind Man in the Dark” had a bit of a Dr. John “Walk on Guilded Splinters” echo, complete with Louis’ eerie, Thriller-like sound effects. This was the longest, most experimental jam of the evening, and even though its predecessors would be more talked about, it featured some of the best playing buried within its well-constructed walls. Abts switched the grip on his drumsticks and started a snazzy little shuffle on his cymbals as Louis and Elson worked out a stellar bit of bebop that ached to be a new fangled Peanuts theme song. The backset trio ripped the center of the song clear out and jazzed up the jam proper.

“Going Out West” could have been spotted from miles away with its familiar, flamboyant sounding low end intro. Haynes’ Peter Gunn tease was just more candy in the bag as he pummeled costumed fans with the Spy Hunter theme song. The crowd that had been perched out in the hallways watching the game now raced back in for the colossal encore as a cover of T. Rex‘s classic “Bang A Gong” launched us back into raucous Halloween fun. It wasn’t a Rolling Stones cover, but the Chuck Berry inspired ditty fit well inside that realm of inspiration that drove The Rolling Stones. The transition back into “Going Out West” rumbled as Gov’t Mule sent us out with a huge finale to another memorable Mule-o-ween filled with love and hope and sex and dreams.

Gov’t Mule :: 10.31.09 :: Tower Theater :: Philadelphia, PA

Set I: (full set with Jackie Greene) Under My Thumb*, Monkey Man*, Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo*$, Can’t You Hear Me, Knockin’*$, Angie*, Ventilator Blues*$, Shattered*$ (with Matt on lead vocal, Danny on bass & Jorgen on drums), Wild Horses, Slave*$, Gimme Shelter*$, Play With Fire, Paint It Black*, Bitch*$, Brown Sugar*$

Set II: Steppin’ Lightly, Broke Down On The Brazos, Railroad Boy > Monday Mourning Meltdown > Forevermore, Frozen Fear > Brighter Days > Blind Man In The Dark$

Encore: (Encore with Jackie Greene) Goin’ Out West$ (with Peter Gunn tease) > Bang A Gong (Get It On)$ > Goin’ Out West$

* 1st Time Played
$ with Steve Elson

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Images by: Jake Krolick

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SOJA: Born in Babylon

By: Jake Krolick

Building off of their 2006 breakthrough reggae release, Get Wiser, SOJA‘s Jacob Hemphill, Bob Jefferson, Ryan Berty, Ken Brownell and Patrick Oshea pour their lion hearts and communally conscious lyrics into a third album, Born In Babylon. Their time touring through Hawaii seemed to have a greater affect on them than just a DVD and some live shows. Their previously punchy drum and bass reggae sounds have hopped a flight to a promised land filled with purple and gold sunsets of smooth, flowing rhythms that shimmer with the effortless drip that is the essence of reggae. These songs work magic on one’s psyche by not raising the pulse as much as they expand the mind and lift the shoulders of a society that needs more positive minded storytellers that sooth with their craft instead of destroying.

SOJA had just started to scratch the surface of well-built reggae on their previous efforts, cultivating a depth that pushed them uniquely apart from the multitude of rock steady beats and so-called reggae stars around the globe. With Born In Babylon, we hear even more of that depth as each song manages to grow into something worthwhile and distinctive, while the free-flowing rhythms keep the record’s tracks anchored to one another. The songs are timely hymns focused on our modern day struggle with global issues. Each theme is dealt with in a way that lets the listener relate without alienating some group or section of the globe. There is a significant depth and poignancy throughout Born In Babylon that stands out on several of the tracks where violin, viola and cello echo the tone of Hemphill’s high-pitched voice and make up the choir to his songs. SOJA plays in a realm similar to the one Ben Harper went towards on his album Fight For Your Mind and Citizen Cope echoed on his Clarence Greenwood Recordings ballad “Sideways.”

However, SOJA does not turn a blind eye to the greats of the roots reggae world. You can clearly hear hope and love flowing through Hemphill’s voice as he sings original consciously minded reggae with the conviction of an old soul. He strikes me as a man well beyond the years he has already lived on the earth (or what he refers to as his “blue and green church” in “Waking Up”). At the record’s core are simple messages that build into complex stories. Sitting on the top of these 14 tracks is SOJA’s wildly catchy prayer for the world, encapsulated by “Waking Up” and “Here I Am,” whose finger plucked guitar style and gentle melody plays out like an homage to Bob Marley’s masterpiece, “Redemption Song.” Both tracks grab at your neck and place a bump in your step while expanding your mind with multifaceted ideas of what is right and wrong in the universe.

Don’t call me one and only/ Just call me when you get lonely / Something that gets her there/ So feel better and get well/ There is no time without this pain / There is no time without again (“Here I Am”)

Turbulent times call for uplifting music and a hopeful sprit. Born In Babylon offers a refuge from the negative vibes found throughout most people’s daily grind on the highways, interwebs, and elsewhere in this mass consumer, media driven world hell-bent on preacher convictions and reporter glory. Hemphill, Jefferson, Berty, Brownell and Oshea inject their reggae with the sort of love and hope that holds us on this spinning globe of life, while simultaneously stirring us to action and movement as they elevate this art form to new heights.

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Mr. Green All-Stars feat. DKs, Fishbone, Suicidal T members

Hardcore/Punk Rock/Reggae Super Group
Launches World Tour This Fall In California

Norwood Fischer by Jake Krolick

Are you ready for the ferocious punk/ metal lines of bass guitarist Norwood Fisher of Fishbone? For the snarling blasts of thrash metal and virtuoso guitar leads provided by Rocky George of Suicidal Tendencies? Pounding tribal drum/ metal rhythms from D.H. Peligro of the Dead Kennedys? The jaw-dropping stage performance and vocal range of Lyon Rowland of Hawaiian Lyon Human Rights? These talented musicians come together to form the super group Mr. Green All-Stars, who are launching their world tour across seven continents this October, beginning in their home state of California.

Mr. Green All-Stars describes themselves as “misfits of the world who believe in freedom of expression—no matter what the cost.” The members of this super group are known for their unique, energetic hybrid of punk rock and reggae, with lyrics that address political and human rights issues, as well as their incredibly skilled musicianship. Their high-speed music evokes the world of action sports, as well as a sense of anarchy and freedom, and their blend of shout-along melodies and driving hooks encourages crowds to join in at their performances.

The Mr. Green All-Stars announced their first album, Seeing is Believing, in 2006. H.R. of Bad Brains contributed vocals to four tracks, including the Rolling Stones’ cover “She’s A Rainbow,” and he will also lend his unique punk rock/ reggae vocal style as a guest performer on the 2009 tour. The tour’s second guest star, Jamaican engineer and dub originator The Scientist, also co-engineered the All-Stars’ album, along with Dave Aaron, engineer for Snoop Dogg and Sublime.

Mr. Green All-Stars plan to release their second album, You Can’t Put Me In a Box, in 2010. In the meantime, they’re kicking off their “Seeing is Believing” world tour with performances at Canes in San Diego and The Dub Club in Echo Park, Los Angeles in October 2009.


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.

Dusty Rhodes and the River Band from myspace.com

“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.

Dusty Rhodes and the River Band from myspace.com

“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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The Albertans/Nouvellas | 07.12 | Philly

Words & Images by: Jake Krolick

The Albertans & Nouvellas :: 07.12.09 :: Northstar Bar :: Philadelphia, PA

The Albertans :: 07.12.09 :: Philadelphia, PA

We all dig the JamBase mantra “Go See Live Music!” It’s why we keep racing back here to see which bands are touring within striking range of our abodes. I’d love to add to that mantra with a few thoughts of my own. For instance last Sunday, despite a nagging urge to just stay couch-side for the latest offering of HBO’s True Blood, I followed a friend’s advice and went to see the Brooklyn band The Albertans. This barely year-old band of five musicians from around the states and Canada had just released their first album, The Legends of Sam Marco. They were the second of three acts on a bill filled with musicians you’ve probably never heard of. Apparently only a few others in Philly were ready to leave the company of Sookie Stackhouse and her fanged lover Bill Compton, but those that did were treated to an intimate and stirring performance of music filled with almost as many thrilling peaks as the aforementioned series.

The English bloke at the back of the bar was probably right to ask for an autograph from Jaime Kozyra, one half of the vocalists for Nouvellas. Having missed their first few songs, I’d stumbled into their set of soul dipped rock unprepared for the powerful showcase that Kozyra and Leah Fishman were offering. Having ended their original soul-power trio band, The Dansettes, the two dark-haired songstresses grappled the sounds of Motown, Aretha Franklin and others who had walked a hard-hitting soul line before them. Cradling the vocals inside funk rock, the Pierce Brothers (Andy on drums and Dennis on guitar) as well as Joseph Babic (bass) managed to throw down a shack-rattling set. Together with about four other people, we met their lively, turbulent offering with looks of surprise and more than one foot tapping. Kozyra and Fishman sang in the vein of Tina Turner meets Joan Jett as Fishman belted out the higher notes while Kozyra ground the tall heel of her shiny red shoes into the rug on stage during the lower vocals.

Nouvellas :: 07.12.09 :: Philadelphia, PA

Their music rolled over us and there was no way to stop the uplifting power that their sound captured. Nouvellas build on their old soul foundation and add some crunch and boom from guitar and bass. They spit out the savage joy of “Satisfied,” a tale of gratification that dripped with spine-tingling juice while the drumbeats kicked back in the shadows, jolting our fragile Sunday ease. There were moments of doubt as the band members looked nervously out into an empty room. The North Star was dead on Sunday night, but instead of just falling by the wayside, Nouvellas stood firm. Their performance did not go unnoticed and the sparse crowd that lingered by the bar congratulated each member after the set.

Following Nouvellas, The Albertans dealt with the same empty room. Actually Nouvellas stuck around to watch so The Albertans crowd grew by five. There were now 10 of us there to watch another Ernest Jenning Records band delight our meager numbers. The Albertans’ recoiling indie-pop melodies are the worthwhile concoctions of lead singer/guitarist Joel Bravo, Vancouver born bassist Ian Everall, two female vocalists and one wildly adept drummer.

Joel bravo – The Albertans :: 07.12 :: Philadelphia, PA

Both Bravo and Everall have been at this game for several years and their original band’s MySpace page has the simple epitaph “Bravo Silva 2003-2006.” Watching them play, it’s clear that the last few years performing heavily under different monikers has paid dividends. After moving to Vancouver in 2008, they took up the name The Albertans and, along with a few new explorers, trekked back to New York to push out this fresh pop revelation.

Unlike Nouvellas who appeared uncomfortable with the lack of numbers, Bravo joked with us saying, “We should all make money – at least just enough to tour.” Goddamn, you dream about bands that have hearts filled with such simple and wonderful ideals. As much as I wanted the room full for The Albertans, I secretly loved having a performance to myself. The band played a passionate set that was decorated with the enthusiasm pouring out between Bravo and drummer Curtis Mclean. Many bands have simply punched the proverbial performance clock on nights similar to this, an evening when the bar was barely selling drinks and would have been better off closing early to save money on power. So what did The Albertans do? They played harder.

During “Money Trees,” Mclean dropped one of his drumsticks in favor of taking massive palm swats at his snare drum while the other hand, still holding a stick, tapped on the cymbals. The deeper the song crept, the more Mclean thrashed around, eventually sending his thick, black rimmed glasses crashing into his kit. Bravo pushed out the lyrics and sent the song to its crest by bending the strings of his baby blue Fender. The Milwaukee native jumped off the rug on stage and high into the air. He leapt with all the energy he had and as he jumped he kicked his brown boots up behind him, all while wailing on the guitar heavier and harder than before. The only thing that mattered to Bravo was the music as he lost track of his surroundings and just went with the emotion.

The Albertans :: 07.12.09 :: Philadelphia, PA

The Albertans’ two female vocalists added pop touches to the dynamic and the result was unlikely, raw live music that cried out with a pedigree and hunger to be heard and talked about. After the performance Bravo thanked us for being a wonderful audience of one and shared freely that the band was excited to get back into the studio to record again. He was hungry for more and we were left with a sense that he had more than one tale left to sing about. There was something wise in his eyes, and while he performed he’d stare up into the lights and let that wisdom spill out in nuanced tones over a scar on his upper lip.

The Albertans have some room to grow, but they are making songs that should delight fans with tastes that span between a simpler Arcade Fire and poppier Neutral Milk Hotel. It’s not so much that their songs captivated me, even though the versions of “Marie” and especially “High Noon” seem to have some staying power. No, what really stuck a chord was their drive and the depth that Bravo, Mclean and company managed to find in the midst of a minuscule performance. If they can build on this latest album and capture the emotional build and release that they created on a dead night in Philly, then world watch out. This is a band well on their way to selling out club shows and moving into an opening slot for much greater things.

So as JamBase says, Go see live music! And as I said earlier I’d add to that mantra by saying, “Mix it up a bit and check out what you don’t know.” There is something amazing that pops inside when you discover the unexpected and noteworthy, when live music makes your skin tingle – isn’t that what it’s all about?

The Albertans’ tour dates available here.

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