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I noticed the strange darkness as I approached Sokol Underground last night for the Bettie Serveert show. Then I saw that the lot was empty. "Power out" said the sign on the door. "Moved to O'Leaver's." I pondered this for a moment, remembering that the band drew around 150 when they came through in February, remembering that 100 is close to the limit at O'Leaver's, and decided to pass if only to preserve the comfort for those who purchased advanced tickets (two words: I care). Plus, it was already almost 11. On top of that, I totally forgot the Teenage Harlots/Bombardment Society show at The Brothers (I'm an idiot!).
Half of column 31, below, is a rehash of last Thursday's blog entry/review of the June 22 Ladyfinger show (cleaned up slightly). You can catch Ladyfinger tonight at The Olympic Lounge with Bombardment Society (these guys play a lot) and Fromanhole. Tix are $10, but pitchers of PBR and Busch are only a quarter ALL NIGHT LONG. Don't know when The Philharmonic are playing again, but it's not soon enough.
Online now, the skinny on Slowdown, Saddle Creek Records' office/bar/music venue project slated for downtown Omaha (read it here). Label guy Jason Kulbel talks about the club's booking, financial info, time line, all sorts of fun stuff. You also get detailed PDF drawings of the entire facility, giving you plenty of time to scope out the perfect hiding place for opening night. Though it all looks pretty definite, there are some issues that could slowdown Slowdown, not the least of which could be challenges involved in getting the land ready for construction, and the possible costs involved in a worst-case scenario. Not making it into the story is Kulbel's explanation regarding "the bathroom situation." Women will be pleased to know that there are almost twice as many stalls in the women's john as "receptacles" in the men's. Why? "Because we care," Kulbel said. Actually, its all a zoning thing.
Tonight, the triumphant return of Bettie Serveert at Sokol Underground. The band was just here in February, and I'm told really playing in Omaha. Opening is No Blood Orphan featuring Mike Saklar (The Philharmonic, Mal Madrigal, ex-Ravine) and Che Arthur. $10, 9 p.m. If you're in Lincoln, you might want to check out The Groovie Ghoulies at Knickerbockers with Teenage Bottle Rocket, Teenage Harlots and J.V. All*Stars. The early show starts at 5 p.m. $7.
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Sorry for the delay in today's entry. I was up early this morning writing a comprehensive story on Slowdown -- the Saddle Creek Records bar/music hall/office complex -- which will go online at Lazy-i tomorrow morning along with the drawings/plans of the new facility. Don't miss it.
It was because of that odd deadline (the story was a last-minute assignment for this week's issue of The Reader) I was forced to leave the show early last night before Enon came on. This makes twice that I missed them when they came through town. I was there, however, for the two opening bands, not the least of which was The Stay Awake, a hot new trio featuring frontman/guitarist Steve Micek, bassist Robert Little and some guy from Bleeders for Treats whose name I don't know that absolutely scorched on the drums. Someone at the show described their sound as "mathy." I'm not sure I agree. Micek and crew play intricate syncopated almost-stuttering movements in odd meters (5/8? 7/8?) braced upon a foundation of hard-angled chords and spare (if nonexistent) melodies. It sounds almost like free-form avant jazz with a distinct element of improvisation (by all three) within the songs' rigid structures. Micek's vocals, delivered with his back to the audience, are mostly incoherent barks used more for rhythm than anything. This reminds me of punk from five or six years ago, back when bands didn't care if you understood what was going on because they were too busy trying to get this stuff off their backs like some sort of personal exorcism. It sure isn't gonna please everyone, and it isn't intended to. Regardless of the improvised feel, there were a couple times when you didn't know if the songs were ending on purpose or if the band was simply getting tired of playing them.
Next up was Detroit's Thunderbirds Are Now!, a band that seemed almost designed to be on Frenchkiss Records. A jittery four-piece of whirling dervishes, their songs sported a distinct dance vibe while breaking down into odd-prog territory (sort of like your typical Frenchkiss band). Guitars, bleep-bleep synth keyboards, vocals, bass and at the end of their set, two drummers (one guy alternated between multiple instruments and the occasional freak-out). Thunderbirds are as much a performance art piece as a rock band (in a Les Savy Fav sort of way). If they pulled back a little more, they'd get mistaken for a Rock 4/Rapture type band, which they distinctly are not.
Attendance when I left was around 200, not bad for a Monday night.
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There will be more on The Philharmonic in this week's column, as I deem them and those crazy kids in Ladyfinger as two Important New Voices in Omaha Music. Sound dramatic? It is. It should be. The short line is this: The Philharmonic lit it up Saturday night at The 49'r. Are they the future of rock 'n' roll? I hope so.
The city was abuzz with word that our man from VH1, Eli Lehrer, was in town Thursday and Friday meeting some of the folks he's interviewed over the past couple months as research for a possible documentary-style program focused on the Omaha music scene. I know of only a handful who met with him (I wasn't among them, perhaps because he was none too thrilled with Column 27, which appeared back in May and which he asked me not to publish). I'm told he was probing further on bands that exist on the fringe of Saddle Creek mania. What will come of all this? One can only hope that it'll be a Very Special Episode of The Surreal Life featuring Matt Whipkey, Landon Hedges, Brigitte Nelson and Flavor Flav shacked up together in that office space above Kris' Rexall on Dodge that used to be Kim's Karate. Now that's entertainment!
Tonight is the Enon show at Sokol Underground. Enon frontman John Schmersal says that their set will be an eclectic mix of the singles and b-sides heard on their new CD along with some chestnuts that date back to Believo! Opening is Detroit's Thunderbirds Are Now! and the project headed by Steve Micek (The Mariannes, ex-Real Time Optimists, soundguy) known as The Stay Awake, which by itself is worth the price of admission (which is $8).
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Going to a College World Series game drains you of your will to live. After sitting through last night's, I didn't have the energy to make it to O'Leaver's for Statistics. Looks like I'm going to have to wait until the end of July to see what Denver's been up to. If you were there, tell us how it was on the webboard.
-- If you turned on your TV or picked up a Lincoln Journal Star than you know that the Saddle Creek folks held a press conference yesterday officially announcing the Slowdown project in downtown Omaha between 13th and 14th and Webster and Cuming, which means I'll be able to watch its progress daily from the vantage point of my office at UP. No real earth-shaking news, though I figured the club would be larger than the 400-capacity space described in the Associated Press story. Time frame is opening in a about a year. I know just as many people psyched about the facility's two-screen indie/arthouse cinema as the club. I'm sure we're gonna hear a lot more about the project as time goes by, like the club's booking philosophy and how it could impact Sokol Underground. And what's going on with that venture slated for the old Club Joy space?
-- Personal critical mentor and savior Robert Christgau has the latest installment of his Consumer Guide online at the Village Voice (read it here). This one features indie music, including his take on I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning (He gives it an "A minus," saying "Like the empathy of so many young men, especially artists, his (Oberst's) is more self-involved than saints like us prefer") and the Neva/Bright Eyes split, which he placed on his "Duds" list.
-- One British online 'zine doesn't like the new Faint single "Desperate Guys." Says MusicOMH.com, "Desperate? With songs like this, I'm not surprised." Cheeky.
What's up this weekend? Tonight looks like a Brother's night, as I don't see any shows worth mentioning. You could always go see BoDeans at Harrahs, I guess. Tomorrow night, on the other hand, has two humdingers: The Terminals and The Philharmonic at The 49'r, and Shelterbelt, Papers and Feariscalm at Sokol Underground. Sunday night, Thunderbirds Are Now!, Thunderstandable, and Eagle.Seagull are at Lincoln's 9th St. Basement. But if you miss it, TAN are opening for Enon the next night (Monday) at Sokol Underground.
Hmmm well I guess you could say Ladyfinger has arrived. Okay, they've already been here, for quite a while actually. But last night was sort of a coming out party for these guys at O'Leaver's. I didn't get to see much of it. Oh, I heard it all, the whole set, but I couldn't see it because the place was stacked up from the "stage" to the railing with people standing to watch the sweat fly. It was a crush mob, the type of crowd at O'Leaver's reserved for a Simon Joyner or Kasher show.
And why not? The word is out that these guys are at the forefront of the next generation of Omaha indie bands. That said, their style is pure throwback, buzzing and howling to a beat that's distinctly mid-'90s agro-indie a la Ritual Device; ratcheted minor-key buzzsaw guitar bordering on metal planted atop a throbbing bass line. Listening to Ladyfinger is like putting a couple feral cats in a cardboard box, shaking it up, and dropping it down a tumbling flight of stairs. Once it comes to a stop, open up the carton and put your hand inside. Static aggression. Anger and energy. Simultaneously frightening and exhilarating.
Sure, you won't remember a single melody when you get home and take out your ear-plugs, but you'll remember it was tight; you'll remember they were good. Repeated listenings are a must if you want to figure out what the hell it means. I don't know how they'll do it in the studio, though I know they've tried. Rumors have circulated for months that labels are sniffing around these guys. Last night's crowd will keep the rumors buzzing. If you missed it, you'll have another chance to see them June 30 at The Olympic Lounge with Bombardment Society and Fromanhole, but it'll cost you twice as much -- $10 (but quarter pitchers all night long -- it'll be like going to Fat Jacks to see King Vitamin).
Tonight, again at O'Leaver's, it's Statistics with Latitude, Longitude. The gig is a warm-up for Stats as they get ready to head out with Maria Taylor on a tour that lasts all the way through their July 29 welcome-home show at Sokol Underground. They could be turning people back at the door tonight, so get there early.
My interview with John Schmersal of Enon went online this morning (read it here). John talks about the band's new b-sides compilation, finding a new member, all kinds of swell stuff. Not a lot of out-takes. He did say one of the cool things about living in Philly (he just moved from NYC) was that going to shows is less of a hassle. He much prefers being in a crowd of 100 where he can chat with the person next to him than being in a mob of 1,000 where he can't hear himself think. "I'm from the Midwest, I like the idea that I can be a little more active somehow if the scene is smaller," he also said. "In New York, there's so much stuff going on and it all has to do with money; you don't have the time or enough of a reason or angle to be involved in a lot of things." Enon plays at Sokol Underground Monday with Thunderbirds Are Now! and legendary Omaha band (which I have yet to see/hear) The Stay Awake.
What about tonight? There are actually three shows all at once. You got Ladyfinger, Mountain High and Coyote at O'Leaver's. You got The Fags, Lovetap and The Goddamn Rights at Shea Riley's. And then there's Unwed Sailor (Johnathon Ford from Pedro the Lion and Decahedron) with The Atlas at Ted & Wally's. I hope to be at one of the three.
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It's been somewhat quiet news-wise these days, what with Michael Jackson hogging up all the Internet space. Labels are between releases right now, and bands have already started or are about to start touring, which I suppose explains the veritable silence. Here are a couple things of interest I've found:
-- PopMatters has a good Q&A with Maria Taylor, where she talks about her new album and the future or Azure Ray. Among the exchanges: "MT: We decided to take a break from Azure Ray and that's where I am now. PM: Is Azure Ray over? MT: We're just kinda seeing where life takes us right now." Another hiatus situation where there's no end in sight. The good news is both Taylor's and Fink's CDs are better than the last Azure Ray CD. Wonder what they'll do when/if they do decide to get back together... shelf their solo songs during the live sets? Taylor heads out on tour with Statistics this month. And speaking of Statistics, the band is playing a set at O'Leaver's Thursday with Latitude, Longitude.
-- Chartattack (and others) is reporting that Radiohead's OK Computer was picked by SPIN as the best album in the last 20 years (read it here). Good record, but strange choice. For whatever reason, SPIN is getting a lot of play out of this list. I saw the story scroll by while watching something on cable last night.
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Well, I didn't get the update done this morning because I was busy writing a feature on Enon, which will be placed online Wednesday. They're coming back for a gig at Sokol June 27. The hot show of the week (I'm told) is The Fags at Shea Riley's this Wednesday. The Detroit band is about to release a disc on Sire and has been described to me as a cross between Cheap Trick and The Replacements. Listening to their track on The Sire site, that's not a bad description -- more of a return to '70s power rock a la Sweet. I've never been to Shea Riley's but have been told it's an interesting venue for live stuff (Is it the old E's Hideaway?). Interestingly, The Fags' show is the same night as Ladyfinger, Mountain High and Coyote at O'Leaver's. Decisions, decisions...
That's it for now...
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Is it possible to place a cello in any song and not reap a sense of foreboding? No, I think not. Matson Jones has two cellos. Along with a standup bass played like a giant cello; along with some guy on drums who must have fallen in love with syncopation at a very early age. It's him, drummer Ross Harada, who is the pistons in this engine. Sure, the cellos add their obvious share of chum-chum-chum locomotion, but it's Harada that makes this rock, even though his drum set sounded like he bought it for fifty bucks at a garage sale. No guitars is always going to be a hard sale at a place like O'Leaver's, but, god help them, Matson Jones managed to sell it to the 50 or so on hand (even though there was a small contingency of girls in the back who just would not shut up (what are ya gonna do? It's a bar, after all )).
Musically, think early P.J. Harvey circa 4-track Demos. In fact, that particular P.J. Harvey album -- a classic example of rock minimalism -- is probably the best comparison you'll get to Matson Jones. The melodies are narrow, bounced off the cello riffs like a curled-lipped snarl. Doesn't hurt that the duo vocalists/cellists Martina Grbac and Anna Macorella sport voices that are of the same timber and texture as Harvey's young, distorted howl.
But what really sold the performance was the band's sense of dynamics. Maybe I'm just getting tired of the usual indie rock shtick where the band lights up and plays everything on 11 for 30 minutes without a moment's hold-back -- red-lined to flat-line to numbness to boredom. Matson Jones took their songs up, down and sideways, at one time barreling forward like a train wreck before dropping to a hush -- just the cellos sawing and vocals -- before Harada brought it all back up again with his rattling drums. It's those dynamics that made this band (and their CD) interesting, arresting and wry, with just a touch of foreboding.
Tough choices tonight -- The 49'r or O'Leaver's... see below for details. I'll probably miss them both.
Here's how the weekend goes for those of you not groveling for College World Series tickets
Tonight you got Matson Jones at O'Leaver's. I'm listening to their debut CD right now -- two cellos, bass, drums and solid vocals. Who needs guitars when you can play the same riffs on an instrument that you cradle between your legs (added bonus, both cellists and vocalists are women)? Everyone made a big deal about Tegan and Sara when they blew through here a month or so ago. These guys blow them away. See them now before they explode. Opening is Kisses for Kicks (Reagan Roeder). 9:30 p.m., $5.
Tomorrow night, two hot shows at the same time, and I'll probably miss both due to a mandatory family function -- such is life. The 49'r has a sweet three-band bill featuring The Ointments (Reagan Roeder, Kyle Harvey, Landon Hedges), Mal Madrigal and headliners The Third Men (ex-The Sons of ), all for $3. Meanwhile, at O'Leaver's there's another sweet three-band show with Landing on the Moon (A new project featuring Oliver Morgan and his wife, Megan, who we last saw performing together in The Quiet Type), The Potomac Accord and Kite Pilot with new drummer Jeremy Stanosheck (see the June 14 Lazy-i blog entry). $5, 9:30.
Finally on Sunday night Sokol Underground is hosting Head Automatica, a combo featuring members of Glassjaw and Gorillaz. Their debut, Decadence, was released by Warner Bros. and what I've heard of it on their site (the homepage has a player with most of it loaded) reminds me of NYC dance bands mixed with '70s FM rock; mainstream but kind of fun. Opening is Nightmare of You and The Fury. $10, 9 p.m.
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Mike Fratt, the new head honcho at Homer's, has really been doing his thing for more than a year now. The change in command was inevitable, it seems, and everyone thought it was going to go down last year after the election. It didn't, but those in the know knew it was only a matter of time. Fratt says don't look for any startling changes in Homer's direction...
zZz tonight at O'Leaver's with The Lepers; $5, 9:30 or so. Maybe I'll see you there?
So I watched that new super-exciting sure-to-be-a-hit reality game show last night on one of the big 3 networks (can't remember which, seeing as I rarely watch any of the trio these days) -- the show where they dig up the corpses of '80s one-hit wonders, roll their bloated carcasses on stage, plug them into a 220 and we all get to watch the effects of the aging process right before our eyes and decide who's suffered the least ill effects. The only one suffering, however, are the people watching the show.
I'm talking about Hit Me Baby One More Time, the gameshow where five bands from the '80s "reform" to play their one hit along with a cover of a "modern-day classic." It's somewhat obscene, almost prurient in its voyeuristic attempt at taking advantage of the post Babyboomers/Gen X'ers who yearn for a return to a "better day" when the bands were fun and music was delightfully insipid.
A year ago, VH1 tried a similar nostalgia-fueled program called Bands Reunited, where the host spent an hour tracking down members of long-broken-up bands and tried to convince them to get together one more time for a night of reminiscing and rock. Throughout the journey, viewers were told the band's history in classic Behind the Music style, explaining the rise and fall and ultimate break-up, confronting band members one-by-one to get their take on what went down. If the show was successful and got all the members to agree (and they weren't always, Frankie Goes to Hollywood and Extreme never took the stage), then we were shown the moment when the band meets again for the first time, followed by a one-day practice session and a performance in front of an audience later that same evening. I loved Bands Reunited. It answered a lot of questions while weaving in real human pathos as band members were confronted with their pasts and futures that didn't include being rock stars again.
Hit Me Baby One More Time, on the other hand, is somewhat vile. Each reunited band is given a 15-second introduction before being lifted out of the stage amidst a plume of steam (as if being reincarnated from some sort of rock and roll hell). They trot down on stage, take their spot and rip into their "hit" song. Program 1 featured a sad, bloated Loverboy, a blink-and-you-missed-her-the-first-time CeCe Peniston, a should-have-known-better Arrested Development, a pregnant Tiffany and a one-man Flock of Seagulls. And here (beyond just being sad and cheesy) is the program's biggest flaw. A Flock of Seagulls was one of the bands featured on VH1's Bands Reunited last year. You saw the real pain the band went through to reconcile for that performance, including two brothers burying the hatchet for the good of the reunion -- it felt, well, triumphant. Last night's version of A Flock of Seagull included only one member -- the lead singer. The rest of the flock consisted of replacement hack players. Most of the young kids who watched this show may not realize that they're not really seeing the reunited band at all, only the bloated front-person. The 12-members of Arrested Development were whittled down to three and a bunch of faceless session people. No one knows who was in Tiffany's band, so it probably doesn't matter -- she was a novelty act anyway. Loverboy appeared to be only the frontman as well. And I'm still trying to remember who CeCe Peniston was, though she probably sounded the best of the bunch.
After singing their hit, the bands were trotted out again to sing a modern-day cover -- painful for the bands and the audience. Then the audience got to pick "a winner" among the five, apparently deciding which held it together the best over the years. Arrested Development won on program one.
Program 2 (which followed directly afterward last night) was only slightly better, thanks to The Knack, who put on a pair of decent performances. The same can't be said for Haddaway (the guy who sings "What is Love?" the One Night in Roxbury song), The Motels (only the frontwoman), Tommy Tutone (who knows how many on stage last night were in the original band) and America's biggest prick, Vanilla Ice. Mr. Word to your Mother won that one.
I'm told the show is a big hit, which is no surprise considering that a piece of shit like American Idol is one of the top (if not thee top) program on American television -- a program that literally deifies America's bad taste in music. It now has a worthy companion.
Tomorrow: column 29 -- a new man at the helm of Homer's...
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I stayed up and watched The Faint on Jimmy Kimmel last night. What a strange show. I turned it on just as Andy Dick came on, for apparently no reason. He wasn't promoting anything, didn't have really anything to talk about except the Michael Jackson trial and his bible study group. After that, we got something like 30 minutes of commercials, then an idiotic "live report from Neverland," then what seemed like another 30 minutes of commercials, then The Faint. I thought the band did as well as they could considering the studio's limitations. The Faint went ahead and used their A/V screens -- both set up behind the stage -- but used a front- instead of a rear-screen projector. With the stage's low ceiling, that meant that the band obscured the video throughout the performance. At one time, Todd looked like he was actually bothered by the projector lights being shot right into his eyes. The sound was pretty bad. They played "Paranoiattack" first, and Todd's vocals sounded almost, uh, too live. The mix was somewhat horrible, so the vocals and instruments sounded strangely separated, almost karaoke-esque. After another zillion commercials, they "played the show off" with "I Disappear," which sounded a little better. Overall, the whole thing felt awkward and slightly forced, but I guess that's the nature of performing on late-night network chat-shows. Hardly an accurate representation of what The Faint sound or look like live.
News for Kite Pilot fans -- Drummer Corey Broman left the band last month so he could focus on his glass-blowing business -- Glass Harmony (if you look at the photo in this Kite Pilot story, you'll see the band fending off the heat from Broman's glass kiln/oven-thing). Before he left, Broman finished up his parts on Kite Pilot's upcoming 10-track full-length, tentatively titled Mercy Will Close It's Doors, which heads off to Doug Van Sloun for Mastering in mid-July. Taking over the drumming chores for Broman is Jeremy Stanosheck, formerly of Coast of Nebraska, which I'm told has broken up. Stanosheck filled in for Broman before, when Corey was out on tour with Statistics. I have to assume Broman also won't be touring with Statistics in the future. You can check out the new line-up when Kite Pilot plays with The Potomac Accord and Landing on the Moon (Oliver Morgan's new project) this Saturday at O'Leaver's.
Ongoing health issues kept me from the shows this weekend. Nothing serious, just a lingering cold/flu-thing picked up in Ireland and sinus-related maladies. Sucks, because there were three shows I wanted to see, not the least of which was last night's Mayday CD release show at Mick's. Anyone who was there, feel free to give us a review on the webboard, which is now back up and running.
Our boys The Faint have their network debut tonight on the Jimmy Kimmel show, appearing with Andy Dick and VH1 personality Rachel Perry. I assume they'll play either "I Disappear" or "Desperate Guys" (I hope it's the latter). I've never watched Kimmel before. I remember him from the Ben Stein quiz show, though. Seems like a personable chap. It'll be interesting to see how ABC stages The Faint and how well they'll come off without their A/V display. There's no question that network television exposure is a valuable thing for up-and-coming bands, but you gotta wonder just how valuable it really is these days with so many different chat shows going on at once. Kimmel appears to be on top of the second-tier that includes Craig Ferguson and Carson Daly. I suppose a good showing here could push them to Conan or Leno...
I feel the need to clarify recent comments made about The Good Life on this here blog. I didn't say Cursive's reemergence meant the end of The Good Life. I said we could be seeing the end of The Good Life as we've known it. Read into that statement what you will. Kasher already is on the record as saying The Good Life will be involved in his upcoming stage-play efforts... but what form The Good Life will take is the mystery...
FYI... believe the hype about the new Beck CD...
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Tonight's keystone event: The Monroes w/ Ideal Cleaners, The Bombardment Society and Brimstone Howl at Sokol Underground. The Monroes are celebrating the release of their brand new 45. Fun starts at 9; $5. Hot show No. 2 tonight is Ladyfinger, Little Brazil and The Philharmonic at Mike's Place in Council Bluffs (162. W. Broadway). 9:30; $5.
Topping the list on tomorrow night's hit parade: Mayday (Ted Stevens of Cursive and friends) along with Joe Buck at Duffy's in Lincoln, $4, 10 p.m.; while right here in River City you got Bad Luck Charm and No Blood Orphan at O'Leaver's, $5, 10 p.m.; while Rent Money Big is playing over at Mike's Place (this Mike's Place place is starting to get a rep; I need to check it out), $5, 9 p.m.
Finally on Sunday, the Mayday CD release party at Mick's with Kyle Harvey. I hope my cold has subsided by then. $5, 9 p.m. Meanwhile, Fromanhole and Colony of Watts will be at O'Leaver's, while Sokol Underground has Tooth & Nail artist Me Without You along with Kinsella's Make Believe project and Veda.
Woo. Look for a more-detailed update tomorrow morning. I'm late for work.
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A few other things happened while I was gone last week which I forgot to mention. The Reader announced a number of management shifts June 2 including Summer Miller rising to the esteemed position of Editor in Chief -- a well-deserved promotion, methinks, though I don't know what the difference is between "managing editor" and "editor-in-chief" except maybe Publisher John Heaston will be out of her hair somewhat. Summer's ascension made room for City Weekly Managing Editor Andrew Norman to come over to The Reader and take Summer's old job (I assume Andrew quit at the CW? Imagine if he didn't...). Maybe the strangest announcement, however, was that The Reader purchased The Pulp, a weekly newspaper that was part satire, part criticism and thoroughly confusing. Terms of the deal were not disclosed, though one would presume Heaston traded a handful of Stacy's Car Wash coupons and whatever spare change he had in his pocket for all of The Pulp's office equipment/computers/stationary and former Pulp publisher Al Johnson, who will now work selling Directorio Latino, the Spanish-language phone book Heaston prints with ABM in South Omaha. "We'll be continuing all of The Pulp's advertising contracts and we've already started talking with their writers. The last issue of The Pulp as a separate publication hit the streets yesterday," Heaston said in a memo to Reader writers/staff. No idea what that means. What I do know is that right under the Omaha World-Herald's nose Heaston is quietly building a small publishing empire that already includes El Perico, Today's Omaha Woman and a bunch of other magazines and websites. Can Voice of the New City be next? It might be too late -- a QT video found at www.omahavoice.com has ominous overtones.
Hot show tonight: Omaha/Lincoln band The Terminals takes the O'Leaver's stage with Chicago band MOTO, while California singer-songwriter Adam Derry is at Sokol Underground with Kyle Harvey and Reagan Roeder. Derry apparently used to live in Omaha and bills himself as "this generation's James Taylor." Not quite, but the promoter tells me the show has already pre-sold very well. See you at O'Leaver's (if I'm able).
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This week's column, below, gives you a brief idea of my music options in Ireland last week -- not much beyond what I expected. That was fine. I wasn't expecting to hear this generation's version of U2 performing at some hidden Irish Sokol-esque club. Judging by a few fliers posted throughout the cities, I know that an underground scene exists over there (It has to). Even Courtney's (mentioned below) sported a scenester vibe. I was there on their once-a-week "traditional music" night. Apparently they market themselves as Killarney's "alternative" pub, and the crowd was clearly hipper, younger and more "local" than what I'd seen on my trip up to that point. I can only imagine what kind of music they played during the rest of the week. Sliba Luchra was quite a find, and I believe if a label like Saddle Creek or Absolutely Kosher or Misra put out a well-recorded CD of their music, it not only would fit well with the rest of the labels' catalogues, it would be mildly successful, especially with indie fans who dig instrumental-only music. The "uncle/guitarist" at Paddy Murphy's had a voice that was a dead-on match for Damien Jurado... or maybe by this point in the trip, I was just reaching for something, having heard virtually no "modern" music anywhere (I didn't have access to radio). Anyway... I had a great time, but it's good to be back.
A couple interesting off-the-wall shows tonight. Life After Laserdisque and Microphone Jones are at Trovato's starting at 9; while Le Beat is said to be at The Goofy Foot (according to the SLAMOmaha calendar, buyer beware).
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So I'm back from Ireland. I'll fill you in on the "music scene" tomorrow when I put this week's column online and talk more about the trip. I can tell you right now that the worst part was traveling there and back. Avoid Aire Lingus at all costs. Fly American or British Airways, it's worth the extra jack. Believe me. Coming back was the worst overall flight experience I've had in a long time (I have had worse, though).
Incidentally, I would have gone to the Neko Case show last night had I known it was a no-smoking show. As always is the case when you're in a jetliner for 10 hours, I picked up a chest-cold thing and didn't want to make it worse. There's no smoking allowed at any bars and restaurants in Ireland. The ban doesn't seem to have had an impact on their bar scene whatsoever. The flight did give me a chance to write a dozen or so CD reviews, which will be going online over the next few days, so watch the reviews page and the matrix for updates.
What happened while I was gone?
-- The hiatus is over. Saddle Creek confirmed rumors of the much-anticipated second-coming of Cursive. The label says the band will start working on new music later this summer, with possibly a new record mid-late next year in terms of release date. Does that mean the inevitable hiatus (or end) for The Good Life? Well, maybe The Good Life as we've known it
-- I'm told Homer's has had a change in management, with Rick Galusha announcing his departure and Mike Fratt taking his place as the company's president. Who knows what it'll mean. I'm trying to track Fratt down to see. The story of Homer's and its continued survival in the now-viscious, cut-throat business of music retailing needs to be told along with Fratt's plans for continued survival (and prosperity?).
-- Before I left, Fratt e-mailed to tell me that Bright Eyes' I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning sales have surpassed 250,000, passing Lifted by many thousand. Saddle Creek confirmed this. I figured Wide Awake would lift Lifted's sales. It has, but not to the degree I expected. At this pace, Wide Awake is on target to be the first Creek CD to go gold Digital Ash sales are at 176,000, by the way...
Lazy-i will be on hiatus for the next few days as I head to over the water for some well-deserved R&R. In addition to sleeping, I'll be spending the plane-ride over catching up on reviews, so you'll have that to look forward to when I get back, as well as my take on Dublin's edgy music scene.
what am I going to miss while I'm
gone? All the hot action is on Sunday
Next Thursday is Pinback at Sokol
Underground with Pit er Pat. $12.
See you when I see you
My profile of Kasabian went online this morning (read it here). I had about five minutes to talk to the band's guitarist/keyboardist/songwriter Serge Pizzorno, and considering his answers to my questions, that's all I really needed. It was like interviewing David St. Hubbins of Spinal Tap. Anyway, it's my sincere belief that Kasabian actually could be the next big thing out of bonny ol' England. Their single, "Club Foot," is a mammoth hit over there, and they're selling out arenas throughout Europe. It could be awhile, however, until that reach that status in the colonies... if ever.
Tonight is Mary Timony at Sokol Underground with Medications (the other touring band that includes her drummer/collaborator Devin Ocampo) and Omaha's own Bombardment Society. Can Timony pull it off with just her and Ocampo performing as a two-piece? We'll see. I asked he why she didn't have a full band and pointed out that two-piece outfits are becoming more common these days (The White Stripes and Black Keys come to mind). She said she hadn't thought about it, but yeah, I guess there are a lot of two-piece bands. Why is that? "I think it's just economical. It makes going on tour easy. Actually, I don't know why it is." The show is $8 and starts at 9.
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When I say VH1 has talked to almost everyone in town, I mean everyone. You name it, and Eli Lehrer has talked to it. Like I say below, it's a departure from the usual national media coverage: A reporter blows into town, hangs out at the Saddle Creek offices, goes to a Saddle Creek show, goes to The Brothers with Saddle Creek staff, and then leaves. A month later the writer's definitive article about "the Omaha scene" comes out, and it doesn't mention a single band that's not affiliated with the label. I can't say I blame the writer -- it's the Creek bands that will be playing at Webster Hall or North Six in the coming months, not The Monroes or Kite Pilot. Still, when you say you're covering the Omaha scene, you gotta go beyond Creek, or else you're really just covering Creek. VH1 sounds like it's going beyond Creek, but something tells me all the hoopla's for nothing...
Look for an interview/profile of Kasabian online tomorrow morning.
Just placed on the site, an interview with ex-Helium frontwoman Mary Timony (read it here). Timony talks about Matador's round-about way of ending its relationship with her, and how she picked herself up and moved on. She can count herself among those who were at that label during its mid-'90s golden years, back when you bought whatever the label put out regardless of whether you even heard of the band (a status that Saddle Creek is approaching). These days Matador is a shadow of its former self. Sure, they still have Yo La Tengo, Stephen Malkmus and Interpol, but after that it gets rather spotty. I haven't sought out a Matador CD since Interpol's debut back in 2002.
There weren't too many out-takes from the interview that didn't make the story. Timony did talk about growing up in D.C. and following the local hardcore/punk scene and how it influenced her music. "I went to a lot of punk shows, I hung out at The Wilson Center," she said. "I was aware of the bands and was a fan of the bands. They were so powerful; it was definitely a big influence in playing music and getting started. Then I was in a band called Autoclave that put out a record on Dischord in '91." In fact, Timony said she first met Fugazi's Brendan Canty (who produced her new CD, Ex Hex) when he recorded Autoclave.
threw this story online early this
week because Timony is playing Sokol
Underground this Thursday, and because
I'm putting the Kasabian piece up
tomorrow. It's turning out to be
a busy week. Yesterday the Omaha
World-Herald reported (in
this story) that the label's
Slowdown project is now slated for
a downtown location -- from Webster
to Cuming between 13th and 14th
streets, just as rumored last fall.
Unlike the original, doomed Metcalf
Park Slowdown project, this one
is more than just a music hall,
offices and bar. The latest proposal
includes a two-screen art-house
movie theater, a pizza joint and
condos, with a targeted completion
date of June 2006. An hour after
the story broke Saddle Creek's Jason
Kulbel e-mailed to say that despite
the World-Herald report nothing
about the project was definite.
"Still many details to be worked
out and the city has not accepted
our proposal as of yet, but the
cat is fully out of the bag,"
And speaking of Saddle Creek, tonight is the victorious return of The Good Life to Sokol Underground in what has been said to be one of their last local gigs for a long, long time. Opening the show are tourmates Make Believe and Zykos. I foresee a sell-out.
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Last night was sort of a second coming for Criteria. Things change once you get signed to Saddle Creek. People take notice. You're no longer "just another Omaha band (that's not on Saddle Creek)." You've joined a fraternity of sorts, and with it comes the spoils in the form of larger crowds. Though The Nein were the touring band, it was Criteria that was the headliner and who most of the 260-something paid to see. And the band did not disappoint them.
I took my position along the wall adjacent to stage right, but this time it was somewhat crowded over there and I found myself further behind the stage than usual, providing a view mostly of the band's corduroys and their adoring crowd leaning forward and upward. By god, there were a lot of them singing right along to songs off En Garde. And the young girls, well Indie music is the exception to the old crow that rock attracts only angry, disassociated teen-aged guys. There's always a lot of girls at indie shows, especially Creek shows, maybe because there's a sizable percentage among the radio rock guys who think indie/Creek is waaay to fey for them to listen to. That's their loss.
So far back was I behind the stage that the vocals got lost in the roar -- what do you expect when you're on the backside of the speakers? After the first couple songs, the guy next to me laughed and said, "These guys obviously grew up listening to the Scorpions." When Criteria frontman Stephen Pedersen said he was "really stoked" about everyone coming out, I turned and said, "It's the '80s all over again." My sideman left halfway through the set -- I guess it wasn't his thing. But for the most part, he was the exception to the rule. Criteria fills a void in the Creek cadre of bands. Other than maybe Beep Beep, no other act on the label is trying to burn the house down with their guitars -- a characteristic that Cursive also used to have, and maybe still do, if they ever return from their hiatus.
The sound was much better in front of the stage (obviously), and it was in the back of the room that I noticed the small contingency of people in their 50s (and maybe 60s) who I assume were representatives of the Kutak Rock law firm checking out the wares of their prodigal son, thinking to themselves how far away smoky Sokol Underground is from the lacquered oak and leather chairs of their boardrooms. Were they wondering if they'd made a mistake by taking the path less traveled by? We'll never know.
Shifting gears It was true what I heard about Bunnygrunt. I actually found out that afternoon when someone e-mailed me that they were indeed going to play at O'Leaver's Friday night. So I made it out and it was pleasingly crowded. Low-fi poppers Grape Soda was up first, consisting I'm told of some folks who work down at The Antiquarium. It was more folk rock than indie rock and for some reason reminded me of Celtic music, though I'm sure there was no reason for it. I asked a guy next to me if it sounded Irish and he said, "Yeah..., sort of." It was sloppy fun.
Next was Lonnie Methe's group Mancini's Angels. I've seen Methe a number of times as has anyone who has seen Simon Joyner over the years -- he's the guy in the sweater playing the violin with his back to the audience. He's also a member of Omaha avant-guard ensemble Naturaliste, with Chris Fischer, Simon and Josephine Joyner and Chris Deden, among others. That group has a reputation for creating low-fi art/noise pieces, summed up on a full-length released by (Omaha's most unknown label) Public Eyesore, which I haven't heard. Mancini's Angels was far from avant-garde, instead bordering (again) on folk rock, with Methe handling the lead vocals, and quite well, I might add. Underlying every song were layers of structured dissonance that would drive any pop-music lover up a wall. In that context, it was arty and probably lost on the crowd that came to hear Bunnygrunt's three-chord "twee-punk." Still, if you looked, you found some interesting stuff hidden among the feedback. Methe told me after the show that he's headed to Austin to live in mid-June.
Up next was a band that I thought was Bunnygrunt -- three girls and a guy drummer playing the style of indie-pop that Bunnygrunt plays. The flat, female vocals even reminded me of the band. Turns out it wasn't Bunnygrunt at all, but a side project by one of its members. So as I was about to leave, on came Bunnygrunt, sounding much more confident and aggressive than the previous, unknown-named band. The trio included two guys and a girl drummer, and the vocals were mostly dominated by the men -- something I don't remember from the Bunnygrunt of the past. Despite the crowd yelling out song names, the band didn't play any of their "hits" during their disappointingly short 15- or 20-minute micro-set. Maybe next time (if there is a next time).
Lots of stuff coming this week, and the sched looks this way -- Mary Timony profile/interview online Tuesday; Kasabian profile/interview online Wednesday, and the column online Thursday -- if I get all of it written
According to a mass e-mail sent to me and other members of Omaha's elite music media by sometimes Simon Joyner sideman Lonnie Methe, St. Louis cuddlecore legends Bunnygrunt is playing at O'Leaver's tonight with Methe's own Mancini's Angels and Grape Soda. I've been unable to confirm this with anyone including a contact at O'Leaver's, who says scheduling is in disarray there these days, what with all that volleyball going on. Bunnygrunt doesn't have a website. According to AMC, the band broke up in 1998. I know them from having seen them play with Frontier Trust sometime in the '90s, and from their single, "Macho Beagle," w/"Cry," a cover of The Raspberries classic. I hope this is happening, and I'll be down at O'Leaver's to find out.
Tomorrow night, of course, is Saddle Creek Records band Criteria with The Nein and The Philharmonic at Sokol Underground. Meanwhile, Fromanhole is hosting a CD release show at The 49'r with No Blood Orphan.
A couple headlines of interest:
-- The Bright Eyes/Faint saga continues with more of the same. This review of their Toronto show again goes out of its way to point out that The Faint is crushing BE in the popularity contest, at least with the critics. "All in all, a good show, but in the end Bright Eyes couldn't muster up enough energy or enthusiasm to claim best band of the night." Ouch. Says that Oberst rolled out a new song during the set -- wonder how they did the video for that one...
-- Rilo Kiley now appears to be using their defection from Saddle Creek Records as a publicity peg on their tour. In this item in yesterday's Boston Globe, frontwoman Jenny Lewis talks about "struggling" with the concept of indie vs. major "every day." "People make such a big deal about indie vs. major. But if you're making the same music, what's the fuss about reaching more people?" She then goes on to say that the band wanted to do things that Creek wasn't comfortable with... involving radio. Who knows what that means, although I would bet it has to do with Clear Channel.
-- Meanwhile, in this Detroit Metro Times story, Neva Dinova's Jake Bellows talks about a couple things concerning Jenny Lewis that I'm sure she's not comfortable with. "When we heard that she was a child star, we found Foxfire with her and Angelina Jolie. In it theres this topless scene where all the girls are hanging out together, burning each other and touching their tits, and Jenny is the only one of the five girls who doesn't take her shirt off. I was like, 'This is fucking bullshit. I rented this movie because I thought I was going to see your naked tits.' I talked to her about it and the first thing I said was, 'We were all disappointed.'" Classic.
Finally, Tim Kasher talks about
his budding screenwriting career
Omaha World-Herald story.
Kasher says he's working a play
that that he hopes to score with
music from The Good Life, and then
goes on to say he and members of
Cursive plan to work on a new album.
There was a ton more info gleaned from my interview with Sophia John that wasn't included in this week's column. So much, in fact, I'm toying with the idea of doing a second part next week that discusses the station's advertising and other nifty things. As stated below, I noticed the programming changes just driving around, but another indicator was talking to one of the guys who puts together New Day Rising, the indie show on The River late Sunday nights. I asked if he was going to play the new Kasabian. "Nope, it's on The River's regular playlist now. We don't play stuff that they're already playing." Makes sense. How 'bout Tegan & Sara? "Same story." Okay, how 'bout the new Beck? "Same thing." Etc...
There's a pretty good show tonight at Ted & Wally's: Everyone's favorite local folk legend Simon Joyner is doing a solo set with everyone's favorite local neu-wave-esque, trumpet=powered pop-fun dynamos Kite Pilot, who will be playing stuff from their forthcoming LP. I've never seen a show down there before, but I hear it can be a blast. It starts around 10:30 and costs $5.
Also, I received an e-mail last night saying that legendary St. Louis cuddlecore band Bunnygrunt is sneaking into O'Leaver's tomorrow night. I will investigate further and report my findings in tomorrow's edition...
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I just placed online, an interview with Criteria's Stephen Pedersen (read it here). Pedersen talks about leaving nationally respected law firm Kutak Rock where he's an attorney, to pursue his rock 'n' roll dream with the help from his friends at Saddle Creek Records. The word limit for The Reader article was 1,000. Here's some out-takes from the 2-hour interview that didn't make the cut:
There's already those who think Criteria could rise to become the second most popular band at Saddle Creek. Pedersen pooh-poohs those comments. "Every band on that label has earned it from years of touring and focusing full-time on music for the greater part of the past decade. I kind of dilly-dallied."
He said he had no idea what he and the former members of White Octave are going to do with their last album, Menergy, now that they've acquired the rights to the CD from Initial Records. "I would be surprised if there was a label that wanted to release it," he said. Interestingly, White Octave also owns the masters to their first record, released on Deep Elm who only had a five-year licensing agreement on the recording, which has since expired.
Pedersen said Saddle Creek's 50/50 royalties split is a rarity in the business. "It's about as pure of a partnership as you're going to get in the music business," he said. "While the front-end isn't that great, the back end is incredible. It's the difference between an 11 to 15 percent royalty and a 50 percent royalty. If you're successful, the payoff for record sales is fabulous, but that wasn't the reason I wanted to be on Saddle Creek.
"These are my friends, the people that kept me going. I've known them half my life. And it's also a great label with an amazing reputation that's well deserved. I like their business model and can totally trust them."
It was here that Pedersen referred to the famous Spoon/Ron Laffitte debacle that was immortalized in Spoon's Saddle Creek-released single "The Agony of Laffitte" b/w "Laffitte Don't Fail Me Now."
"The only reason to go to a major is to raid their coffers," Pedersen said. "If there was a $5 million non recuperable advance dangled in front of me, that may have made things difficult."
So how does one get signed to Creek these days? Pedersen said there are two possible routes. "Either Robb, Jason and the people at the office love the record and want to put it out, or you appeal to the greater community of bands -- you get Todd and Joel from the Faint and Conor and Tim and Matt behind you. The artists in effect are like an appellant court when the district court denies you. Luckily it never came to that."
Pedersen discussed the process of writing his music. I've always thought that he must have consciously gone out of his way to create the stuttering, waltzy lope that's indicative (to me, anyway) of their sound. "I don't know why I do that," Pedersen said. "The music wouldn't be talked about if it was in 4/4. When I was writing En Garde, it was the first time I had the chance to make the beats, but I don't know where I got the beats."
Like En Garde, much of When We Break was recorded in Pedersen's dingy basement studio. There is nothing fancy about the set up, you almost expect the guitarist to be leaning against a washer/dryer while recording a solo. Amidst all the sound equipment is a bicep/curl bar and some weights, I guess to get pumped up with before rolling tape. Though the guitars and vocals were recorded there, the drums and bass were tracked at Presto! Studios in Lincoln. AJ Mogis did the mix.
"The reason the record sounds the way it sounds is AJ," Pedersen said. "He is the engineer and producer and the wizard behind its massiveness. It doesn't sound like a record that was, in a large part, made in a basement and that's entirely because of AJ. He just captures sound, and is also an incredible musician. The guy shreds. I'm, like, the worst guitar player in the band."
When We Break wasn't the first name chosen for the album. "We were thinking of calling it Danish Soul or Rock and Roll Miracle," Pedersen said, clearly joking. "There were some more serious considerations, too, like From the Dead Center, and Touché -- sort of a response to En Garde. But that would have been too cute. When We Break is a lyric from one of the songs. It's referring both to when a band breaks and gets popular, and as humans when you get hurt."
Which brings us to the album's "meaning."
"Lyrically, it's not about a break-up, it's about a lot of things," Pedersen said. "At the end of the day, I'm singing for myself, and if other people get meaning out of it, that's great, but I don't try to define my words."
Just as important, he said, are the songs' sound and tone. "The delivery can convey as much or more meaning than the words, and I'm all about delivery," he said. "I'm a defacto songwriter because I write a lot of songs, but I don't see myself as a songwriter."
He said he doesn't write lyrics down, or anything else for that matter. Everything is composed in his head, from the beat to the guitar to the vocals.
"I don't quite understand it," he said. "It's just a combination of having a Danish father and a Sicilian mother. You have a very strict, structured, disciplined side of you and a very passionate, emotional just sort of a very-lucky-to-be-alive side of you. And that's where the music comes from."
The reason why there was no update yesterday is because I was busy pulling together all the content for this coming week. Among it, look for an in-depth story with Criteria tomorrow morning. Frontman Stephen Pedersen talks about his decision to drop the lawyer biz and take on rock 'n' roll full-time. Methinks you'll enjoy it. Then on Thursday, look for this week's column focused on my interview with The River's Sophia John about the station's gradual shift in format over the past year. Good stuff. In fact, though both stories are also slated for this week's issue of The Reader, you'll get some exclusive extras right here on Lazy-i -- Sheesh! This is beginning to sound like a promo for Access Hollywood.
And speaking of Hollywood, looks like our old friends Rilo Kiley have up and dumped the whole Brute/Beaute ruse outright and signed to Warner Bros., who will be rereleasing More Adventurous under its moniker later this year (See story here). And all that talk about wanting their own label -- pish. Says frontwoman Jenny Lewis about signing with Warners: "I felt like it was inevitable that this is where we were going to end up. It seemed like the time was right for us. I don't know what sort of success that will bring us. That doesn't really concern me. I just wouldn't want to regret not having taken a chance." If success "doesn't really concern her" then why sign with Warners?
Meanwhile, Bright Eyes continues to get beaten and battered around the head and neck by critics as The Faint/Bright Eyes tour rolls throughout our United States. The latest attack comes from the Chicago Sun-Times, home of Roger Ebert, which didn't like anything about last Saturday's windy city show, from Oberst's singing to the use of two drummers (read it here). "He glowers beneath his mop of raven hair, which he wears in his eyes, and acts aloof, if not petulant." God, the critic sounds like a spurned lover. How will Conor bounce back from a month's worth of media hazing?
It's not all negative in Saddle Creek land. The Good Life received a nice write up in New York Newsday, which called Album of the Year "a small masterpiece, a 12-song tale of a yearlong relationship." And then went on to describe the band's set last Friday night at The Knitting Factory (read it here) The show also got a strong preview in the last issue of Time Out New York.
But who cares about shows in New York when you've got some good ones right here in River City, like tonight's Le Beat CD release show at Sokol Underground with Mal Madrigal and Son, Ambulance? The new Le Beat is some of the most laid-back stuff I've heard coming out of Omaha, more laid-back than even the latest Neva Dinova stuff, which it most closely resembles though Le Beat has much more allegiance to the Velvets. Didn't know this show was even happening? Maybe it's because neither One Percent nor Someday Never are involved. Will anyone show up? It starts at 9 and costs $5.
After a strong week of shows, a suspiciously quiet weekend is ahead. In fact, a quick glance at the calendar shows that there's almost nothing worth seeing except for goon-rock acts. In fact, I can't find any shows at all for tonight -- a good time to head to The Brothers. Tomorrow night, Goodbye Sunday and 5 Story Fall are slated for the Niner, but I suspect the draw will be light as all their fans will be down at sold-out Mudvayne show (just kidding, of course). Sunday night Evil Beaver is at Duffy's. And that's it. I don't know if it's due to acquiring all the volleyball traffic from the soon-to-be-closing Ranch Bowl, but O'Leaver's -- once an oasis for interesting rock shows -- has nothing booked until May 20. What's up with that?
For those of you who missed my column this week -- which was pre-empted due to the Bright Eyes/Faint show review -- here it is in all its boring glory. It's just a mailbag column
Those critics in K.C. and Seattle who so boldly dissed their Bright Eyes sets didn't get it. They were blinded by The Faint's boom-boom-boom bravado, thinking that they had been invited to a dance party, which was the last thing on Conor Oberst's mind. There would be no dancing at the mighty MAC Center during his set, only upside-down crosses and lots and lots of angst. Oberst wasn't trying to redefine electro-dance with his live rendition of Digital Ash, instead he was creating some sort of new electro goth.
I could hear The Faint ripping into their set just walking from my car to the arena, pushing through crowds of smokers who were trying to get a last one in before settling down to the set. Once inside, there was plenty of space for us gen-ads to find a seat. All the fun was down on the floor, anyway, which from my vantage point looked like a seething flesh-mass of hysteria. The Faint always have known how to get people moving, and last night was no exception, even though they've never been so separated from the crowd. Big stages in big arenas mean barriers between the band and the throngs, and for the first time watching an Omaha act on stage I had flashbacks of my first arena shows way back in the '70s and '80s (Who remembers Lover Boy? Styx? Journey?). This was a real concert, from the bigger-than-life sound system to the battery of synchronized spotlights that -- when striking you head-on -- felt like they were burning a hole through your retinas.
Faint shows always have been glorified multimedia extravaganzas, but not last night. Were those the same projection screens that looked so massive inside Sokol Auditorium? Split in two and separated by a few feet in the Mac, they lost all of their punch and distracted from the live performance in a way that was never intended. If The Faint is going to continue playing arena gigs, they're gonna need screens about 8 times larger than these little projector numbers that made their videos look like overheads in a poorly lit board room, which is a shame because the videos lovingly created by Dapose and Jacob are such a big part of what they're trying to do on stage.
The band sounded as good as I've ever heard them, though I thought Todd's hollow vocals were too low and lost in a mix that, as always, was way too bass heavy. But hey, you gotta have lots of bass if you're gonna get those rumps moving, right? I would guess that the audience indeed did enjoy The Faint's set more than Bright Eyes', and why not? If you were on the floor you had no choice but to jump and bump with the sweat-hog next to you. By contrast, no one moved during Bright Eyes' set, and I'm not entirely sure they were supposed to.
At one time during BE I counted 10 people performing on stage, including a violin and cello player, trumpet, keyboards, two drummers (including Clark Baechle), bassist Joel Petersen, Mike Mogis playing two instruments at once, and Nick "Edward Sissorhands" Zinner on guitar. Despite all that, all you could really hear were the two drummers and Petersen, with Oberst chirping through the chair-rattling rumble. When the rhythm section actually gave the other performers some space, like on a couple Zinner guitar solos that burned like acid on glass, things got interesting instead of maudlin.
It's obvious that pace is the reason some critics are saying Oberst's set is a downer. The Faint's entire set is one long throbbing dance orgasm that doesn't let up until the bitter end. And their music has been around so long that everyone knows it. On the other hand, people are still getting used to Digital Ash and I doubt that a lot of the crowd recognized music. In addition, not all of the songs on that CD are very interesting -- far from it. That means waiting for the dud to get over in hopes that the next one will be something interesting.
Oberst looked bored at times, or maybe it just seemed that way from the top of the bleachers. There were songs that he could have pushed up a notch (like "Lover I Don't Have to Love"), but instead seemed to be just mailing it in. I don't expect him to do a stereotypical rockstar turn, but he could have at least looked interested in what he was doing as he wandered around stage. At one point he seemed to be riding piano stand, eventually knocking it over -- interesting, but not very rock 'n' roll. Maybe he should have lit it on fire?
In the end, Oberst's set sounded like a modern indie rendition of Goth, what with its dark video images, semi-slow pace, throbbing electro-static sound, and lots and lots of talk about death and dying and the afterlife. I could see this going over big with the Goth crowd if Conor started looking the part, which he never will because Goth is probably the furthest thing on his mind when he was recording Digital Ash. Some say the album was a cash-in a la The Postal Service. I think he was probably going for something deeper than that, but I don't know if he succeeded.
The set ended with a two-song fake encore (you know it's fake if he's prepared videos for them). Oberst's only notable comment from stage was that he never thought he could pull off such a large show in Omaha. Tsk tsk, Conor, don't you know that you're a rockstar now?
Kiley at Sokol Auditorium with
Neva Dinova and Tilly and the Wall.
Tickets were still available ($12)
as of this posting. If it keeps
raining like this, you'll be able
to take a bass boat to the show.
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Well, it should be a historic show tonight... for One Percent Productions. The Faint and Bright Eyes already have played their share of arena gigs, but this will be the first "arena" concert promoted by One Percent (that I know of) and it's already a success. Unlike Sokol shows, where the dynamic duo of Marc and Jim are front-and-center, taking your dough and stamping your hand, tonight they'll probably be holed away in the MAC Center's swanky rockstar green room, dining on the veggie tray and horse-tub of cold beer, surrounded by a covey of half-naked groupie-whores, completely oblivious to the territorial pissing going on upstairs by anxious/heartbroken teens and their angry parents searching for decent seats. Barring a tornado (and after last night, I'm not kidding) I will be among the mob. The show starts promptly at 8 p.m. with Mars Black opening, which means I'll get there around 9:30, just in time for The Faint's high-NRG dance routine. And then, Bright Eyes. With the days of emotional eruptions behind him, there will be nothing left to watch but Nik Fackler's fine videoworks. Will Conor and Company bring the room down, like in KC and Seattle? We'll find out tonight...
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Election Day is today, at least for us mid-towners. Get out there and vote, people.
With the Faint/Bright Eyes concert slated for tomorrow night in Council Bluffs, the early reviews of this experimental mixed tour are dribbling in, and they ain't been good. The problem: How do you follow an act like The Faint?
The opening dates in Kansas City got panned by the Kansas City Star, who said The Faint just plain outperformed Bright Eyes. "The Faint played an opening set that was unusually long and significantly livelier and more entertaining, visually and musically, than the headliner's." The writer then went on to assign blame. "The problem wasn't with the performers or the performance or the videos. It was the concept: 11 new songs, none with a formal groove to grab on to or a chorus to dive into, each the same weight and hue of the others, all written to emphasize the difference between digital and analog."
Ouch. Read the whole review here.
Things got better a few days later at Coachella, where the L.A. Weekly gave the performance a thumb's up. "The Omaha supergroup -- from rival high schools, actually -- played quite nicely together, despite the lack of a rumored cameo from Vote for Change tourmate Springsteen." Imagine Springsteen being backed by The Faint... That review's here.
It was back to the barbs as the bands pulled into Seattle Sunday. The Seattle Times seemed more critical of the venue than the performance. "Downer music seldom works in nightclubs, especially after several hours of opening acts, during which the audience became well lubricated. That called for dancing, not brooding." As in KC, the writer got pumped up over The Faint's set, only to be confused by the BE set. "The Faint, a lively electro/dance outfit, with fancy video accompaniment for each song, had the place dancing and applauding. Then Bright Eyes came on and dragged everything down." Yikes! Read more here.
Of course the jury is still out until Wednesday night, when you might be seeing The Faint and Bright Eyes together for the last time around these parts.
Tonight, surf guitarist Dick Dale rolls into Knickerbocker's for an 8:30 show, which gives me a reason to link to this classic Dick Dale Lazy-i interview from way back in 1998. Tickets to the 18+ show are $18, and it starts at 8:30 with El Guapotones and Fallen 77 opening.
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I spent this past weekend healing and getting stronger, away from the shows, prepping for the week to come. Actually, that said, I probably won't be at tonight's Shins concert at Sokol Auditorium, which is sold out, by the way. I like The Shins on CD; I'm not sure I'd dig their live set judging by how they've sounded on various late-night television chat shows. Still, it could be a riot, especially with New Zealand's The Brunettes opening. Their latest, the jangly organ-and-guitar driven Mars Loves Venus, is pure glowing-rainbow kitsch and probably a perfect fit for The Shins goodhearted retro clatter. Looking at the One Percent website, there appears to be only two bands on the bill (sadly, no local opener) which means, along with an 8 p.m. starting time, it could be an early night. If I can get in, I might go after all.
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So I'm told my name was bantered about from on stage at last night's Tegan & Sara show. And I received a rather long letter from Sara (or someone claiming that she's Sara, you know how the Internet is), who wasn't very pleased with Column 24 (below this entry). Other tasks and health-related issues (I'm getting better, thank you) kept me from the show. Now I'm sorry I didn't go. I've been name-checked from the stage a number of times, half the time from angry bands who didn't like something I've written (Brother Ali is one example). It's generally a hoot.
So what've we got for tonight and this weekend? Well Fizzle Like a Flood will be in the house at Ted & Wally's, opening for the ubiquitous Poison Control Center. I'm told Mr. Fizzle's new band is rather scorching. $3, 11 p.m. (late, because they want the kiddies to finish dessert).
Also tonight, metal giants Bloodcow are at O'Leaver's, who just updated their sexy website. The bad news is they only have four shows booked for the month of May.
Tomorrow night it's our old friends Bad Luck Charm at The 49'r. I haven't seen Mr. Wolf and the boys in many moons. $3, 9:30.
Below is the unabridged version of this week's column. The version printed in today's issue of The Reader was cut by about 200 words and also includes an epilogue, which I didn't feel was appropriate or justified. After the deadline passed (it's all explained below), Sheila the publicist contacted The Reader explaining that Tegan & Sara were in Montana, out of cell range, and that she was busy at Coachella. Doesn't really explain why no one replied to the numerous messages left on Tegan's cell phone four days earlier, or why the numerous e-mails sent by me and Alissa asking for a resched were ignored. Believe me, they got the messages, but who wants to deal with a newspaper and website located in Podunk U.S.A. when Coachella's going on? Also after the deadline, the record label e-mailed and offered to send The Reader T-shirts as penance for the oversight, which was acknowledged in the printed epilogue, and ignored.
is, this stuff happens all the time,
it's part of the deal. Regardless,
I still want to see Tegan &
Sara tonight at Sokol Underground
if I'm able.
If you go tonight, get there early. The opening acts are two of Omaha's finest: Son, Ambulance and Little Brazil. I predict a heavy turnout. $10, 9 p.m.
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Just placed online, an interview with Omaha filmmaker Nik Fackler (read it here). Nik talks about how he created the videos used to support Bright Eyes on the Digital Ash in a Digital Urn tour, from how he first got involved to the challenges of visually interpreting Oberst's music without interpreting its meaning directly from the songs' lyrics. In addition, you get a glimpse of stills from videos used for seven songs (including the still used on the Interviews page). It's eye-popping stuff. At 20 years old Fackler already has garnered a reputation for creating stirring videos and films. Is he the next Spike Jonze? Judge for yourself by going to the Bright Eyes/Faint concert in ol' CB May 11 and going to Fackler's website where you can see his music videos and short films.
A couple notable gigs tonight: The 49'r is hosting a David Bowie tribute that will include some interesting guest performers from the local scene, not the least of which is a sometimes-review-contributor to Lazy-i (though it's been awhile). Since the show also is the birthday party for local celebrity/man-about-town/music-gadfly-for-the City Weekly/all-around-nice-guy MarQ Manner, the place with be packed with people dressed like '70s-era white pimps (it's "glam night" after all). Who says Halloween comes only once a year?
I've never liked Leno, not from day one. Letterman always seemed like the more genuine personality, certainly funnier. Not anymore. Letterman comes off like a coke-addled freak, unable to carry a natural-sounding conversation with anyone without interrupting. He's jittery like an insect or a fly cleaning itself. Leno on the other hand, is your typical good-ol' boy just trying his hardest to make all the execs happy, with a range of humor that's just slightly above Hee Haw. He's corny and phony, but at least he sounds like he listens when people talk to him.
But I digress. It was almost a year ago that Bright Eyes was on Letterman, and the appearance represented a significant achievement for an Omaha boy done good. Even though he's living in NYC a good part of the year, Oberst keeps his Omaha roots firmly in tact. Letterman's one thing, but The Tonight Show's made careers -- a program that caters to family-loving white bread Bush voters throughout the iron, bible and corn belts. I'm sure Leno's bookers thought Bright Eyes would be edgy, but add to that him singing "When the President Talks to God," well, you got yourself a controversy.
Leno must have listened at the rehearsal, because after his monologue and during the guest roundup, he turned to his bandleader and said: "You hear the song he's doing Kevin? I haven't heard a protest song like this you know I grew up in the sixties. I used to do a Jesse Winchester, a Jerry Jeff Walker, and Kris Kristofferson doing these anti-Nixon This is a song that's right up there. This will galvanize the audience. You'll go one way or the other but you will have an opinion when he's done."
I TiVo'd the show, so I fast-forwarded past Wanda Sykes and some fat guy - no idea who he was. Then at the tail end of the show, out trots Conor dressed head to toe in C&W performance gear, complete with a red rhinestone-trimmed western shirt and matching pants, black scarf and black cowboy hat. Breaking the look, of course, was Conor's trademark swoop cut, sticking out like black straw from beneath the brim. During the introduction, Leno said Conor's been compared to a young Dylan and a young Springsteen, and then held up vinyl copies of Wide Awake and Digital Ash - I'm sure there were kids watching who wondered how you play those gigantic CDs.
For what it's worth, this is the best Conor has sounded on TV. With no backing band and just his guitar, he spat out the lyrics like he was daring someone at the network to pull the plug. They didn't, though they blanked out the b-word in the last verse. Then Conor ended the song by saying "Fil mish-mish, fil mish-mish." No idea what it means, though a blog found by a Google search says that it's an Arabic euphemism for "don't hold your breath." Leno looked agitated when he strolled out and said, "Good job," but who knows. He may have just felt rushed, having to thank all of his guests in about 5 seconds. An interesting performance, and I suppose daring for Leno to air it. I doubt Letterman would have done it. Yet another milestone for Bright Eyes...
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I spent my weekend sleeping and blowing my nose having succumbed to a vicious spring cold. In fact, the malady still has me in its grip and will keep me from attending tonight's Supersystem, Thunderbirds are Now!, Coast of Nebraska show at O'Leaver's. Supersystem, btw, used to be the better-named El Guapo. Said I of the band's Oct. 22 show at Sokol Underground when they opened for Q & Not U: "I was somewhat surprised to hear a couple bands that were sort-of, kind-of dance acts. El Guapo more so. I joked that I blamed The Rapture for their sound, but that's probably not fair. The four-piece mixed NYC punk rock with dance beats and programming. I was initially confused by the drum parts -- I thought it was just a really clear, crisp snare. But in fact, they were using a combination of live drums and pre-recorded beats, which worked most of the time. I liked it, but when it comes to this sort of progressive punk-dance stuff, I prefer the live version of Radio 4." Though derivative, certainly worth the $5 cover. Wish I could go.
Tomorrow I'll catch up on all the Internet headlines that have been piling up in my inbox. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some phlegm to attend to...
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It starts tonight when Lincoln invades Omaha with The Killigans, Floating Opera, Tangelo, and Icarian Bird all on one bill for $5. It's part of starcityscene.com's Scenefest 3. Tomorrow night it's back to the basics, with The Third Men (ex-Sons of...), Left is West (Des Moines) and Mal Madrigal. Both shows are at O'Leaver's. And that's about it for the weekend. Note to O'Leaver's management -- update your friggin' online calendar!
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The day after I wrote this piece, the new Rolling Stone arrived in my mailbox explaining how scalpers have made buying tickets to huge concerts like U2 and McCartney nearly impossible. It explains how McCartney could sell out in 14 minutes. It doesn't explain peoples' bad taste in music. By the way, there are eight main floor McCartney tickets on E-bay now with a "starting bid" price of $3,500. What are you waiting for?
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You got to hand it to Trail of Dead. Last time they were through they drew fewer than 300 downstairs at Sokol Underground. Last night they drew around 700 upstairs, evidence that they've crossed that imaginary line that divides the men from the boys on the indie circuit. The tour buses parked on the south side of the building was more evidence. Somehow throughout their rise, I've managed to completely miss this band.
I made an effort to get there early, but still missed the opening band. Not Criteria, but a fourth band that was comprised of some Trail of Dead people and roadies doing acoustic numbers, or so I was told by one of the merch people. It must have been a quick set, because Criteria was on stage by about a quarter to nine. In all honestly, they were the reason I came out last night, hoping to hear some of the new songs off their upcoming Saddle Creek release, which Steve Pedersen announced from the stage has a scheduled street date of Aug. 23.
And play new stuff they did. Though in some ways distinctly different than the old material, fans of the band's debut, En garde, will dig it. The new stuff feels heavier, with thicker melodies and counters. Still, the basic recipe remains the same -- intricate, chugging 5-count riffs repeated in 6/8 or some other triplet meter (count 1-2-3-1-2 / 1-2-3-1-2 over and over). It's these rolling waltz counter lines -- that feel like being on a boat on a rough, wavy sea -- that differentiate Criteria from the other angular punk outfits. That and Pedersen's clear, throaty caterwaul -- vocals that sound like no on one else on the radio, reaching what seems to be an octave above the guitar lines. Pedersen pushes his vocals on every song, his face contorted and red. I don't know how he's going to pull it off night after night over the course of three months or more. I hope to god he's had vocal training to deal with the strain.
The fact that Pedersen's law career kept him off the road when En garde was released gives the band an interesting advantage. The new material while different isn't a great stylistic leap from the old material. It all blends together rather seamlessly. Hence the band will be able to effectively tour as if they released two CDs simultaneously, in many ways more effectively than Bright Eyes can tour its two CDs. I'm assuming that Creek will rerelease En garde along with the new one. Ka-ching!
Regardless of being their first live performance in a lot of months, it was one of the better Criteria sets I've heard. They took full advantage of the huge sound system. And you know what? That AJ Mogis just sounds better and better on vocals. He's becoming a regular Michael Anthony up there. I thought the mix was too bassy, but that's quibbling. It'll be interesting to see how it all sounds down in the Underground May 21.
Next up was Austin band The Sword playing run-of-the-mill Bevis and Butthead-style bass-heavy metal. It sounded like something from the '80s without the high-end opera vocals. Instead, the vocalist flatly moped though his uninteresting melodies while everyone else did their best Steel Dragon moves. Why is this band touring with Trail of Dead?
after about a half-hour break, which
included 10 minutes of stage smoke
and Styx singing "Mr. Roboto,"
on rolled Trail of Dead -- a six-piece
rock band featuring keyboards, two
drum sets (though I only saw them
played at the same time once) and
that weird, pudgy looking lead vocalist.
Maybe it's because I haven't followed
this band from the beginning, but
I just wasn't feeling it last night.
At times their music held a sense
of drama, but it wasn't enough to
keep my attention, and I left after
six songs. Maybe it got better. Anyone
who hung around, feel free to post
a review and tell me what a lunk-head
I was to leave early. The crowd seemed
to love 'em (but then again, they
seemed to love The Sword as well).
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Never underestimate the power of a good band name or a bad one. I honestly believe about half of this band's fanbase was derived from its name alone. And You Will Know Us By the Trail of Dead -- or simply Trail of Dead -- sounds bad-ass right out of the box. It sounds cool when you say it: "Dude, you going to Trail of Dead tonight?" Sounds like you're going to see a death metal band instead of, well, an indie jangle-pop band. Their T-shirt sales must be massive.
I'll probably go to Trail of Dead tonight. My main motivation is seeing opening band Criteria, who are bound to unveil some of the new material from their soon-to-be released Saddle Creek CD. Don't know if they're playing before or after The Sword (probably before), so I recommend you get their early. Show starts at 8 and tix are $15. I'm surprised it isn't sold out yet, quite frankly.
If you don't feel like venturing downtown, mathy art-noise power trio Fromanhole is playing at O'Leavers' tonight after a somewhat lengthy hiatus. Also on the bill is St. Paul's V9R9D and local band Life After Lazer Disc.
I have made the unkind prediction that tonight's Hella show at Sokol Underground will be 1 Percent Production's smallest Underground show of the year, bordering on O'Leaver's territory regarding crowd size. The show has three strikes against it: 1) No one's heard of Hella, which in and of itself isn't much different than a lot of shows down at The Underground, but Hella is on a whole different level, attaining no airplay anywhere 'round these parts, with no members of the duo being "formerly a member of..." a more well-known band. 2) The duo disc the band is supporting is borderline unlistenable, and 3) It's a Monday night, with Trail of Dead tomorrow upstairs. That said, here's what I wrote as a "calendar pick" item for The Reader about tonight's show:
What could save the show is the opening bands: Lincoln's Thunderstandable, a band that includes members of Her Flyaway Manner; and Gloves, the madcap side project of The Show is the Rainbow's Darren Keen. Keen does nothing halfway, which makes this unveiling of his "rock band" worth the price of admission ($8).
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How did I manage to make a choice among the three shows going on last night -- The Stay Awake at The Niner, Aqueduct/Golden Republic at O'Leaver's and M. Ward at Sokol Underground?
The Niner was immediately disqualified because, well, it's the Niner. Bad sound and nowhere to sit on a typical Saturday (the only night they have live music) makes for no fun. And it's always more fun to be at a venue when you know someone there, and I don't. Looks like I'll have to wait to see The Stay Awake, again. I was told that M. Ward had sold 200 advanced tickets, which means it probably was sold out. Sokol Underground on a sold-out evening can be a blast if the act is high-energy. M.Ward is anything but. I've seen him a couple times before and wasn't in the mood for a night of solo acoustic confessionals (which is a nice way of saying I think he's boring live). I wouldn't be surprised if his buddy Oberst took the stage for a guest vocal. If anyone was there, please let us know how it went.
So the decision was actually pretty easy. O'Leaver's bands at least played upbeat rock. When I arrived at around 11 I ran into about a half-dozen people, all of whom asked why I wasn't down at The Underground. Seems the 70 paid had the same idea as me. Last night's show was the last on the Aqueduct/Golden Republic tour, with the bands returning to Denver and Lawrence respectively afterward. It made for a nice bon voyage, and probably explained the somewhat sloppy, if not happy-go-lucky, performances. Aqueduct was more laid back than when they opened for United State of Electronica a few months ago. Upbeat and tuneful, they played somewhat standard indie rock fare. The crowd favorites, unfortunately, were covers of Geto Boys' "Damn It Feels Good to be a Gangsta" and Journey's "Don't Stop Believing" -- lots of drunk people with their fists in the air.
This was my first exposure to Golden Republic, and they came off as sort of a poor man's Spoon, which is probably exactly what they weren't going for. Lead singer Ben Grimes vocally does a spot-on Britt Daniel, and some of the songs even had Spoon-like "ewws." Dance-y indie rock appears to be in vogue these days. Their best song was the set closer highlighted by a long repeated riff, one of the few times I got into what they were doing.
Tonight is Q & Not U and The Apes at Sokol Underground. If I get my column written, I might drop in.
Lotsa shows this weekend, mostly at Sokol Underground. Tonight it's a hip-hop offering with Atmosphere, Grayskul and P.O.S. -- Atmosphere, I'm told, is at the epicenter of the underground hip-hop movement, part of the Rhymesayers Entertainment crew. Personal critical mentor Robert Christgau gave their just released Headshots: Se7en a "B Plus," saying "Slug is so excited to discover how much rhyme he has in him that his creative optimism revs Ant's subtle tracks. He's not inventing alt-rap. But he might as well be." $15, 9 p.m.
If you're in Lincoln, Scenefest 3 is going on at Duffy's featuring For Against -- that band alone is worth the drive down.
Not such an easy decision tomorrow night with three quality shows worth checking out. The top of the list is M. Ward at Sokol Underground with DeVotchKa and Norfolk & Western. I wouldn't be surprised if there were some "special guests" showing up for this one. $10, 9 p.m. Meanwhile at O'Leaver's, Kansas City's The Golden Republic is playing with Aqueduct, who were just here with United State of Electronica last month. More people danced for USE, but Aqueduct was the better band (see review). $5, 9:30 (cheap!). Then there's the sleeper show: The Coast of Nebraska and The Stay Awake at The 49'r. The Stay Awake, featuring renowned musician/soundman Steve Micek (Mariannes), has been rather elusive throughout its career, and I wouldn't be surprised if something weird happens and this show gets canceled or moved or something. SomedayNever says this show is $3 and will get going around 9:30 (I doubt it, try 10:30).
Oh yeah, for all you tree-huggers out there, Earth Day festivities are going on noon to 6 in Elmwood, with Anchondo, Anonymous Americans (sic), Michael Murphy, Nifty 250, and Surcos slated to perform. Pick up a free tree while you're there.
Sunday is Q and Not U, The Apes, Food For Animals, & Manhunter at Sokol Underground. I originally wanted to write a feature on The Apes for The Reader but they nixed it. The Apes are a D.C. garage punk band that toured with The Liars back when The Liars were good. They recorded a couple CDs on Frenchkiss before moving to Birdman. $8, 9 p.m.
Those of you who don't read the Omaha World-Herald every morning may not know that Saddle Creek announced that it's looking to build Slowdown -- their bar/music hall/office megaplex -- downtown as part of the so-called north-downtown development project. The article (you have to register to read it) doesn't give hardly any details that we didn't already know. Creek manager Jason Kulbel acknowledged that he was excited by the "possibility" of being part of the revitalization project, and the article said that if "all goes as planned, Slowdown could be open sometime in 2006." Then Kulbel added, "It's not a done deal by any means."
The north downtown location has been rumored practically since the day after the Metcalf Park neighborhood association ran the Creek crew out of their neighborhood. One rumor had it being located near 14th and Webster on a piece of land that's dissected by a rail spur. A more recent rumor has it located further west, near 19th and Cuming. My guess is no location has been set in stone and that the City just wants some sort of commitment from Creek, and are willing to give away land to get it. The whole downtown development project, unveiled earlier this week, seems pretty iffy to me -- especially the new baseball stadium, which would leave a lot of people scratching their heads over why we're keeping the mammoth Rosenblatt Stadium empty 48 weeks out of the year...
This week's column is a rehash of Sunday's blog entry -- a review of the Mercy Rule/Frontier Trust split 7-inch release show at The Brothers last Saturday. If you're a daily reader, you might want to skip the rest, however a few additional comments are thrown in while other stuff was cut due to The Reader's word-count limit. I include it here again for the sake of completeness, and to give you a chance to compare and contrast the blog style with the column style (all of this, of course, will be on The Final, which will be a take-home essay. I expect Blue Books on my desk by the last day of the semester ).
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A couple wee shows tonight. The Locust brings the noise to Sokol Underground tonight with Lincoln phenom The Show Is the Rainbow and Luminoso Lashikar. That show's $8 and starts at 9. Meanwhile, Mars Black is playing a tune-up show in prep for his upcoming opening slot on the Bright Eyes/Faint tour. Also on the bill: Jamaaz, Breathless, Surreal, Buck Bowen and Humanity's Last at the soon-to-be-closed Ranch Bowl. $6' 8:30. That's all for now...
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No feature tomorrow, and this week's column will be a rehash of The Brothers' show review I posted Sunday. And it also looks like a quiet week for shows, which means I'll be focusing on CD reviews for the rest of the week. Anyway, here's some Internet stuff for your perusal:
-- I just discovered a rather negative review of Todd Grant's Duffy's show earlier this month (read it here). Looks like our friends at the Daily Nebraskan aren't fans.
-- Glancing at the SLAMOmaha calendar, looks like the folks in Shelterbelt are on a tour of some of the hardest hardcore polka cities in the country -- Ames tonight, Cedar Falls tomorrow, Waukesha and Madison Thursday, Oshkosh Friday, Green Bay Saturday, Des Moines Sunday. Grab a brat for me, boys.
-- They're loving ol' Conor down under. Here's a review of the April 5 Prince of Wales show. "We love you Conor!"
-- Pitchfork dismembered the new Mars Black CD, giving it a 2.5 out of 10 (here). Ouch.
-- And critical mentor Robert Christgau's latest Consumer Guide went online at the Village Voice (here). He can't get enough of those Rhymesayers artists.
It seems only fitting that The Brothers was the venue for last night's Mercy Rule/Frontier Trust split 7-inch release show. Tre and his wife are the last bastions of the '90s punk-rock scene in Omaha, living reminders of The Capitol Bar and Grill, looking and acting no different than they did back in the day. The Brothers, however, is no Capitol, and has no intention of every being The Capitol. Instead, it's your typical laid-back hang-out lounge, with the best jukebox in town and a permanent odor that's a combination of smoke, sweat, piss, spilled drinks and bathroom cleaner -- i.e., it smells like an old lounge. It's a far cry from a live music venue, and when this show was first announced, with Bill Hoover and Ted Stevens/Mayday opening, I figured it would be uncomfortably crowded, smoky with spotty sound.
In fact, it wasn't that crowded at all. I found some friends hanging out back by the pool table and leaned against it all night, providing a perfect view of the pseudo stage set up in the far back corner beneath the dart board. I got there just in time to see Hoover's last couple songs (I missed Mayday completely). Hoover is sporting a rock band these days, with Lincoln Dickison (The Monroes) on guitar, and they're pretty good. I have no idea what he's going to do with it; if it was a one-off thing or a new project. Afterward, the drumset was dismantled and the area cleared for Frontier Trust, which was really Half Trust, featuring only Gary Dean Davis and Bill Thornton. No bass player, and our man Double Joe shacked up somewhere in Portland (though he apparently called in and heard part of the set via a held-up cell phone).
The weird, funny thing about it was that Gary didn't sound or look any different than he did a decade ago; he still has that same off-pitch bellow which he yells into a microphone gripped like he's strangling a bunny, yelling right in its frightened, furry face words about politics, unemployment, girls, swimming holes and race cars. A slightly shaggy Thornton hadn't changed much either, sporting the same walkabout stroll as he peddled his axe with a smile. It was easily the longest Frontier Trust set I've ever seen (and I've seem more than my share over the years). Davis and Thornton dipped into their full body of work, from all the singles off One Hour, Caufield, and Faye, as well as the full-length (including everyone's favorite, the one about the swimming hole). The crowd ate it up.
Although it goes without saying (but I know there are a few out there who haven't heard Frontier Trust before), Davis' current incarnation, The Monroes, is a natural progression from the Frontier Trust days, just like Frontier Trust was taken from the loins of Pioneer Disaster. That said, if you own a Monroes CD you'd be well-served to pick up the new split, available at Antiquarium, Drastic and probably Homer's.
Mercy Rule didn't get started until 12:30, probably because they had to set up those famous floor lights that became their trademark "stage look" throughout the years. For this gig, it was only Heidi Ore and Jon Taylor. As Heidi explained from the microphone, "Ron is in New York, where he's making money, has a girlfriend and has a band." That comment was met with plenty of whoops and laughter. The time machine has been good to Heidi and Jon. Heidi looks like she just walked off the stage at Harry Mary's circa 1993, Jon's put on a few pounds but carries it with vigor, looking like a farmdad with his crewcut and nerd glasses.
You have to remember why Mercy Rule was so important to everyone in Omaha and Lincoln back in the '90s. Along with Frontier Trust, and a few other bands like mousetrap and Ritual Device, they were doing the impossible; they were putting out music that was uniquely theirs, and doing it on a national label -- Relativity -- and performing it all over the country. I always thought they were going to be the next break-out act from the Midwest because their songs were so powerful, yet personal. The trick to Mercy Rule's music was the combination of guitar angst, Albertson's hard-fisted drumming all offset by Heidi's throaty girlie voice singing lyrics that were personal but not necessarily confessional. They were anthems to individuality, love songs about hope that any schmuck could understand and identify with, without a sticky layer of sentimentality or treacle. The fact that Relativity screwed them didn't stop them from putting out a career-topping LP, The Flat Black Chronicles, on Caulfield. After that, they could move on, comforted in the fact that they created a masterwork that stands as an icon to mid-90s Nebraska music and as good as anything released nationally at the time.
Seeing them on stage again was a thrill for everyone there. Oh sure, it was great to see Gary and Bill playing the old favorites again, but Mercy Rule... well, it may never happen again. Heidi and Jon's lives have moved in a direction where rock and roll is only an interesting tangent, a direction that they've chosen even though they still have the chops and voice to make a go at it again if they wanted to. Heidi never sounded better, and Jon was in his usual maniacal form, his guitar slung to his knees, bent over, chopping like a steam locomotive pushrod in full throttle.
set lasted until around 1:30. They
played songs off Flat Black,
God Protects Fools, Providence
and the singles. It was fun, though
Ron was sorely missed. I never realized
just how much he adds to these songs,
and now realize why no one could ever
replace him. Their track on the split
single, "Don't Let It Go,"
is a real treasure, among the better
songs from their oeuvre, pure pop-punk
with huge, chiming guitars, a great
mid-song break featuring Jon and Ron,
and Heidi belting out the line "Never
let it walk out the door / Never let
it leave your life." A fitting
message for what will likely be the
last song they'll ever release.
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I walked around after the Dapose/Precious Metal set and asked as many people as I knew what they thought of it. The reactions were somewhat mixed. Most people didn't get it, certainly not the ones that never heard this style of music before. One guy told me it was the worst thing he'd heard so far this year, but that guy likes bands that resemble the Black Crowes, so what does he know? I asked one guy that I know is a real metal fan, and he dug it, said it was more "black metal" than "death metal." Another guy told me the music conjured the vision of a snake that had just been run over by a car, spastically flipping and turning onto itself, writhing in pain until it flopped over one last time and stopped.
For me, Precious Metal was unnerving, unsettling and somewhat disturbing, which I suppose is what it was supposed to be. Dapose stood on stage in his red Wolf Eyes T-shirt with downturned, bouncing head and played his electric guitar like it was violin, his fingers making odd contortions, stretching to pull notes from either end of the fret board. Meanwhile, a lap-top computer played prerecorded dark, distorted synths and rhythms that moved at about a million miles an hour -- faster than a machine gun and 100 times as loud, the beats rattled my chest and made me feel slightly nauseous. Above it all, Dapose would lean into the microphone and do a voice-of-doom growl that was indecipherable except for its assumed anger. Who knows, maybe he was singing about how much he loves Panera Bread or the joys of spring.
I asked the soundguy if this is what death metal sounds like. He said it was closer to industrial, which I could understand. Dapose's prerecorded cacophony was almost analytical in its approach, derived by breaking down 4's and triplets to fractions of a beat and stringing the pounding evenly throughout each movement very mechanically, cold and precise. The hyper-sonic guitar lines were strings of minor-key arpeggios and distortion, like an avant guard classical pastiche. About halfway through the set, Dapose played a series of sustained notes that changed the dynamics briefly, like watching the eye of a hurricane slide overhead, knowing the worst part of the storm is always on the back end.
I am the last person you or anyone should ask about death metal. That said, this isn't what I expected. It left me queer-headed and off-balance, like drinking caffeine until your hands shake (and mine were literally shaking afterward). That said, I thought the mix was rough. At times I couldn't hear the guitar, which was too low throughout the entire set, drowned out by the hyper-staccato backing track. The vocals also were lost in the midrange haze. As disarming as the rhythms were, I'd like to hear Dapose play it all again with only his guitar and vocals.
I have to believe that if more people knew that last night's Beep Beep show was the last show the band would be playing in 2005 that more would have shown up instead of the 153 paid. That was the announcement that Chris Hughes made from the stage after their first song, that this was the last time the band would be playing songs off Business Casual, maybe forever, but certainly for '05. With bassist Joel Petersen headed out on the road to play with The Faint and Bright Eyes throughout the summer, and then drummer Mike Sweeney headed out this fall with Criteria, Beep Beep won't be seeing any stage action, instead Hughes and Bemberger will write the next album, which they've already started, and which they say will be better than Business Casual. Cocky words.
Like the rare professional athletes that end their careers at the top of their game, Beep Beep closed out the year at the top of theirs. Anyone who hasn't seen this band since the fall of 2003 is missing something special. The road has honed their sound as tightly as two clenched -- if not somewhat sissy -- fists. Bemberger's stage outfit adds new meaning to the word "fey" -- glittery breast-revealing girl's top, slacks and shiny black Mary Janes (FYI, I could see no visible panty lines). One guy who doesn't understand fashion yelled from the crowd "nice sweater" -- the chump. Add to the wardrobe Bemberger's dinosaur-arms swagger and retarded-guy snarl and you got yourself the most unique stage performer since the New York Dolls. I will miss seeing this band, and now have another reason to look forward to '06.
Tonight: A show of historic proportions at The Brothers: Heidi Ore and Jon Taylor of Mercy Rule along with Gary Dean Davis and Bill Thornton of Frontier Trust performing together again for the first time since probably the mid-'90s. The event is the release of a Mercy Rule/Frontier Trust 7-inch on Speed! Nebraska Records. It's not a reissue, as the songs have never been released before. I don't want to hype this show too much because getting in will be tough enough as is. The openers alone are worth $20 let alone the $5 cover: Ted Stevens a.k.a. Mayday and Bill Hoover. I'm told that Tre will be particularly careful not to go over the room's limit -- which is around 150. That means getting there early -- it'll be a long night of rock.
At the same time, there are two other very hot shows going on tonight: Kite Pilot and The Philharmonic at The 49'r; and the Sarah Benck CD release show with Anonymous American at Mick's. As good as those shows are, I doubt they'll siphon any of the draw from The Brothers.
As mentioned Wednesday, Precious Metal is Dapose from The Faint's one-man death metal project, which you can read about in detail here. He opens tonight's Sokol Underground show featuring Bombardment Society and Beep Beep at 9 p.m., which means you have to get there early. Beep Beep's Jan 28 show sold out, and this one will likely do the same. The only other show in town: According to The Reader, Charlie Burton and the Dorothy Lynch Mob are playing at Trovato's.
A brief reminder that today is tax day. There is nowhere to hide where they can't find you, so just pay up.
Maybe the most interesting information from my brief, 5-minute phone call with Mike Brannan was the fact that he's working on a couple new band projects. Prior to backing Todd Grant down at Sokol Underground a month or so ago I hadn't heard him play guitar in years. He's good. He said his new projects are a bit twangier than his usual stuff. Like everything else involving Brannan, we'll just have to wait and see what materializes.
Tonight, go out and buy yourself a set of industrial-strength earplugs because Atlanta grindcore band Mastodon hits the Sokol Underground stage with Burning Brides and Early Man. The band's 2004 voice-of-doom epic, Leviathan, has been heralded as being on the forefront of heavy heavy-metal's inevitable return. $14; 9 p.m.
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Most of the interviews used for the Precious Metal story that I just put online (read it here) were actually conducted last October, shortly after The Faint completed a European tour in support of the then just-released Wet from Birth. I had intended to write a feature on The Faint exclusively for Lazy-i (The Faint article for The Reader in support of Wet From Birth had, in fact, already been assigned to a different writer), but didn't want to run it until a week before a talked-about winter Faint show that was to be held at a venue other than Sokol Auditorium. That show never materialized, and neither did the story. Then along came this Precious Metal show, a project that Dapose and I had spent most of the interview talking about along with his background in death metal. I did a brief follow-up interview Sunday, and voila! here we are.
Needless to say, a ton of the original 2,500-word interview wasn't used, including more detail on how Dapose got involved with The Faint and how that band approaches rehearsals as more than just a band practice, but as a way of communicating art, culture and other interests among themselves. It's already formatted as a Q&A, which I'll probably put online in its entirety sometime before the upcoming Faint/Bright Eyes show in May.
Left out of this piece from the follow-up interview is Dapose's description of what you'll be seeing from Precious Metal on Friday night. Though he's among the team responsible for the videos used as part of The Faint's live shows, there won't be any multimedia elements used for Precious Metal. "I never even considered doing a multimedia thing for this project," Dapose said. "I really want it to be about the music -- the performance of man and machine."
I asked him if he'd be nervous standing
up there all alone surrounded by equipment
instead of band members. "I suppose
so," he said. "It's not
a normal thing for any band to have
just one person. I guess I feel comfortable
with the music. I'm looking at it
as if I'm the piano man at a bar,
though it'll definitely have a different
feel from that." In other words,
don't expect to hear Dapose belt out
a cover of Billy Joel's "She's
Always a Woman." A word of warning
-- get to the show by 9 p.m. If the
order stands as posted on the One
Percent Productions site, Precious
Metal will go on first, and Marc and
Jim have been rigorous about starting
their shows on time this year.
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It's a quiet week as far as shows are concerned. Nothing really worth mentioning until The Mastodon show Thursday, which is followed by Beep Beep on Friday and the Mercy Rule/Frontier Trust reunion show at The Brothers on Saturday. Speaking of the Beep Beep show, look for an interview with The Faint's Dapose, a.k.a. Precious Metal, online here tomorrow morning. Precious Metal will debut as one of the opening acts for Beep Beep, along with Bombardment Society.
Headlinewise, looks like our boy Bright Eyes has been invited to play the Glastonbury festival, along with Kylie Minogue, Coldplay and The White Stripes. He'll be on the "John Peel Stage" for emerging acts, including Ryan Adams and Willie Mason. Read about it here. In other Conor Oberst news, seems he's become the posterchild for the so-called "hipster gay" look, according to this item in Metro Weekly.
That's it for now, other than I've been grooving on the new untitled E.P. by the Pomonas that showed up in my mail this weekend. Someone should sign those guys or at least get them another show at O'Leaver's.
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Point of fact: When it rains, it's hot inside O'Leaver's. Crazy hot. Humid. Smoky. Unpleasant. Thank god I only wore a t-shirt. I could have used a pair of shorts, though. The pouring rain and the fact that it was a school night didn't deter fans from coming out -- it was pleasantly crowded -- but not crazy crowded -- just crowded enough to raise the temperature inside the club to sweat-inducing proportions. Apparently it's still too early in the year for O'Leaver's to crank the A/C.
Enough about the weather. I got there just as Kite Pilot began cranking into a set that a featured a couple new ones mixed in with songs from last year's EP, which were met with cheers of recognition and even a few people singing along. Instrumentally, they were on the mark, with drummer Corey Broman behind the set once again. The vocals, however, were more off-key than usual, maybe due to the band's enthusiasm at playing to such a large crowd. Afterward, I watch Broman tear down his drum set -- he was soaked to the skin.
Between sets, people crowded around the open doors, hoping to get a breeze but staying out of the soaker. I began remembering last year's Saddle Creek floods and kept an eye on my car for fear that it might float down the street. Surprisingly, a handful of people left before the six-man version of Okkervil River took the stage at around midnight. Apparently they hadn't read The New York Times article that came out Saturday heralding the band as a return to literate rock, written by Saddle Creek head cheerleader Kelefa Sanneh. They opened with a song I never heard before that fed into "For Real," the pounding opener from their new CD. Frontman Will Sheff looked like a wet, inebriated cat, his wig-like hair eventually sticking to his forehead. Like any good crowd, people kept bringing him shots, which he gulped with gusto. By the time they got to their traditional closer, "Okkervil River Song," Sheff was a slurring mess, while the rest of his crew looked primed ready to tear the place apart.
figured most of the set would be dedicated
to their new CD, but I only recognized
a couple songs from the new one, maybe
one from Down the River...
while most of the set came from Don't
Fall in Love... (their defacto
a signature album), including "Red,"
"Kansas City," "Westfall"
and "Okkervil Song." Sheff
topped the evening off with a solo
acoustic number. By the time I got
out of there, the rain had stopped.
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The shows ahead for this weekend worth checking out:
-- Tonight: Anonymous American, Five Story Fall, Kyle Harvey at Arthur's, 80th & Dodge. Growing up, Arthur's was the meat market for the older crowd -- that meant scoping-out 30-ish tail, back in the day when 30 seemed so old. Anyway, it's been brought to my attention that this will be the last original live music show for Arthur's. $5, 9:30.
-- Saturday: The Monroes, The Diplomats of Solid Sound, The Spring Hill Mine Disaster at The 49'r. They're calling the showcase "Estrus vs. Speed Nebraska! Episode III: Revenge of the Scythe" and for good reason. Monroes are on Speed! while The Diplomats have a new one coming out on Estrus. No pricing information for this one, but it'll probably be $5 and start around 10. More details here.
-- Saturday: VHS or Beta, Electric Six at Sokol Underground. A night of guitar-fueled disco rock a la Duran Duran. $10, 9 p.m.
-- Saturday: If you're heading east, you might want to check out The Street Urchins with Axes to the Sky and Filthy Few at Mike's Place, 162 W Broadway in beautiful Council Bluffs. I've been told by a couple folks who've played at Mike's that it's actually a pretty decent venue. $5, 9 p.m.
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A few notes before we get to this week's column. It appears that someone identifying himself as Ranch Bowl operator Mike Brannan has posted on SLAM Omaha -- Omaha's music scene gossip board -- that the Ranch Bowl will finally be closed and torn down. "Yes, we have made a deal to redevelop the site, it was finalized Monday," posts mb/ranchbowl. "Closing details will be released as known and we will share them asap... I look forward to putting the first proper mid sized music venue online in Omaha. I think it's long overdue..." Apparently plans to renovate the old facility were scrapped because they "lacked the local goodwill required for us to make the additional investments required."
If it's true (and everything seems to indicate that it is), it could mean some big changes for the Omaha music scene. Rumors have been rumbling that Brannan has already identified a downtown site for a new mid-sized music venue (and he also recently purchased Caffeine Dreams at 45th and Farnam). Add to that talk of yet another new indie-rock venue being announced this month by another developer and you have a veritable music revolution on your hands... More to come.
Tonight, Handsome Boy Modeling School with Buck 65 and Rondo Brothers at Sokol Underground. I'm told that this version of Handsome will include Prince Paul and Dan "The Automator" Nakamura, which make this a must-see show for any alt hip-hop fan. Interestingly, the Handsome Boy site says the show will be held at Sokol Aud, but I'm told it will, in fact, be down in the Underground. This is an early one: 8 p.m., $15.
Speaking of Sokol, this week's column is a tale spun from last week's Mountain Goats show, drawn from a number of sources, not the least of which is Matt Whipkey, mentioned in the column.
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Rumors that Criteria signed to Saddle Creek were flying all over the place at Saturday night's Tim Kasher show at O'Leaver's. Criteria frontman Stephen Pedersen all but confirmed the rumor that night, but I still wanted to get the word from Creek itself. It came yesterday when label guy Jason Kulbel confirmed that Saddle Creek Records will indeed be releasing Criteria's next CD, which is already in the can. No firm release date yet, though it'll probably drop sometime in the late summer/early fall. Asked to comment, Pedersen simply said "Criteria is very very very... excited." And why not? Pedersen had said Saturday that being the label was a dream come true. But make no mistake about it, the signing also is a coup for Saddle Creek. It's no secret that labels have been sniffing around the band since they flew out to New York for an industry recon mission more than a year ago. Criteria fills a hard rock void created at Saddle Creek when Cursive went on what some are saying is a permanent hiatus. Rumor has it that the new Criteria album is one of the best things to come out of this town in a long time. We'll have to wait to find out though I'm sure we'll get a sneak preview of the tunes when the band opens for Trail of Dead at Sokol Auditorium April 26.
Now on to this week's "cover story": I just placed online an interview with Okkervil River's Will Sheff (read it here). Will, one of the nicest guys I've ever interviewed, talked about the band's new CD, Black Sheep Boy, and their ongoing struggle to stay financially afloat despite being critics' darlings. Since I first interviewed Sheff in 2002 (read that one here) the band has emerged as a real force in the indie-folk world. I figured they'd become big rock stars, but in fact, Sheff says they've never been poorer, which is a shame.
Some details that didn't make it into the story: Brian Beattie, the guy who produced their benchmark album, Don't Fall in Love with Everyone you Meet, is back behind the knobs for Black Sheep Boy. Beattie charges a one-time fee for recording, which all but eliminates the clock ticking on the studio meter. "You pay up front and you can take as long as you want," Sheff said of Beattie's studio. "And if you don't like it, you fix it. His studio provided a real organic environment. We had some tracks where we all played simultaneously. Some of my favorite albums, like Neil Young's On the Beach, were all tracked live, which provides a lot of grit and humanity to the performances."
Is Black Sheep Boy a concept album? Sheff says he guesses it probably is. "A lot of times concept records don't work," he said. "Pink Floyd's The Wall, for example, really doesn't hold together, while Lou Reed's Berlin feels more complete and evocative, with elements that go in other directions. I didn't want this record to tie together into a nice little package. I let it be messy and unfinished. You can be really familiar with the artistic process, but a lot of it comes from places you don't understand. In my mind, I didn't try to create a story or try to figure out who the Black Sheep Boy is; I thought about how the songs fit together and how the imagery could be woven throughout all the songs."
Fair enough. This is the fourth time Okkervil River's been through Omaha. The first two times were gigs at The Junction, which Sheff said was "crappy." Then they played an impromptu gig at California Taco before finally landing a show at Sokol Underground. "I said to myself 'We finally made it.'" That said, Sheff was concerned that maybe the band took a step backwards with O'Leaver's, that is until I told him that Tim Kasher, The Silos and a host of other great bands have played there recently. "Wow, that's good news," he said "Now I'm psyched." The show is this Sunday. Don't miss it.
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Those of you in Omaha, make sure you get out there and vote. End of public service announcement.
Look for an interview with Okkervil River online right here tomorrow morning. The band's new CD, Black Sheep Boy, goes on sale today. It's a return to the tuneful songwriting that was heard on their first Jagjaguwar release, Don't Fall in Love with Everyone You Meet, and hence, is a must-have.
A few other observations on this warm April morning;
-- I noticed that Kasabian has already sold their hit, "Club Foot," to Pontiac and that it's being used in new commercials, one of which aired last night during The Finals (Congratulations Roy Williams and the Kansas Jayhawks! er, North Carolina Tarhills! I had you going down two rounds ago). I predict we will all quickly get sick of this song now, unfortunately. I also noticed that Kasabian has rolled out a live version of "Club Foot" on video that's receiving airplay on MTV2 (I have a feeling they won't be bringing that gear to Omaha). You add it all up, and the May 29 Sokol Underground show is going to sell out. It's only April, and Kasabian has arguably released the single of the year. Oh yeah, the band is currently selling out all of its UK shows. The new Radiohead?
-- CMT -- that's Country Music Television for all you Yankees -- is showing a "Behind the Music"-style documentary called "Controversy: Johnny Cash vs. Music Row," which is a must see. The hour-long "rockumentary" was broadcast last night and is a scathing criticism of Nashville's treatment of Cash throughout his career but especially during his Rick Ruben years, when the CMA and country radio failed to recognize his American Recordings releases as "country music," though they arguably were some of the most important C&W records released from the mid-'90s on. It's being rebroadcast this Friday at 7 p.m. CT.
-- The first REM/Bright Eyes reviews are in from Australia, including this brief one from theage.com. They like our boy down under.
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I got there early and dug in for the evening along the railing with my Rolling Rock and I'd be damned if I was going to move a foot all night. It was already crowded at around 10 just as the first band -- a wonky indie outfit called The End of the World -- was about to take the stage. Within an hour the place was at capacity and then some. People crushed ass-to-crotch from my railing to the bar to the back wall, all to see a rare acoustic set by The Good Life's Tim Kasher. All the "cool kids" were there, including about half of Saddle Creek Records' stable). Temple, who I featured last week (here), knew it was going to be packed, and knew very few if any were there to hear his music. Still, why not take advantage of the situation like any other sane up-and-coming singer/songwriter?
The End of the World's music was standard indie rock fare, with a stylish frontman and a backing band that seemed ill-at-ease on stage. Most of their songs were influenced by the usual indie-rock suspects (Pixies, Strokes, My Bloody Valentine) and the vocal lines sounded like they had been improvised during band practice, gliding over the chord changes with little variance. The drummer was barely audible other than his cymbals and his rat-a-tat snare like a kitten running across the roof of a car.
I thought Temple was going to do a mostly solo acoustic set. Instead, the world-enders acted as his backing band. At one point, there were four guys playing guitars on stage. Who knows why. Temple's music, though somewhat ornate and flowery on CD, is relatively simple and doesn't require a lot of guitars. The times when the fewest people played along were the best. By the end of this set, the crowd had grown to maximum largesse and had the proper roar to accompany it. Temple ignored it completely, despite being drowned out during his closer.
Then came Todd Grant and Kasher. I didn't even know that Grant was supposed to play last night, and he sounded like he didn't know, either. Though the two came on stage together, they played separately -- Grant doing a set of six or seven songs, starting with an apology about his inebriated condition. Even in that state and though struggling to get the crowd's attention (a lost cause), there was a heartbreaking quality that burned through his songs, almost as if the alcohol and crowd frustration added a necessary layer to his music's down-and-out pathos. There is something great and tragic about Grant and his songs.
Kasher didn't get behind the microphone until at least 12:30, and he didn't sing a note until about a quarter to one. I think I've mentioned here before that although I've interviewed every band on the Saddle Creek roster -- some of them three or four times -- I really don't know these guys. I don't hang out with them, I don't party with them. They're all nice guys and gals, but I just don't fly in their circles, only occasionally bumping into them at Sokol or O'Leaver's shows. That said, I couldn't tell you if Kasher was loaded or not. He seemed loaded, but his slight slur and slouch could just have been his natural solo-performance posture.
The whole time while Grant was struggling with the crowd, Kasher had sat right off the side and listened. And burned. When he finally got up there, he was in no mood to put up with the noise, which by then had reached soccer-crowd proportions.
I can't remember everything he said or exactly how he said it. It went something like, "There's a good thing going on musically in Omaha these days. But there's also a 'scene' that's grown up around it. And now people are coming to shows to be part of that scene, not to listen to music, and it sucks." Again, I'm paraphrasing here. "I know a lot of you came here to get laid and I'm all for getting laid, but some people actually came here for some music." And "Screw it. Being a musician means playing for yourself, so I'm doing this for myself." Etc, etc...
Then he introduced his first song, saying he'd just finished writing the lyrics that day. That it was a quiet song. That it required a certain quietness from the audience. He began playing the first three chords, and playing them and playing them and playing them, then said something like, "You get the gist of the song? I'm going to keep doing this until I get people's attention." Zero impact. He kept playing the chords for a few more minutes while continuing his rather funny diatribe aimed at the roar in the back of the bar. It was like watching an Andy Kaufman routine, and Kasher was in true Kaufmanesque form. Finally, he quietly played the song, a classically simple Kasher tune with central the lyric "Don't leave me hear hanging on this picket fence."
Then Kasher turned it up a notch, challenging the bar to a fight, saying he had planned on buying everyone a shot if the show went well, but that now he just wanted everyone to shut the f___ up and he didn't care if he pissed anyone off, that he wasn't afraid of getting bruised in the face or a few broken ribs. He's 30 now, he's seen it all, been there/done that. His Kaufman rant turned into a Henry Rollins routine delivered with a smile. At one point, Grant went up behind him and mock hit Kasher in the back with his guitar, telling him to shut up and sing.
By 1 o'clock, Kasher had sung maybe three songs, all very quiet numbers, all held their own in the cloud of bar noise. See, I don't know if the whole thing was a joke or if he was pissed (both emotionally and physically). He'd warmed up as the crowd began to settle down toward the end. When he finished his last song at around 1:20, the crowd had finally died. Kasher had won, sort of.
was a weird, wild ride, and in retrospect,
probably exactly what Kasher had in
mind. Or maybe he hadn't. Either way,
it was memorable.
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Hey, what gives -- I don't go to Maria Taylor Wednesday and I skip The Mountain Goats last night? Just catching up on some sleep, kids. Like I said yesterday, anyone who has a couple minutes and the inspiration please give us a brief review of last night's Mountain Goats show here. I do plan on attending a show or two this weekend, but not starting tonight. Tomorrow night is Luke Temple at O'Leaver's with The End of the World and Tim Kasher. Should be a mob scene. Then Sunday night is a five-band show at Sokol Underground with Juliana Theory, Zao, Open Hand, The Takeover UK, & Sinai Beach. Emo band Juliana is now on Epic after being on Tooth & Nail for years. According to AMG, Zao is a Christian band. I've never heard of the others. Is this a Christian punk rock show? Well, it might be appropriate, considering that the pope is apparently on his last leg...
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As a sidenote to this column, it seems like the number of bands from Nebraska that get accepted to South by Southwest continues to dwindle. This year it was only Statistics and The '89 Cubs, and the Cubs canceled. Last year it was Statistics and Criteria. A few years ago Saddle Creek hosted a SXSW showcase, but it's been years since the label has done anything that (though they had initially intended to do one this year). I just don't know how relevant SXSW is anymore, but it still sounds like a good time:
Big show tonight at Sokol Underground featuring The Mountain Goats with The Prayers and Tears of Arthur Digby Sellers and Kyle Harvey. $8, 9 p.m. Don't miss it. I didn't make it out to see Maria Taylor last night (if anyone did, please give us a review here). I did go to the Todd Solondz film Palindromes at the Dundee Theater. It wasn't sold out but it was close to it. And it was very much like going to a Creek show at Sokol -- I saw members from four Creek bands in the audience, and well as other local hipsters, not the least of which was Academy Award Winner Mike Hill. Despite what you may have read in The New York Times, the film is far from a senseless, grueling downer; but I'm sure my viewpoint was skewed screening it with this audience, which laughed at damn near everything. Solondz took questions afterward for about an hour, sounding like a young, even more neurotic version of Woody Allen. The Dundee should try to do this sort of thing more often.
I just placed an interview/profile of singer/songwriter Luke Temple online (read it here). He talks about his origins as a musician, his music, etc. I mentioned to Temple that even though so far on his tour he might have only played for small crowds to expect a SRO attendance at his O'Leaver's show Saturday. "Yeah, I've been told that," he said, already aware that Tim Kasher was the opening act. Seems Kasher is pals with some of the guys from The End of the World, Temple's co-headliner/touring band.
Tonight's main attraction is Maria Taylor (Azure Ray), Steve Bartolomei and Dan McCarthy at The Goofy Foot (10th & Pacific). If I go, I'll give a rundown on the whole place in tomorrow's review. But there's a good chance I won't make it down there tonight. The Todd Solondz film Palindromes his having a special showing tonight at The Dundee Theater with Solondz in attendance answering questions following the screening. It's only $5, but I don't know if you can buy advance tickets (and knowing the dark themes in the film, if you'd need to, anyway). Then there's Mike Tulis' monthly Movie at O'Leaver's night tonight, featuring We're All Devo. Read about the film and event here.
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Well, it appears that tonight's Turbo A.C.'s show at O'Leaver's has been canceled. Tomorrow night's show will replace it, which means The Cops, Little Brazil and Kyle Harvey will be playing tonight at O'Leaver's. Tomorrow night is Mike Tulis' monthly rock movie night at O'Leaver's featuring the film We're All Devo. Read about it here.
Welcome back from another long, boring Easter holiday. When will Easter become a drinking holiday like New Year's Eve and St. Patrick's Day? It can't happen soon enough
I spent mine writing CD reviews. Check out the Reviews Matrix for about 20 new capsule reviews. Look for the symbol for the latest ones. Many more to come.
A feature on Seattle singer/songwriter Luke Temple goes online at Lazy-i tomorrow morning. Temple is playing at O'Leaver's Saturday night with co-headliners The End of the World. Oh, and Tim Kasher (The Good Life) just happens to be opening. Damn, and I wanted to go to this one -- looks like another evening spent in the parking lot
Speaking of O'Leaver's, New York's The Turbo A.C.'s are playing there tonight with 7 Shot Screamers and Zyklon Bees. Turbo plays "The finest surf guitar-injected punkrock since 1996" according to their website. Their last record, 2003's Automatic, was produced by The Dwarves' Blag Dahlia and was released on Gearhead. Rockabilly/horrorbilly band 7 Shot Screamers hails from St. Louis and loves The Cramps. This is another last-minute O'Leaver's booking, as the show doesn't even appear on Turbo's tour page (They play at Hairy Mary's tomorrow night).
Catching up on some old e-mail, our friends Anonymous American got a brief write up in the Minneapolis/St. Paul City Pages (read it here). Now that they've conquered Minneapolis, AA needs to book a few days in New York and L.A.
has it that The Goofy Foot down on
10th and Pacific (the old Neon Goose)
is becoming something of a hot-spot.
Le Beat played there last night and
Maria Taylor (Azure Ray), Steve Bartolomei
and Dan McCarthy play there tomorrow
night. I haven't been there yet, but
have been told that on any given night
you can't swing a dead cat in the
place without hitting a Creeker or
Creek-related scenester. What could
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Two hot shows tonight: Ladyfinger with Stnnng and Falcon Crest at O'Leaver's. Gotta believe Ladyfinger will open since the other two bands are out-of-towners. For all the info you need, go here. The other show is Seattle's The Cops with Little Brazil and The Third Men at The 49'r. I'll be at one of them... probably.
Our pals Neva Dinova will be showcasing their new CD, The Hate Yourself Change, tonight at Sokol Underground. I still have yet to hear it, despite the efforts of various publicists and Roger Lewis. And I'm still not sure what label it's on. Roger has insisted that Crank! didn't release it, but if you go to www.crankthis.com you're met with a full-screen ad for the CD. Niz in yesterday's Omaha World-Herald also reported that Crank! was their label (in this story). Meanwhile, go to the Sidecho Records site and there it is as a Sidecho release. And then there's Rolling Stone online, who says the CD was released by Sony (see here). So who knows. I always thought it would be released on Saddle Creek, but obviously that never happened. I guess it doesn't matter what label you're on if you can grab the opening slot on a Bright Eyes tour, as they did recently.
Also on tonight's Sokol dance card are Ted Stevens playing a solo set -- expect to hear some stuff off the new Mayday CD, which will be released by Saddle Creek -- and Lincoln's The Golden Age. $7, 9 p.m.
If you're going to Sokol tonight, you better get there early, folks. Motorhead is playing an all-ages show upstairs at Sokol Auditorium with Corrosion Of Conformity. Parking could be tough. I'm thinking of curling up to some NCAA action at The Brothers, which -- with these two shows going on -- will be nice and vacant.
Sometime in the future, maybe 20 years from now when I'll probably still be propped up behind some sort of machine that's used for writing, I'll look back fondly on O'Leaver's and recall last night's show as a prime example of that tavern's golden age. Maybe 40 people were there last night, plenty of room to walk around, grab a beer, talk to fellow drinkers/music-goers as we waited for The Silos to get started. And the whole time wondering why more people weren't there, no crowd anyway. Here was a band that is arguably one of the inventors of what's come to be known as "alt-country" -- veritable legends -- playing in a bar with a capacity smaller than a mid-town Denny's. I shake my head in disbelief. While every local rube is whining about the hundreds they doled out and the personal ordeals suffered trying to glom onto a pair of U2 tickets so they can be corralled like cattle into a blimp hanger and assaulted by shitty sound while watching a band well past its prime perform on big-screen monitors -- for five bucks they could have seen a band that is as good -- if not better then -- they were 15 years ago while standing mere feet away from the lead singer.
But I digress. The Silos were nothing less than pristine last night. Every aspect of the trio's performance was honed to pure perfection; playing music that was more rock 'n' roll than anything I'd consider "alt country." Frontman Walter Salas-Humara played an amped acoustic guitar and sang like he's been doing it for 20 years but with a passion of a kid playing his first gig. The burley, bespeckled bass player seconded on pedal-steel, and also happened to sing perfect harmonies on almost every song. And then there was the drummer -- at least 15 years younger than Salas-Humara, he was some sort of rhythmic god, a super-realistic portrait in precision, a wunderkind of dynamics so freakish in talent that the crowd just stared in awe.
Was it the best performance I've heard at O'Leaver's? Probably. The sound guy, who's been through countless nights of shows there in the past couple years, said so. We chatted afterward, wondering why The Silos never made it big like Uncle Tupelo only to admit that Uncle Tupelo never really made it big, either, at least not while they were still together. They were big only to the people that knew them. And to a certain extent, so were The Silos. It was only due to the later success of Wilco that Tupelo is now considered a legendary band. Meanwhile, as the '90s waned, The Silos were quickly forgotten, though the band continued to soldier forward in one form or another all these years.
They played a lot of songs off their new CD, When the Telephone Rings, but also a few from The Silos record (the only one I own) that I recognized, including "Caroline" and "Commodore Peter." (While buying a T-shirt in the back of the room after the set, I noticed among the stack of CDs a plain-packaged one that said, "The one with the bird on the cover" which, of course, is The Silos. I asked Salas-Humara what happened to the artwork and he said RCA still owned the rights. He was unashamedly selling bootlegged copies of his own record.) In addition to my old favorites, the highlight was a song called "Let's Take Some Drugs and Drive Around" -- the title says it all. And the set closer, a solo number called "Susan Across the Ocean" that featured that amazing drummer, up from behind the set singing harmonies -- a real goose-bump moment.
It'll go down as just another special performance at O'Leaver's, another in what's become a series. It's a shame that none of these shows have been recorded, if only for posterity's sake. It would be nice to have a Live from O'Leaver's CD to remember all these great shows, but I guess my memory and these blog entries will have have to do.
This week's column is a recap of some of the better stuff that's made it through the i-Pod during the first quarter. I'll probably do something like this every quarter as space dictates.
A reminder about that Silo show tonight at O'Leaver's. They're the opening band and, according to their website, will be going on at 9 p.m. sharp! See you there.
Seems like there are a lot of alt-country bands these days, so much so that alt-country has become a cliché term. People now call it Americana or Roots Rock or some such thing. But back in the day, the only term for twangy, rural-fied rock was alt-country. I was never a big fan of the style, mainly because I don't much care for the yee-haw grinnin' quality of country music. Or, as the owner of The 49'r once put it, country music makes me car sick. That it does.
That said, whenever an alt-country act would roll into town someone would ask me if I was going to the show. My reply was universal: "I'm not really into alt-country, except for maybe The Silos." I usually got a blank stare in return. No one had heard of The Silos, and around here, most consider Uncle Tupelo the originators of the genre. But five years before No Depression came out, The Silos had released Cuba, which pretty much defined alt-country, for me at least. In fact, they followed it up five years later with their RCA debut, The Silos, which is one of my favorite records. But though they won their share of critical huzzahs, The Silos never really caught anyone's attention, instead being overshadowed by Uncle Tupelo, which became Son Volt and Wilco, and so on.
So time passes and I'm clicking through the O'Leaver's website the other day, looking at the calendar of upcoming shows, and lo and behold, what's listed for tomorrow night but The Silos (O'Leaver's website appears to be down for the count right now, so you're gonna have to trust me on this). When I read it, I laughed out loud thinking some poor local schmucks took the band's name not knowing who The Silos were. It had to be a mistake, especially considering that The Silos were the opener for a bill headlined by The Dead Science (ex-Xiu Xiu) and local phenoms Le Beat -- neither of which have anything at all to do with alt-country. But just for kicks, I googled "The Silos" to see if they had a website, and of course discovered that the band playing Wednesday night is, in fact, "The Silos" (see for yourself). The band is just returning from a tour of Germany and an appearance at SXSW (playing at the GBV Hoot at Emo's no less). Of course, there hasn't been one iota of press about this show, and maybe that's a good thing considering O'Leaver's tiny capacity, etc. I beseech anyone who has even a scintilla of interest in alt-country to catch a band that really helped define the genre. You may never get another chance.
If you don't know it already, frontman and head pornmaster Tim Moss is one of the godfather's of Omaha punk rock, having glowed brightly during the city's golden age with gutter-groove band Ritual Device before being exiled to San Francisco and all its glammy decadence. The new Porn album, Wine, Women and Song, on stoner label Small Stone, continues Moss's travels into grinding, tonal, sludge metal/noise with double-digit-length songs designed to drain you of your will to live. This time out he has veteran drummer Dale Crover (Melvins) and bassist Billy Anderson (Sleep, Orange Goblin). Read about the band's history and the last time they came through Omaha here. Local metal giants Bloodcow open. I expect this to be a monster show. $5, 10 p.m.
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Some thoughts on last night's The Show is the Rainbow CD release party at Sokol Underground, where around 110 showed up:
I missed Shineyville and Milk, thanks to Wake Forest. I caught Caught in the Fall. The guy running the show said they were a hardcore band. I wouldn't call what they do "hardcore," but what do I know? I'm not exactly an expert on the genre. The people who were surrounding them on the floor seemed into it, and that's all that really matters. Jabid was a guy who performed over recorded synth/videogame music/noise paced at about 300 bpm while gameshow footage and "shock" video (operating procedures, disease images, conjoined twins) was shown on a screen behind him. He also performed on the floor.
The Show is the Rainbow a.k.a. Darren Keen, used the screen to show a video during his performance, which took place both on and off the floor. The proceedings began with Darren lambasting the soundguy about the house music -- Joy Division's "Love Will Tear Us Apart." Said Darren, "I hate The Cure. Turn that shit off!" I still don't know if he knew well, whatever.
Mr. Keen performed his entire CD, Radboyz Only!!!, in sequence, Cursive-style. If you haven't seen TSITR before, it's Darren singing/rapping over a CDR of his music interspersed with yelling at the crowd and assorted wicked dance moves. He's an entertainer. In the past, Darren did his shtick from the floor with the lights on, running around the crowd, yelling in their faces -- a true entertainment outreach program. And the crowd got into it. Unfortunately, most of that interaction was lost with his new video -- a homemade i-movie affair that mixed footage of Darren and his friends with mod graphics, text, etc., all sequenced to the music. Sort of like The Faint's deal, but on a smaller scale. And just like with The Faint, the crowd tended to keep its eyes on the video and not Darren, resulting in a rather dead audience.
Here's one example where the video was a deficit instead of an enhancement: In the past, one of Darren's funnier bits was his intro, where he lip-synched a prerecorded bit and filled-in the blanks, depending on where he was and who he was performing with. "It's great to be here at (fill in venue name)." It was a hoot. Now he uses a video that shows him in a shower reciting the intro (he still fills in the blanks live). Interesting, but not as funny. On the other hand, some of the video footage was hysterical and effective, such as the shot of a young GW flipping off a television camera before an interview, repeated over and over, and the footage of Keen's mouth videotaped sideways. Don't get me wrong, it was a good little film, but it took away from a live performance that's already dependent on prerecorded audio, and sucked the life right out of the audience.
The nine songs from the new CD are pure TSITR -- fun homemade beats, electric guitar touches, sound effects, and Darren's sissy rap mixed with falsetto crooning. Crowd pleaser "Up a Creek without a Saddle" was introduced as a song about how much he hates Bright Eyes. I couldn't make out the words because of the sound quality of the vocals (and I don't have a copy of the CD). A lot of it sounded more like a dig at scenesters who frequent indie rock shows. Ironically, one of the best songs off his new album, "Babe Born with Blue Eyes," is a ballad that sounds like a Bright Eyes song a la Digital Ash. I wasn't the only one who noticed this. Other highwater marks were "Jailbait Babycake," a catchy number about pop punk frontmen chasing after 14-year-old girls, and another slower number performed about halfway through the set.
All in all, TSITR's music can be fun and compelling, but it's the live show that makes TSITR TSITR. With the video, the lights out and Darren relegated to the front of the room, a lot of that live exuberance was lost. Plus there was no fake blood. When the set ended, Joy Division came back on and Darren again yelled for the sound guy to turn it off. Instead, he turned it up.
We all get a night off to prepare for Men of Porn and Bloodcow at The Brother's. Oh boy...
Quite a different scene from the last Low show at Sokol Underground. For one thing, there were twice as many people there -- around 240 -- which is still somewhat disappointing, considering that Low is easily one of the most important bands currently on the road. Hell, they topped the CMJ charts for a month with their new album, and still most people around here never heard of them.
After a set by The Mariannes, which I missed due to the NCAAs, Kid Dakota took the stage as a two-piece -- just frontman Darren Jackson dressed to the nines in a black suit on electric guitar and vocals, and an intense Christopher McGuire on drums, who I'm told also performs with John Vanderslice. The music was droning rock, a good fit as an opener for Low. Jackson's voice is a facsimile of Thom Yorke's without the high-end, agreeable if somewhat limited melodywise. As the set progressed, Zak from Low joined in, along with Alan Sparhawk. I liked it, though the songs didn't sound like the stuff I've heard from the new Kid Dakota CD on the Chairckickers website. McGuire ended up being a real show-stealer. He was bundle of quirky mannerisms, changing his cymbals after every song and punctuating the set by raising his drumstick over his head then punching it through the snarehead, leaving it sticking straight out as he walked off.
Then came Low. Sparhawk was in a chatty mood, maybe he was nervous, though I doubt it. At one point he said, "I'm talking more than I'm singing tonight." The set began with "Monkey," off the new album, and from where I stood -- off of stage right, just behind the stack -- it sounded good. But Sparhawk was so disappointed that he wanted to play the song over. Apparently Mimi's bass drum hadn't properly mic-ed and couldn't be heard in the audience. After the soundguy hooked it up, Sparhawk was ready hit it again, but Zak talked him out of it. They would up playing it again during the encore.
I expected the performance to be an all-out rock bonanza, seeing as The Great Destroyer has very few lows (so to speak), but was pleasantly surprised by the mix of slow/quiet older songs with new uptempo rockers. The crowd, bustling with local music notables, was adoring -- one girl was draped over a monitor swooning the entire set, while another feverishly scribbled in a notebook -- I found out later that she was actually drawing sketches of the band (which actually looked pretty cool). One guy standing by the stage had his head bowed throughout the slower songs, reverentially. And yes, there were a few chatterboxes jawing about amps and guitars off to the side, but hardly a distraction.
Maybe because this was the first show after a few weeks off, but there were a number of noticeable technical glitches, specifically with Sparhawk's guitar rig. Pedals were missed at the worst moments (such as the explosion at the end of "When I Go Deaf"), and there were occasional dropouts. I could barely hear Mimi's cymbals all night. Despite that, it was another very special Low show, highlighted a brief acoustic set toward the middle, where Zak put down the bass and pulled out an acoustic guitar. It ended with Sparhawk dedicating "Death of a Salesman" to his dad, who was in the audience. The hubby-and-wife team of Parker and Sparhawk continue to amaze me with their pitch-perfect, brokenhearted harmonies -- the element that, for me, makes Low one of the most poignant and affecting band going these days. If you missed it, you missed a lot.
Tonight, of course, is The Show is the Rainbow CD release show at Sokol Underground with Jabid, Caught in the Fall, Milk and Shineyville. Five bands, though Darren Keen -- the show behind The Show -- tells me that Jabid only plays 11 minutes and Milk is a DVD puppet show. Watch out for flying blood.
Tonight's Low gig at Sokol Underground should be something special. It's the band's opening show on this tour. "We've got some family coming down from South Dakota," Mimi said during our interview last week. I asked her what we could expect. Will it be the same sort of performance as the last time they came through? "For the most part," she said. "We're gonna be playing the new songs, which will add a new element to it. It's just us three. At one point we go acoustic. Zak pulls out an acoustic guitar. It's a break in the middle of the set."
Low is one of those bands that historically hasn't drawn well in Omaha -- only 130 in Feb 2003 (here's the review w/pics). I can't understand why. Maybe it's the lack of radio support or that fact that the band had a reputation for playing dark, hushed sets. Tonight's Low show will be anything but a downer, and for those who choose to miss this, it's their loss.
Opening the show is Omaha favorites The Mariannes and Kid Dakota, a band that's on the record label owned by Low, Chairkickers. As you would expect, Kid Dakota's music has a similar slow, quiet yet powerful sound, like a storm brewing on the horizon. Check out this song from the Chairkickers' site. See you tonight.
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As always, the column is explained in the column. As a post script to the Desaparecidos comment, I ran into someone close to that project who insists that it's still on in spite of what the Creek guys told me. The original plan was for Oberst to add his vocals and other tracks to the already-completed Desa recordings via a mobile recording unit that Mike Mogis has taken with him on the Bright Eyes tour. The Creek guys said, however, that Oberst and Mogis decided against doing the recordings on the road, fearing that the recording would be sub par. That leaves a "best scenario" of Oberst recording the tracks after this first leg of the Bright Eyes tour, if it happens at all. You have to think that Creek would love to put out a new Desa record for sheer sales' sake -- it could be as big as the duo Bright Eyes' discs.
I forget -- Happy St. Patrick's day
to y'all. I'll hopefully be spending
the evening at The Dubliner, getting
lost in a frothy cup of Guiness while
studying my brackets.
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Just placed online, an interview with Low's Mimi Parker (read it here). The story's focus is on how and why the band brings their kids with them on tour, their new album and why they've gotten louder over the years. I can unequivocally tell you that the new Low album, The Great Destroyer, is my favorite of their entire catalog -- it just plain rocks.
Among the stuff that didn't make it into the interview, I asked Mimi if the momentum created from the last two rather successful albums was what drew them away from Kranky to Sub Pop. "Maybe a little bit," Parker said. "We love Kranky. We were sad to go, but at same time, Kranky does things a certain way and we respect them for it, but we kind of just decided we needed to bump it up a bit and see what Sub Pop could do. Sub Pop has been working some great bands and had big successes."
But surely Low has had interest from the majors, right?
"Not really seriously," Parker said. "We had lunch with someone once. At the same time, we did kind of decide that it would be a crazy route to take. You're such a small fish in a big pond. Majors are so unstable now. People are coming and going so fast. You sign with someone and have an A&R person who loves you, and then they're gone and you're stranded there."
Ah, that same old story. Imagine if Low were on a label. I, too, can't see how it would work. I asked Mimi how she would react the first time the label guy called after hearing the new record saying "Where's the single?" She laughed. "I'd tell him that they're all singles."
it down, Low plays at Sokol Underground
Friday night with The
Mariannes and Kid Dakota.
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So I never got around to putting my thoughts down on the Todd Grant concert yesterday afternoon because I was too busy writing a feature on Low that'll go online tomorrow morning, as well as putting together Column 17 for Thursday. Thus is life. I was also too bushed to go to Head of Femur last night (a review or impressions would be appreciated on the webboard).
That said, Sunday night's Todd Grant show was a real treat. Grant's band, featuring a scorching Mike Brannan on lead guitar (Who knew he was such a cocky axman? It's been a long time since Guerilla Theater.) and hammerin' Dan Crowell on drums was remarkable (Oh yeah, and that Tim Kasher kid who stood off to the side on bass was good, too. Something tells me he could go places). Grant looked comfortable and assured in the frontman position, and sounded like he never left the stage for all those years. A guy next to me called his music "run-of-the-mill roots rock" and maybe he was right, but for whatever reason this critic, who usually yawns at this sort of thing, loved it. It was Grant's whole-hearted love of performing these songs that made the set endearing -- you could tell that each one meant something to him, was written without thinking of style or genre or trying to make a hit. Grant writes and plays music because, well, that's what he does. It's been the bane and boom of his life. Vocally, he reminds me of a cross between Warren Zevon, Lou Reed and the long forgotten Gram Parker (Who owns a copy of Squeezing out Sparks? Anybody? Come on, people!). The songs ranged between quieter folky stuff with a kick to full-blown barroom rockers. The highlight was the closing number (an old Compost song, Grant told me afterward) that just blew the place up. You'll get a chance to see Grant and his band again April 2 at O'Leaver's.
Next up was headliner Dolorean. I had planned to take off right after the Grant set to get home and finish the Low story, but was talked into catching the front end of the singer/songwriter's set. I've never heard his records before and have been told that they're amazing. His stage show, however, was less so. Dolorean, a.k.a. Silverton, Oregon's Jay Clarke, has a voice and style that resembles Neil Young's quieter stuff to a fault. I couldn't shake the comparison. And while I dig Neil Young, and liked a lot of what I heard from Dolorean, I could never get my mind off the resemblance. There has to be more to this guy than that, but I didn't have time to discover it, heading home after the fourth song.
Ambulance, Jason Anderson (Wolf
Colonel) and Mal
Madrigal at Sokol Underground. Should
be another good one -- which would make
six night's of good shows in a row.
Who needs SXSW, anyway? Show's at 9,
tickets are $7.
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Yes, I went to the Todd Grant/Dolorean show last night, but you're going to have to wait until later today for a live review (sometime late this afternoon). Just a reminder, briefly, of tonight's big show: Head of Femur with The Holy Ghost and The Minus Story at The Brother's Lounge, 3812 Farnam. Show starts at 10 p.m. and is a measly $5. Will it be the show of the year? Maybe. But it's not the only show tonight: The Hold Steady is at Sokol Underground with The Oranges Band and Ladyfinger. That one's $8 and starts at 9. Check back here later for more.
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O'Leaver's continues to pick up momentum to the point where there's always an SRO crowd, at least for the last three or four shows I've seen there. Not huge, but big, respectable (though I'm told hardly anyone was there for The Flesh Wednesday night, but that's another story). The stars were out for The Nein last night. Plenty of local music notables, bands, label people. The Nein is The White Octave without Criteria's Stephen Pedersen (who was in the audience cheering on his former comrades). With a new CD out on Sonic Unyon, the band carried itself like seasoned indie rock veterans, playing tunes that sounded like typical angular indie rock with a hook. The lead singer/guitarist has a voice that (when you could hear it in the poor mix) was reminiscent of a young, gritty Elvis Costello -- a comparison that will seem out of the blue for these guys who would probably prefer to be compared to the usual suspects (Gang of Four, Pixies, etc.). Their music, of course, sounded nothing like Costello's. Overall, I guess I liked it, though we've all heard these songs before in one form or another. I think if they pulled it back they'd be better for it. That said, the CD is a keeper and worth finding.
You could blame the sound for The Nein's less than magnetic live performance, except for the fact that the band that followed never sounded better. It was the second time I've seen Little Brazil v. 2.0 and probably their best live performance. I've been hearing some of these songs for what seems like two years now (they still play the tunes that originally appeared on their self-produced demo). Little Brazil doesn't do anything terribly different than any other indie pop-rock band. They live off their rhythm section, specifically the bass lines that give all the songs an undeniable bounce. The secret ingredient continues to be Landon Hedges' clear-yet-quirky, almost forlorn voice that has the same strange lonely lilt as everyone's favorite green muppet - no, not just like it, but with that same sad, honest quality. He's got the voice of your little brother or the guy who sat alone in study hall reading comic books who wouldn't hurt a fly. He's pre-puberty Peter Brady. And maybe it's because I've heard all these songs so many times that the new one, which Hedges said they've only played live a couple times, seemed so good - a typical indie song that starts by focusing on Hedges and a spare guitar line, bleeds into a medium-tempo rocker and ends with the usual bombast, Hedges yelling the same line over and over before joining everyone else in the pounding. Little Brazil is first and foremost an indie rock band in the classic manner, but I have to wonder how they'd sound playing a set of straight-up electric ballads. As respectable as their new full-length is amidst the multitude of indie CDs crowding the bins these days, it's the next record that will push them out of that enormous and faceless pack. It has to.
Tonight, Whipkey, Todd Grant and Dolorean at Sokol Underground, $7, 9 p.m.
You got three days of shows this weekend. All good. No excuses. None. It all starts tonight with OK Go, Statistics and Rescue at Sokol Underground. I have never heard OK Go before. They're a Chicago trio. They're compared to The Beta Band, Modest Mouse and The Promise Ring by All Music. Well, two out of three ain't bad. I'm going tonight just to see Statistics again. The last time they played here, as a trio, they were lean and hungry, without any noodle-y keyboards or other flotsam, just plain ol' rock. For whatever reason All Music compares Statistics to Bright Eyes, The Faint and Grandaddy, three bands that they sound nothing like in the least (which immediately puts the OK Go comparisons into question).
Tomorrow night it's The Nein at O'Leaver's. The Nein, incidentally, is The White Octave without Stephen Pedersen. That said, they sound sort of like The White Octave without Stephen Pederson, but with a few more hooks in their bag of tricks. I've been listening to their six-song EP on Sonic Unyon and give it a well-deserved "Yes," especially for the song "Handout" which has a killer hook of its own. Opening is Doris Henson, of which I know nothing.
Then Sunday is Dolorean, a laid-back folk-rocky, harmonizing Elliott Smith-meets-Crosby-Stills-and-Nash type singer-songwriter. Pleasant enough, but I'm going for the opener, The Todd Grant Project (which I wrote about yesterday, scroll down), featuring Grant, Tim Kasher (The Good Life) on bass, Mike Brannan (owner/operator of The Ranch Bowl and Caffeine Dream) on guitar and Dan Crowell (ex-Digital Sex) on drums. Get there early to see a solo set by singer/songwriter Matt Whipkey (Anonymous American, INXS try-outs).
doesn't stop there. There are also good
shows coming on Monday and Tuesday,
but we'll get to those later.
Those looking for the Saddle Creek story, it's here.
The origin of this week's column is explained in the lead. Todd Grant, his girlfriend Stephanie and I talked for about two hours at the Dundee Dell Saturday afternoon, discussing topics way beyond his upcoming project with Tim Kasher. Grant's role in the Omaha music scene during the '90s Golden Age can't be understated. Now he's making a new mark on today's scene with the musicians who were influenced by him. Kinda poetic, ain't it?
Grant said a sense of camaraderie is what separates today's Omaha music scene from the one 10 years ago. "One of the biggest differences is that a spirit of cooperation wasn't around back then. It was one big pissing contest," Grant said. "I was always open to working with other people, but the only ones who took me up on it was Tim (Kasher) who was 17 at the time, Pat Buchanan (of Mousetrap) and Greg Cosgrove (Clark County)." Grant remembers playing at Kilgore's back in the day with a 13-year-old Conor Oberst opening. "I'm proud of all those guys," he said, referring to the Saddle Creek artists. "Nansel and Tim and the Baechles. Seeing Tim go from The March Hares to Cursive to today, it's just phenomenal really. They say the Saddle Creek thing is a fluke, but in all the cities I've played at, I never heard bands that made you raise an eyebrow like the ones from around here."
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Well, the Saddle Creek Records story is online, all 3,500 words of it (Read it here). In an extensive Q&A, label operators Robb Nansel and Jason Kulbel talk about looking for new bands, Team Love Records, Bright Eyes hysteria, radio, marketing, not being millionaires, Slowdown, the Omaha scene and the label's future. The story will also is published in today's issue of The Reader, which probably won't be distributed until sometime tomorrow. The entire interview clocked in at over 5,000 words. Some of the out-takes will be used in next week's Lazy-i column (which means they'll be online next Thursday). I'll probably also include a description of Creek's swank new offices, which also didn't make the cut. Enjoy.
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Remember that scene in Ghost Busters where Sigourney Weaver's neighbor/accountant, Louis Tully played by Rick Moranis, hosts a party over at his apartment as a business write-off? The classic moment comes when Louis' blonde, pony-tailed girlfriend pouts because no one's dancing. "Maybe if we dance, everyone will join in," Louis says, and the two start doing a shag in the middle of living room. There was sort of a reenactment of that scene last night at O'Leaver's during United State of Electronica's set. Here's a band that's used to having people dance at their shows - their electrified disco demands it. Ah, but U.S.E. has never been to Omaha before, the home of sit-and-stare. About three songs into their set, I was beginning to worry that Omaha was going to live up to its no-dance reputation when the bass player from Aqueduct got up and started wriggling in front of the band in a desperate attempt to get people off their asses. Finally, someone got the bright idea of moving the tables and chairs out of the way, and the fun began. By the end of U.S.E.'s rather short set the entire area up by the band was crowded with sweaty white people trying to groove to the band's good-time music. It took awhile, but about half the crowd actually loosened up, though there were still plenty of people in the back sitting and nodding to the beat. Hey, I was dancing too... in my head.
Opening band Aqueduct was a pop trio of bass, keyboards and drums playing beat-heavy synthetic rock in sort of a Cars-meets-Ben Folds style. The lead singer/keyboardist has a smooth rock voice that works well with the band's simple pop arrangements that consist of lots of synths, percussion augmented by electric beats, and bass played by a guy with robot moves straight out of Devo.
I liked Aqueduct's style, but it was clearly U.S.E. that the packed house came to see. It took a good 20 minutes for the band to get their gear, sound and home-made light rigs set up and arranged on the time tiny "stage." There's seven people in the band, including two women backing vocalists, a guy who yelled phrases like "Omaha, we love it!" and "Bright Eyes!" and "Saddle Creek!" to get the crowd energized, and another guy who sang into a vocoder, a sound effect that epitomized the band's retro-tinged disco vibe. Live, U.S.E. rocks harder than on disc, even throwing in a few guitar solos, but overall they were somewhat rough, with a made-in-my-basement quality -- this was, after all, only the third show of their two-month tour. Regardless, it was the bass and drum track (the live drummer was somewhat lacking) that got the crowd moving, eventually. Said a stunned Jeremy the bartender, amazed at the party that erupted in in front of him, "Dude, you should have brought your camera." Omaha, it seemed, had learned how to dance.
Note to O'Leaver's: It's time to replace or fix your sound system. The static throughout both band's sets would have been distracting if the crowd hadn't been on their feet shaking their asses.
Tomorrow: The massive Saddle Creek Q&A. As a warm-up, read Part 1 -- the 2001 Lazy-i interview with Robb Nansel.
Like the headline sez, U.S.E. tonight at O'Leaver's. The real question is whether anyone comes out to the show. With press in both the OWH and The Reader, you'd think so, but it's a Monday night and this is Omaha. On a certain level, I'm hoping people stay away just so I'll be able to get inside the place.
This weekend was something of a washout for attending live shows, for me at least. Not because there wasn't anything worth seeing, but because I've been killing myself writing a 3,500-word cover story on Saddle Creek Records for this week's issue of The Reader, which will be online at Lazy-i Wednesday morning. In addition, I ran down Todd Grant for this week's column, which'll be online Thursday morning. It's strange not going to a show over the weekend, especially with the weather we've been having, but I hope to make up for it this weekend with OK Go at the Underground Friday night, The Nein at O'Leaver's Saturday and the aforementioned Todd Grant and his band opening for Dolorean on Sunday (and that's followed by Head of Femur next Monday and Son, Ambulance Tuesday).
And speaking of giving a head's up -- U2 announced they'll be doing a show at the Qwest Center Dec. 15, with tickets going on sale March 19 ranging from $50 to $165 per. The Herald has the story on their site here. How fast this will sell out is anyone's guess. It's the first important arena show to hit Omaha in years.
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Seems the singer/songwriter gods are smiling on Omaha more and more these days. In addition to the king of local singer/songwriters -- Simon Joyner -- at O'Leaver's tonight, Omaha golden-age legends Todd Grant and Scott Roth (Such Sweet Thunder) have been added to the Vago/Icarus/Civil Minded show at the Ranch Bowl, likely as the very first band. Grant, who's 1994 CD Strangled Soul continues to be relevant after 11 years, will be the focus of this week's Lazy-i column (online Thursday). Consider tonight's show a preview of what you'll hear when Grant and his new band take the stage opening for Dolorean a week from Sunday at Sokol Underground.
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A brief glance at the weekend – March 4, 2005
Only two shows worth mentioning this weekend. Tonight it's Les Georges Leningrad at Sokol Underground with Lincoln's notorious Zyklon Bees and noise-rock favorites The Lepers. Using the exciting new mp3 jukebox at the One Percent Productions' website (it's just to the right of the logo at the top of the page), I listened to one of LGL's songs -- sounds like Sonic Youth-flavored post-punk, and pretty good at that. $8, 9 p.m.
is the return of Simon Joyner and the
Wind-Up Birds to O'Leaver's with Outlaw
con Bandana. The last time I tried to
hear Simon at O'Leaver's I ended up
doing it from the parking lot because
it was so unbearably packed inside.
I suspect it'll be a replay tomorrow
night, especially if the weather holds
out. $5, 10 p.m.
Column 15 -- The Death and Rebirth of Radio? – March 3, 2005
This week's column is based on this month's Wired cover on the end of radio as we know it, i.e., the advent of new broadcast technology. I'll be honest with you, I'm not enamored with the concept of satellite radio. Sure, it's a cool idea -- 130+ channels available anywhere coast-to-coast, with so much variety that there has to be something worth listening to. Then again, I've got more channels on my Cox Cable and I rarely find anything worth watching. The downfall of satellite is that there are two different and completely separate services -- XM and Sirius -- each offering a different line-up of content for $12.95 a month. There's no way I'm making the plunge until these two companies are forced to merge, which won't be anytime soon. Podcasting essentially is recording internet radio or similar web-based audio programs direct to your i-Pod for playback later, sort of like an audio version of TiVo. Adam Curry's The Daily Source Code program was the first podcast and remains one of the most popular, downloaded nearly 500,000 times since it was launched sometime after 2001. Great idea, but will downloading and listening to radio shows on an i-Pod really catch on? I doubt it. I think the only hope lies in Hi-Res radio, as described below. It's going to take a leap of technology to get radio out of its current staid, boring state, and once they figure it out you're going to see repercussions all through the music industry...
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The United State of Electronica – March 2, 2005
Just posted, a profile/interview with United State of Electronica (note that there's no "s" on the end of State). Read it here. This should be a radical show for O'Leaver's -- if people show up, that is. Imagine seven disco queens jumping around O'Leaver's tiny "stage," pumping out a night's worth of thump-thump-thump disco action. Will it turn into a dance party or just another night of sitting around, leaning over the rail with a beer in hand, switching between gawking at the band and watching NCAA basketball? We'll see next Monday night. I mentioned to U.S.E.'s Noah Star Weaver that the gig would have been better suited at a roller skating rink, and he agreed. "We were actually thinking of doing a show at our local skating rink." Now wouldn't that be a change of pace...
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Modest Mouse tonight at Sokol Upstairs – March 1, 2005
The big show tonight, Modest Mouse w/ Mason Jennings and Cass McCombs at Sokol Auditorium for a show that's long been sold out. As mentioned earlier, I tried to interview Modest Mouse as support for this show, but was turned down by the publicist at Sony, who suggested that I do a live review instead. Fact is, our boy Isaac Brock rarely does interviews these days, and only for the big guys. For those looking for data, here's my classic 1998 interview with Isaac, before the band signed to Sony (the trick, see, is to get them while they're young). And below is a preview I wrote that appeared in this week's edition of The Reader:
What to look forward to tonight? Well here's the Minneapolis Star Tribune review of Sunday night's show. The summary: "The Seattle/Portland, Ore. group's sold-out performance Sunday night at First Avenue in Minneapolis was, well, modest. Its lead singer, Isaac Brock, was, well mousy. And, all told, the 80-minute performance was largely underwhelming, much less satisfying than the group's million-selling, Grammy-nominated, critically acclaimed CD."
Hmm. Doesn't sound too promising. How 'bout a review of last Wednesday's show in St. Louis from the Washington University paper. The summary: "Aside from sporadic impassioned outbursts by Brock, the band members seemed reticent and unenthusiastic. And there was absolutely no interplay between the group and the audience, other than an obligatory 'How you doin' tonight?'"
Come on, they can't all be negative reviews. Here's one from Arizona Daily Wildcat. The summary: "Throughout the show, Brock (historically an unsteady live performer, a.k.a. drunk performer) conducted the band, including an additional percussionist and backup singer/upright bass player, with as much passion as he put into performing."
There ya go! Apparently last week's show in Kansas City lasted 100 minutes, so you're in for a long night. It's very unlikely that I'll be attending this one. So instead of a review, look here tomorrow for a feature on Seattle's United State of Electronica.
Live Review: The Monroes, Matt Whipkey – Feb. 27, 2005
I haven't seen The Monroes in at least a year, but their performance style hasn't changed hardly at all, and that's a good thing. Frontman Gary Dean Davis bounces around on stage just like he used to all the way back in the Frontier Trust days, finishing each tune with his trademark "Thanks!" yelled directly into the mic. Guitarist Lincoln Dickison still has that same laidback punk stance, ripping away at riffs seasoned with some tasty country pickin', while bassist Mike Tulis and drummer Jesse Render provide the bedrock to make this punk tractor go. What has changed is The Monroes' sound, specifically on the new numbers. Sure, the old standbys from the early days are as dusty and brutal as driving over a washboard in a Charger. But the new stuff, well, it's closer to pure hard rock than punk, driven by Dickison's more hook-filled, less-twangy riffs. Heck, there was even one song where everyone dropped it down, inviting a bit of crowd participation (which, this being Omaha, no one did, though Davis said the song got the crowd going at their last Lincoln gig). The Monroes continues to be one of Omaha's most entertaining and original bands that is virtually unknown outside of our state -- more evidence that when they're talking about Omaha's so-called national music notoriety, it all stops at Saddle Creek, at least in the media's eyes, and that's a shame.
The Monroes arrived late, so singer/songwriter Matt Whipkey did a solo acoustic set that kept everyone occupied and fit well with the evening's more-rural theme. The Monroes then got the crowd of 100 or so to a fever pitch for FortyTwenty, but I split before the Lincoln band took the stage.
Missed opportunities; Live review: The Golden Age; The Monroes tonight; Ex-Models at Knicks – Feb. 26, 2005
Well, I drove by O'Leaver's last night at around 10:30 and could tell that the place was packed, and quite honestly just didn't have it in me to suffer through another crush scene. The reason for the draw was Pinkerton, the Weezer tribute band featuring Stephen Pedersen (Criteria), Clint Schnase (Cursive), Zac Lorenzen (Race for Titles) and Craig Hoffman (Coast of Nebraska). I had heard rumor of this surprise gig earlier in the day, and held off mentioning it in the blog for the exact reason why I ended up not going. Regardless, I found out that the word got out when someone told me that people were heading to O'Leaver's at around 9 to "beat the crowd." Pedersen told me that Pinkerton's one-night-only engagement was in honor of Clint's birthday. If anyone was there, please post a review on the webboard. Something tells me it was one of those "should-have-been-there" performances.
Instead, I went down to Sokol Underground to see Shelterbelt and The Golden Age along with about 100 others. A quarter of the crowd could have been related to Shelterbelt -- an 8-piece ensemble that includes everything from an oboe to a violin to brass. I still say lead singer Jesse Otto sounds like Kenny Loggins, looking dapper in a brown suit as he led the band through a set of up-tempo pop tunes.
I'm not sure what happened to The Golden Age since I saw them a couple years ago. It's obvious that they can write good songs and that the band (especially the guitarist and drummer) have it going on. Unfortunately, I could barely hear the lead singer, and when I did, he mostly mumbled through the songs, a few times forgetting the words. The promoter tells me that the band broke some sort of unofficial record prior to their set by downing 48 beers, which equates to little over nine per player. If nothing else, that alone was impressive.
Tonight, The Monroes and FortyTwenty at Sokol Underground. And I promised the promoter (Someday Never) to mention that The Ex-Models are playing at Knickerbockers in Lincoln. The New York post-punk band that released an album in 2003 on French Kiss played last year in Omaha at Orifice, The Faint's practice space. I wasn't there, and I've never heard them before, but Joe tells me they're good, so I have to believe it. Check 'em out if you're in Lincoln.
The Golden Age tonight; The Monroes tomorrow; headlines – Feb. 25, 2005
Lincoln band The Golden Age is down at Sokol Underground tonight with Shelter Belt and Someday Stories. It's been a couple years since I've seen Golden Age, back when it was rumored that they'd be the next band to sign to Saddle Creek. I could see why -- they had that same ensemble sound of, well, Bright Eyes. Robb Nansel was there that night, who when asked, came back with what has become his classic non-denial denial: "They're a good band. You should check them out." He said the same thing when I asked about Ladyfinger last year. I'm told this version of Golden Age is dramatically different than the one heard two years ago. We'll see tonight.
Tomorrow night twang rockers FortyTwenty headline a show opened by twang-punkers The Monroes. I haven't caught a Monroes' show in about a year, mainly because they haven't played much around here, preferring the greener pastures of Lincoln. Saturday night will be a busy one, with No Blood Orphan down at O'Leavers (The Reader has a feature on the band this week, here) and Race for Titles at The 49'r. Decisions, decisions...
Worst is better than Wonder Bread (Richmond Times-Dispatch) -- Beep Beep is getting as much press as Conor these days. Classic Chris Hughes quote: "One person yelled out, 'You're the worst band ever!' And that to me was sweet. That's a great compliment, because there are so many mediocre bands, and to be someone's worst band -- that's actually an accomplishment."
Bright Eyes, Sullen Demeanor (East Bay Express) -- The Texas comments continue to haunt Conor. This essentially is one long diss on Bright Eyes, including a poor drawing of Conor in a diaper. All you Conor haters, enjoy
Bright Eyes elicits a variety of opinions (Seattle University Spectator) -- A couple staffers discuss the BE Seattle show. Typical quote: Greg: But the kids at the show... I've never been so out-hipped in my life! Lily: Really? Then either you're not hip enough, or you don't go to enough shows, or I guess both.
Little Brazil wants to be latest in line of Omaha success stories (Quad City Times) -- A Little Brazil feature that slipped past from last week. Landon Hedges talks about the Omaha scene.
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Playing with (not so new) technology; William Elliott Whitmore tonight – Feb. 24, 2005
First it was the new webboard, now it's an RSS feed. What amazing breakthrough will Lazy-i introduce next?
What exactly is an RSS feed? It's a mechanism for publishing (syndicating) and subscribing to recent additions to any website -- the Lazy-I blog, for instance. RSS software tracks new blog entries, and sends them to those who have 'subscribed' to them. All RSS feeds are integrated, creating a kind of personalized newspaper. Some RSS feeds contain the entire article, others offer just the headline, or the headline with the first part of the article, with a link to the full article.
So, if you use MyYahoo (or a similar portal), you can now subscribe to the Lazy-I blog by simply going to your MyYahoo homepage, clicking on the "Add Content" link, in the "Find Content" area, click on the "Add RSS by URL" link, then enter http://feeds.feedburner.com/Lazy-I . Next time you check out your MyYahoo headlines, there will be a Lazy-I section that will have the past three or four blog headlines and a link to the blog. The same "subscribe" process works for other newsreaders.
I'm sort of testing this whole RSS process, and it can be somewhat finicky. The first day it only took about 10 minutes to "publish" the update to MyYahoo. Yesterday, it took six hours. I'm testing other RSS feeds (including an atom feed -- http://www.timmcmahan.com/past_blogs/atom.xml -- and might even attempt a podcast in the future.
Regardless, the Lazy-I blog will still be available right here from good ol' www.lazy-i.com.
It's singer/songwriter night tonight at O'Leaver's, with William Elliott Whitmore, Sarah Benck and The Wanteds. Whitmore's CD, Ashes to Dust, was released Tuesday on Southern Records. I'm listening to a track off it right now downloaded from the Southern site -- Whitmore sounds like a 70-year-old black man singing Mississippi Delta blues on acoustic guitar. He's played at The 49'r a few times over the past couple years, though I've never caught his act. The former music editor at The Reader used to rave about him. The Wanteds are one guy, Tommy Harrington, playing modern-sounding singer/songwriter fare using a variety of instruments. His new CD, Let Go Afterglow, sort of reminds me of Folk Implosion. Sarah Benck is a local acoustic-guitar playing legend who performs at Mick's every week. Should be a great show.
Column 14: The return of Kyle Harvey; a couple headlines – Feb. 23, 2005
Very little intro necessary for this week's column other than to say it's good to have Kyle back in Omaha. Without further ado...
A couple brief headlines:
A quiet Tuesday; Zyklon Bees tonight; Oberst's Texas bomb – Feb. 22, 2005
Not much going on as we all recover from a long President's Day weekend. I didn't go to Jesse Malin last night and probably won't go to The Zyklon Bees tonight at O'Leaver's with opening acts The Amino Acids and The Deformities -- I blame my sinuses for my absence.
News from the Bright Eyes camp has died down lately, now that the North American leg of the world tour has ended. Conor and Co. have flown to Europe for a month's worth of gigs before heading to Asia then Australia, winding it up in early April. I've had three people ask me for my take on the Oberst explosion in Texas ("hate your &*%$ state" "raping Indians" etc.) since it caught the attention of Omaha World-Herald columnist Mike Kelly over the weekend -- read his take here (Quite a departure from Kelly's typical obit column). This is old news, having happened almost two weeks ago and just now getting to the OWH desk, where the oldsters who have never heard of Oberst are quivering with outrage. Yes, the comments were stupid. Yes, Oberst was probably loaded. No, it won't impact his record sales or his fan base in the least. Those who like Oberst almost expect to hear such misguided comments; those that hate him will merely hate him even more. My advice to Oberst is to leave his "political" statements to his songs, at least while he's touring in this country. I'm sure similar comments (i.e., anything criticizing G.W.) will be met with unbridled affection in Europe.
No feature this week. It was supposed to be Modest Mouse, but they still don't do interviews. So look for this week's column tomorrow morning, where we catch up with Kyle Harvey.
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Live Review: The Coast of Nebraska, Bombardment Society; Jesse Malin tonight – Feb. 21, 2005
Sorry for the delay, this shoulda been online yesterday morning. Didn't make it. Blame it on fatigue. Regardless, I was there Saturday night for Coast of Nebraska and Bombardment Society. I went to see The Stay Awake, but they canceled. Apparently something was up with their drummer. Steve Micek was there to apologize to everyone, but it still sucked that they didn't play. Sounds like it could be a month or more until we get a chance to see them play again, and then it'll be at The 49'r, which means I probably won't go. Oh well...
I'm told Gnome Slaughterhouse took The Stay Awake's place. I don't know because I missed their set (which means I would have missed The Stay Awake anyway, having believed the published band order). Coast of Nebraska did a nice job. They're a brash angle-punk four-piece with a young hollerer at the lead. The music had an obvious Gang of Four post-punk influence. Not bad, though I think the two guitarists were playing the same notes throughout, and I could barely hear the drums.
There was no such quibbling about Bombardment Society. This must be the 10th time I've seen them play, but they only get better. The trio sounds completely different playing with O'Leaver's rather minimal PA compared to when they're supported by the massive stacks at Sokol Underground, where the sheer power gives them an added dimension. I like them loud, as loud as possible, actually.
It should be noted that the draw Saturday night was phenomenal. The absolutely packed house was a surprise to the promoter, who expected maybe 30 paid but instead saw 70 paid. Nice turnout. Could it happen again for tonight's show at O'Leaver's: Jesse Malin with Anonymous American's Matt Whipkey opening. I've never heard a note of Malin's music, so I can't tell you if it's any good. Whipkey says Malin knows Springsteen, so that might mean something (doesn't mean a thing to me). 9:30; $7.
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Live Review: Son, Ambulance; The Stay Awake tonight – Feb. 19, 2005
Nice turnout for Joslyn's college night featuring Son, Ambulance. If I had to make an eyeball guesstimate, I'd say around 300 were on hand, all enjoying free pizza and soda while being shrouded in the echoing, booming sound of Joe Knapp and Co. I've seen Son, Ambulance perform live maybe a half-dozen times -- this was by far their best performance, spot-on in just about every way in spite of playing in a room that has the acoustics of a mausoleum. S,A played tunes from all three Creek releases, including the highlights from Key -- "Sex in C Minor," "Chlorophyll," "Paper Snowflakes" and "Case of You/Wrinkle, Wrinkle" (alas, no "Taxi Cab Driver). The boominess hindered separation and caused some overlap, especially on more up-tempo songs, but in some cases, it actually enhanced big breaks and made "Sex in C Minor" feel like a well-orchestrated symphony of noise. The whole vibe of the evening was upbeat and, well, fun. Son, Ambulance played two half-hour sets, giving students a chance to check out the galleries and enjoy dessert in the courtyard. By the end of their second set, the atrium was crushed full.
Why was this performance so much better than Son, Ambulance's other somewhat confusing appearances? Could it be the earliness of the set or the lack of booze sales? I left there wondering why Son, Ambulance hadn't been selected as an opener on the just-completed Bright Eyes North American tour instead of Neva Dinova, or in Europe, where label-jumpers Rilo Kiley has been given the slot. Instead, Son, Ambulance will be touring Europe alone this spring to what will likely be rather sparse crowds. Although their music is as good or better than other Creek bands (certainly better than Rilo Kiley's sappy last record), Son, Ambulance doesn't have the exposure or history to make a "headlining" tour work. The band needs to be paired with a more-established act, like how Beep Beep was paired with The Faint late last year. For whatever reason, this will never happen, and eventually Saddle Creek's little black sheep of a band will wander off to greener pastures.
Tonight, Sokol Underground soundman Steve Micek's other band (He also plays drums in The Mariannes) The Stay Awake explode into O'Leaver's with The Coast of Nebraska and The Bombardment Society. Expect a ridiculously packed house. The Architects (ex-Gadjits) play at The 49'r, while in Lincoln, Duffy's is hosting Beep Beep, Her Flyaway Manner and Jabid.
Son, Ambulance at Joslyn; Brave Combo at Sokol Underground – Feb. 18, 2005
Tonight at 7 p.m. the Joslyn Museum hosts College Night featuring Son, Ambulance. This is one of the worst-publicized events I've seen in a long time. Joslyn has no information about it on their website, the only mention is a calendar entry with no details about who's playing, admission, etc. There's no mention in the Omaha World-Herald, either. As far as I know, The Reader and Lazy-i are the only papers that mentioned the event, and all the information came from the band itself. According to Son, Ambulance frontman Joe Knapp, students with a valid, current college ID get in free, though the event is open to the public for a $6 admission fee. The band will be set up under the Chihuly sculpture in the atrium.
Also tonight, Brave Combo is playing at Sokol Underground. Who is Brave Combo? Take a few minutes and read this September 2000 Lazy-I interview/feature on the band and its music, where your fearless writer admits to a dark musical secret of his own. The irony is that Brave Combo is a Grammy winning polka band and that Omaha has (or used to have) a large contingency of polka dancers who used to strut their stuff upstairs in Sokol Auditorium/Ballroom, not in the dark, smokey confines of the Underground. As Brave Combo co-founder Carl Finch said in my interview, "We wish we could draw a crowd large enough to book the dance hall. We do play a lot of straight-ahead polka dances, but we'll be lucky to draw 300 in Omaha." Three hundred would be a miracle tonight, considering how little exposure this show has received. The show starts at 9:30; cost is $12.
Live Review: Bettie Serveert; Column 13 -- Inside the INXS Auditions – Feb. 17, 2005
I have neither the time (nor space) to go into details about last night's Bettie Serveert show. Instead of bugging out early, I stayed until the bitter end -- a testimony to the rock, I guess. Opener The Third Men -- i.e., The Sons Of... v. 2.0 -- was a complete surprise. The band reinvented their sound from their old late-'80s indie garage approach that coveted bands like The Replacements and Husker Du to a new, more poppy garage approach that reminded me of bands like Roxy Music, Matthew Sweet, The dBs and Alex Chilton. They're the kind of upbeat, funloving summertime band that you'd hire to play at a party where there's lots of balloons floating around the stage; the sort of band that plays in the background during the club scenes in early Jonathan Demme films. For just their second gig, they were very tight, and it was fun to see bassist Mike Tulis adding do-waps and "ew's" to songs including a Bowie cover. I can't wait to see these guys play at O'Leaver's or The Niner.
This was the first time I saw Little Brazil's line-up with Oliver Morgan (ex-The Silent Type, ex-Ravine) on drums and Greg Edds on guitar. Their music is the same, but tighter, louder, more bombastic than with the old lineup, which is understandable considering the amount of touring they've done over the past year or so. They rolled out a couple new songs that are in the same vein as the stuff on just-released You and Me (Mt. Fuji), complete with those insidious hooks that sneak up on you when you least expect them. The band's secret weapon continues to be Landon Hedges' almost adolescent-sounding voice, that unsuspectingly swoops upwards at the damnedest moments, cutting through the grind of indie rock riffs.
Finally, Bettie Serveert, who performed a remarkable 90-minute set that included big helpings of songs from just about every album. I recognized at least four or five from Palomine (the only Bettie CD that I own other than the new one) including their "hits" "Kid's Alright" and "Tom Boy." I think they surprised anyone who expected the lighter, poppier approach heard on Attagirl, instead unrolling a mammoth cloud of guitar noise centered around the axe-wielding histrionics of Peter Visser, looking like a Dutch version of Thom from Queer Eye. The most frequently heard comment: "That lead singer looks awesome for someone who's 42." Very hot indeed.
Some statistics: It looked like about 150 were there. The sound mix was spectacular, maybe because of the huge board used last night. I would go into more detail, but I'm late for work and this is running way long, especially with Column 13, below, a recap of last week's INXS auditions provided by a source who was inside all the action. Does Matt Whipkey really have to worry about his "cred" after this experience? I don't think so. If he can get to L.A. for the next round and get copies of his Anonymous American CD in the hands of some industry hacks, he's accomplished a lot. I doubt anyone from around here really has a chance of winning the damn competition anyway, so why not take advantage of the CBS/Mark Burnett organization to get your music out there?
Son, Ambulance interview; Bettie Serveert, Little Brazil, The Third Men tonight... – Feb. 16, 2005
The on-the-porch interview with Son, Ambulance just went online (read it here). Joe Knapp and his crew talk about the hazards of touring, the new CD, and their (unadmitted) black sheep status at Saddle Creek Records. Funny, when I showed up at their house it was a nice, 60+ degree evening. Joe was a little late so I waited out on the porch. When he drove up, we just started talking out there while the other band members arrived. I fired up my lap-top. But after about 30 minutes, the sun went down, and by the time we were done, I was freezing. Joe was toasty in his parka. Ironman Jesse McKelvey only wore a short-sleeved shirt but didn't seem to mind the cold at all. Tough as nails, he is.
The details on Friday night's Son, Ambulance gig: They'll be set up in the Atrium at the Joslyn Museum right under the Chihuly. Anyone can come, but if you have a current college ID (from any college) you get in free. It's $6 for everyone else.
Tonight is Bettie Serveert at Sokol Underground with Little Brazil and The Third Men -- the reincarnation of The Sons of featuring Mike Tulis, Mike Loftus, Matt Rutledge, and Pat White, formerly of the Bent Scepters (Iowa City). Tulis says the band has taken a more psychedelic-tinged, power-pop approach. Sounds good to me. Look for a review of the show here tomorrow morning, along with Column 13 -- an inside look at the INXS auditions.
Bright Eyes on the Late Late Show... – Feb. 15, 2005
I TiVo'd Bright Eyes on the Late Late Show last night. What happened to Craig Kilborn? He turned into an unfunny, geeky Irish guy in a bad suit. To be honest with you, I hated Kilborn's snarky approach and was happy to see him go. But who is this guy? What the hell? I guess he's kind of charming with his I-don't-know-what-I'm-doing schtick. Especially when he's talking about Bright Eyes:
"I'm a big fan of the Bright Eyes. The American kids look to me for their musical tastes, and I have to say, 'Bright Eyes, that's my tip for the tour.'" A lot of what Craig Ferguson says doesn't make sense. He could be Scottish. His next comment confirmed it. He said Bright Eyes is really just Conor Oberst, and compared BE to Scottish band Aztec Camera, saying that band was basically just Roddy Frame. "There was no Aztecs or cameras or anything. So when he gets out here I'm going to ask 'Are you Conor or Bright Eyes?'"
Before that, though, was Jane Seymour and the bastard responsible for writing that over-glorified piece of shit called Million Dollar Baby - not exactly A-list guests. If you don't have TiVo, really, consider picking one up. Then: "Please welcome Conor Oberst and Bright Eyes!" They played "Road to Joy," a good choice, though I'm sure it frightened a lot of people in the Heartland. Conor smashed a guitar, Nate Walcott smashed his trumpet (I'm not kidding). It was very noisy. The mix was pretty bad.
And then, lo and behold, Conor did his first sit-down interview after a performance. So are you Bright Eyes or Conor Oberst? "Mike Mogis is the other person in the band." Was anyone hurt during the destruction? "Everyone's fine, I think." Are you okay for cash? "That was an extremely expensive guitar I smashed." You rock. I love your work. I'm reading you're the new Bob Dylan. Do you like that? "There's worse things to be called. I don't see it myself, personally." Who else is an influence? (I think that's what he asked. Ferguson mumbles a lot.) "Townes Van Zandt, Leonard Cohen, Simon Joyner." Conor was funny with his shy-guy stutter, but he looked like he couldn't wait to get out of that leather chair. Next up is Leno on May 3. I doubt that Oberst will be doing any chatting afterward on that one. Oberst is playing three sold-out nights at The Orpheum while he's in L.A. Here's a review of the first night from the Hollywood Reporter.
That's it. Look for a profile of Son, Ambulance tomorrow morning, right here, including a glamorous band photo!
Todd Grant, Jolie Holland tonight at Mick's – Feb. 13, 2005
I know very little about Todd Grant other than he released an album in '95 on local label Ismist Records called Strangled Soul, and that shortly afterward he formed Compost with Matt Rutledge and Heath Cole. Tim Kasher is a fan of Grant. When I interviewed Kasher for a profile of The Good Life last October, he said he'd been working with Grant on a new Grant solo album. Kasher obviously won't be playing with Grant tonight as The Good Life are currently touring in Europe. For many fans of '90s local music, this could be a special event. Tickets are $12 and the show starts at 9 p.m. The Todd Grant Project will be opening for Dolorean March 13 at Sokol Underground.
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Live Review: Jump Is A, Fizzle Like a Flood, The Pomonas – Feb. 12, 2005
Figuring that I'm going to see Little Brazil next Wednesday anyway when they open for Bettie Serveert, I went down to O'Leaver's last night for what I thought would be a a small crowd with a laid-back vibe. Instead, the draw was respectable (the promoter estimated 40 paid -- a packed house for such a small club). I thought there'd only be two bands, but Doug Kabourek of Fizzle Like a Flood invited his pals The Pomonas to come up from Lawrence and play their first out-of-state gig. Other than Doug (who had been knocked out by them before) no one had heard of them. It was a pleasant surprise. They are truly a diamond in the rough -- and I mean rough. A few minutes in and it was obvious that last night was only their fourth live show (as they would later announce from the stage, along with a tribute to former president Gerald Ford). Ah, but underneath all the confusion were some very fun-loving songs. Their style is pure indie-garage (perfectly suited for O'Leaver's). Doug thought they sounded like an early SST band. Doug must have been drunk. If I stretched my imagination I could maybe hear some latter-day Meat Puppets in there. These guys are poppier than that. Think of a messy, early '90s Matador band, practicing in your basement. Their attraction comes from the buzzing bass parts, played by some blond-haired guy in WuTang T-shirt (unbeatable). Vocals ranged from falsetto yelps to unison cheers to straight-on indie crooning. But messy, really messy. Hey, what do you expect? Imagine how they'll sound in six months.
Fizzle Like a Flood is slowly approaching a cuteness threshold that they dearly need to avoid. Doug's songs are precious enough on their own without projecting a Peanuts Valentine's Day cartoon on the big-screen TV behind them (I'm not kidding). What's next? Is Doug going to start wearing fuzzy earmuffs on stage? Is a 12-year-old girl in a Brownie uniform going to present him with a wicker basket filled with kittens? Maybe Doug could set down his guitar and do some knitting during the set. Sonically, they were in good form. Travis Sing backing on electric guitar (the only other member of the band last night) made all the difference. Kabourek's tunes have a sameness that begs for more instrumentation or at least a variance in the arrangements (which is the reason behind the success of his multi-instrumental 40-track recordings).
Fizzle ran long and A Is Jump didn't get started until a quarter after 12. They were an interesting little band whose frontman occasionally lilted like Morrissey and were at their best when they tried to rock; the slower numbers wore me down.
I'm looking around, but I don't see any shows of note this evening. Looks like another night at The Brothers...
Tonight: Little Brazil at Sokol; Fizzle at O'Leaver's – Feb. 11, 2005
Little Brazil celebrates the release of its debut full-length, You and Me (Mt. Fuji), tonight at Sokol Underground. I'm listening to the opening track, "Now," as I write this -- fuzzy, distorted, swinging lead guitar, lazy backbeat drums, rolling bass reminiscent of The Pixies, and Landon Hedges' baby-blue vocals singing "And I've learned a lot from this / Don't trust fleeting love, don't trust your friends." Every time I hear a Little Brazil song I think about untold stories in the shadows of Hedges' career, and I'm probably wrong. Something dark is inspiring these lyrics. Maybe one day he'll let us all in on it. Are they the next big thing to come out of Omaha? Three bands are opening for Little Brazil: Bella Lea (consisting of Stephen Howard (Pinebender), Maura Davis (Denali), Matt Clark (Pinebender, Joan of Arc), and Ryan Rapsys (Euphone, Heroic Doses); Minneapolis' Clair de Lune (Deep Elm Records) and Kansas' Shots Fired (ex-Rocket Fuel is the Key). Hate to say it because I don't want to dissuade anyone from going, but if you miss the show, Little Brazil plays Sokol Underground again next Wednesday, opening for Bettie Serveert. That said, Fizzle Like a Flood is playing down at O'Leaver's tonight with Cedar Falls' A Is Jump. Is Fizzle the next big thing to come out of Omaha?
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Column 12: The INXS auditions and BE sales – Feb. 10, 2005
An addendum to the addendum on today's column: As posted on the Lazy-i webboard yesterday afternoon, Bright Eyes' I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning, which was #10 on last week's Billboard charts, suffered a 47 percent drop in sales, and fell to #37 this week. Digital Ash In A Digital Urn, last week's #15 album, was hit with a 55 percent sales dip, and fell to #55. Some reasons for the decline are discussed in the column below, but I can tell you it was anything but unexpected. We'll continue to see small waves of sales as Bright Eyes does guest shots on The Late Show with Craig Ferguson next Monday and Leno May 2.
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Bettie Serveert interview online; Le'Beat tonight – Feb. 9, 2005
Very little time this morning, thanks to the snow (oh, my achin' back!). Just placed online, a profile/interview with Bettie Serveert, interviewed via satellite phone connection with The Netherlands (read it here). Bettie frontwoman Carol van Dyk was kind enough to do an interview at 12:30 in the morning her time. She talks about living in Holland, the Palomine years and covering Bright Eyes on the band's new CD. Bettie Serveert plays at Sokol Underground next Wednesday, Feb. 16 with Little Brazil (fresh off this week's CD release show).
Tonight's big show (other than Secret Machines at The Ranch Bowl) is Le'Beat down at Sokol Underground as part of The River's Wednesday night concert series. I have yet to attend one of these gigs, tonight may be a first (if my allergies don't get the best of me). Le' Beat plays first at 8 p.m. and is followed by Good with Guns, Names Without Numbers and The Jazzwholes -- all for $5. Down at the Ranch Bowl, in addition to Secret Machines you have Autolux and Moving Units, all for $15. That one probably starts at around 9.
I might get second-week numbers on the Bright Eyes sales this morning. If I do, I'll do an update to today's blog and pass 'em on.
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In other old news, Bright Eyes on Leno – Feb. 8, 2005
No update yesterday because I was too busy finishing up a profile/interview of Bettie Serveert (online tomorrow) and this week's column, which is focused on the INXS auditions at Mick's Friday (online Thursday). Other than that, not a lot to report this morning. Looks like Bright Eyes has been slated to play The Tonight Show with Jay Leno May 2, according to this press release, which also includes some details about Neva Dinova. You'll notice that I will occasionally post some of the more interesting label flackery on the new webboard when it drops in my e-mail box, so take a glance.
Here's a few more headlines:
Beep Beep saddles into Tucson (Arizona Daily Wildcat) -- An amusing interview with the band from the road. Interesting pull-quote from Chris Hughes: "I don't see Omaha as this cultural hub that helps recognize artists. It's totally DIY. You accept the limitations that the city has and you try to work around it."
Watch Out, Jessica Simpson: Bright Eyes Are Suddenly Your Competition (MTV.com) -- Oberst talks about the charts and making videos (hopefully) with Alexander Payne. Amusing quote: "I do think it's cool that something released on an indie can outsell [records] that have bigger budgets and a lot more promotion behind them. It's a testament to music fans that go out and find music they like and get into it and it's just not what they are being spoon-fed."
Harmonies and Abysses (Village Voice) -- The latest Consumer Guide by personal critical mentor Robert Christgau. Includes reviews of The Arcade Fire and Greed Day (dud of the month!).
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Live review from outside O'Leaver's; New Amsterdams tonight – Feb. 6, 2005
As I anticipated, it was a crush scene at O'Leaver's last night for The Mariannes and Simon Joyner and the Wind-up Birds. I arrived at around 10:45, about 10 minutes before Joyner and his band took the stage. But just bending my head inside the door I realized that I wouldn't be seeing a show that evening. People were packed in like sardines, sandwiched between the railing and the bar. There simply wasn't anywhere to stand without being in someone's way. I tried anyway, and was able to buy a Rolling Rock and chat with a few people, but once the show started, I was relegated to the Golden Tee machine behind the wall. So I heard the first two or three songs from inside the venue, but never actually saw the band perform. From that vantage point, they sounded better than ever, maybe the best I've ever heard them sound, determined to play a set of loud, electric folk music accentuated by Joyner's wobbling, off-kilter voice. I went outside and listened to a couple more songs and got to wondering why Joyner wasn't out touring with this band. According to his website, he did a brief European solo tour including some dates with Bright Eyes last November, but that's about it. You also have to wonder why Saddle Creek or Team Love have never released his material when all the bands on those labels love his work. I guess that's the way he wants it. There's nothing wrong with Jagjaguwar, but I have a feeling the label doesn't provide the same level of exposure that Saddle Creek could. Anyway, two songs later and feeling cold in my jean jacket, I called it a night.
I don't suspect we'll see a replay of that mob scene tonight when The New Amsterdams -- Matthew Pryor of The Get Up Kids side project -- takes the O'Leaver's stage with The Monarch Song.
A preponderance of bass Simon Joyner tonight – Feb. 5, 2005
Notice that the headline doesn't say "Live Review: Mars Black." Look, what do I know about hip-hop? I've only written two features that involved hip-hop in the past six years -- a piece on the Midwest Alliance way back in '99 and a profile on Brother Ali (which resulted in Ali dissing me from stage because I said he was a white guy -- which he is sort of). There's only one hip-hop CD from '04 that has a permanent place on my i-Pod -- Danger Mouse & Jemini's Ghetto Pop Life. As far as old school goes, like just about everyone I do like me some N.W.A. and Public Enemy (for the simplest of reasons -- in addition to the beats, they were the first hip-hop acts where I could understand every angry word coming out of their mouths). I'm not down with today's top acts. 50 Cent? Nothing special. Eminem? This generation's MC900 Ft. Jesus. Simply put, I'm of the opinion that if the emcee doesn't have the skills, well it all comes down to the DJ. The frontman has to be in your face. You can't ignore him. And in this day and age, he better do something I haven't heard before (and he better do it better). But the honest truth is, I just don't listen to much hip-hop, and that makes my opinion of last night's show all but worthless.
That said, I was among the 127 who showed up for Mars Black's CD release show at Sokol Underground. The crowd was a mixed bag of suburban guys dressed in character, Creek scenesters showing some Team Love love, a few black guys, and even a handful of children. I got there in time to catch all of Jamazz's set and for my money, he was better on the mic than Mars -- his rhymes were more memorable (especially the one about getting "fucking paid"). The same emcee, E'Babbs, worked both sets, so there wasn't a lot of variety. His mix was pure throwback, almost minimal bass-and-beats with a few scratch accoutrements thrown in. Jamazz did his thing solo for about 40 minutes, then he called Mars Black on stage for a guest spot that was actually the beginning of Mars' set (Jamazz never left the stage). And so, Mars did his thing for about 45 minutes. Standard issue hip-hop. Just like with his CD, Folks Music, I wasn't feeling it. The rhymes sounded old school, with some Omaha references thrown in to the usual mix of chest-beating lyrics about bitches and ho's and these mean city streets. Maybe that's the way it has to be. I'm sure there was something in there that I don't get, something unique, but it all sure sounded like that same ol' song -- or rap in this case. Or maybe there just isn't anywhere else for hip-hop to go? I don't think so. But what the hell do I know about hip-hop? Absolutely nothing, so take this for what it's worth.
Speaking of fresh lyricists, O'Leaver's will have one of the best to ever come out of this mean ol' town tonight with Simon Joyner. Opening the festivities will be The Mariannes, who are some real gangsta's on the mic. It'll be packed. Get there early, G.
Mars Black tonight; New improved webboard! – Feb. 4, 2005
Tonight, Team Love recording artist Mars Black brings his own unique flavor of hip-hop to Sokol Underground. I've been withholding my comments about his new CD until I get a chance to see his "skeelz" live. Also on the bill, Jamazz & The Thoughtless Poets. Expect a full review tomorrow (if I attend).
If you have a moment, check out the new Lazy-i Webboard. The old board was riddled with pop-up ads (including insidious ads that somehow got around every pop-up blocker I've used) and was generally somewhat ugly. The new one works more like what you've seen at more sophisticated (i.e., better) websites. I'm also working with the team at eleven19.com to develop a better homepage "blog" environment. Watch for that in the future. Anyway, check out the board and leave a comment about it or anything else on your mind...
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Is Omaha suffering from a lack of venues? – Feb. 3, 2005
Those looking for the Bright Eyes sales numbers, scroll down to yesterday's blog entry. LinOma Rising, the show mentioned in the column below, is being re-aired again tonight on Cox Channel 17 (and if I know Cox, it'll probably be re-aired about a 100 more times). Though I don't agree with many of the bands' comments regarding local venues, my hat's off to Randy Cotton for putting the show together. It should get people talking. I know it got my attention. Here's this week's column, which is also in today's issue of The Reader:
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Update: Finally, here are the numbers... – Feb. 2, 2005, 12:17 p.m.
So here's the scoop. According to Jason at Saddle Creek: I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning clocks in at No. 10 in the Billboard charts with 56,167 scanned during its first week of sales. Digital Ash in a Digital Urn is No. 15 with 45,736 scanned. That's a combined total of 101,903 sold during the first week, which means Aaron at KSU will be receiving a copy of the new Mars Black CD, having guessed the total sales would be 87,650. Congrats, Aaron, and thanks to everyone who entered the contest!
According to Oberst's press agent, Press Here Publicity, Wide Awake and Digital Ash will also land on the following charts:
Album Chart -- #2 and #3 respectively
Radio 1 Top 40 Indie Albums Chart -- #3
and #5 respectively
#21 / #30
Can the CDs sales continue this momentum? We'll have wait and see. It's a long way to a gold record.
And the winner is...? – Feb. 2, 2005
Don't know yet, but I have a good idea. I'm still waiting for some numbers from Creek, which will be our official source for this experiment. Some numbers are already in from different sources. Hits Daily Double, an industry website, reports that Wide Awake sold 40,784 units, landing it at No. 18 on their chart; while Digital Ash moved 33,849 units, placing it at No. 28 (No. 1 was Kenny Chesney's Be As You Are, with 303,456 units sold). That's a total of 74,633 units combined sales for both Bright Eyes CDs -- not bad, but it seems somewhat light when you consider that there have been reports of widespread sell-outs of the entire first pressing, which could mean sales exceeding 100,000 (I'm told by one source that Creek pressed more copies of Wide than Ash). Also according to Daily Double, Wide Awake was the No. 2 best-selling CD at chainstores Newbury Comics, Virgin, Tower and Dimple (The Documentary by hip-hop act The Game took the top spot). We'll just have to wait and see. Again, if I know by lunch, look for an update after lunch. No feature story this week, but I'm working on two right now: Bettie Serveert and Son, Ambulance. Tomorrow's column asks if Omaha has enough venues or just needs a replacement for The Cog Factory.
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Update – Feb. 1, 2005, 12:44 p.m.
Jason from the Creek says they won't have the first week numbers until tomorrow morning. Stay tuned. If this is accurate, than it would appear that Wide Awake only made it to No. 2 on the CMJ chart, while Digital Ash came in at No. 14. CMJ charts are based on combined airplay reports from CMJ's panel of college, commercial and non-commercial radio stations, not sales.
Who won? Mike Park tonight – Feb. 1, 2005
I will be trying to track down the first-week sales numbers for the two Bright Eyes CDs throughout the day. If I get the word this morning, look for an update on this here blog at lunch, with a winner declared. Clever contest-goers waited until the last minute (i.e., yesterday) to enter. I have a feeling all of us who had in a guess in mind last week will be sadly underestimating the final number.
Our friends over at Someday Never are presenting Mike Park tonight at Sokol Underground with Colossal, Jenny Choi, and Youth in Asia. Park is the visionary behind last year's Plea for Peace tour. In some regard, he's known more for his peace-and-hope endeavors than for his music, and I have to admit never hearing his music before, so I went to i-Tunes and listened to some samples -- sounds like Elvis Costello-influenced acoustic ballads, and well-done at that, but hey, you can only glean so much information from a series of 30-second sound clips.
In other news, the Coachella line-up was announced to much huzzahs yesterday. Bright Eyes, along with New Order and Nine Inch Nails, closes out the second night of the Indio, California, festival that's held April 30-May 1. I'll believe the NIN part when I see it. MTV has more info here.
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Last day for the BE contest... – Jan. 31, 2005
Last day to get in on the contest to win a Mars Black CD. Just take your best guess at first-week sales of the two new Bright Eyes CDs -- send it to Tim@Lazy-i.com by midnight tonight. I'll try to track down the number sometime tomorrow.
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Live Review: Beep Beep, Rogue Wave, Two Gallants – Jan. 29, 2005
I keep getting surprised at these rock shows. Last week it was The Terminals. This week it's Beep Beep. While I admit I've always liked the band's music for its twisted, serial-killer-next-door style and ricochet-twitch delivery, last night's performance took it to a whole 'nuther level.
The last couple times I saw them live, they were probably more disturbing than entertaining. The sonics got lost in themselves and you never really knew what to listen to. Last night they sounded like an entirely different band, thanks to a deeper, bassier mix, a richer texture from Eric Bemberger's guitar and a whip-crack rhythm section that forced itself on the audience like a cheap whore. I didn't even recognize the band for the first three or four songs -- were these songs on the CD? I think Joel Petersen is doing something completely different on bass than I remember from the other shows. The beats were much more defined, and -- shall I say it -- danceable, while Chris Hughes' and Eric's vocals (augmented at times by Joel) were high-drama girl-talk.
Bemberger, with his weird, dinosaur-arm retarded-boy gestures and look-at-me-daddy facial expressions, is downright unnerving -- at one point he tried to lick drummer Mike Sweeney's head. Thankfully, his riffage is enough of a distraction to keep you from calling the cops. Hughes, on the other hand, looks like an angry boy scout acting out in front of a mirror. Even Joel, the most normal of the front-stage triage, comes off strangely angular and exotic.
Their music has shifted noticeably away from its early dissonance to a more well-defined assemblage of method and sound. You can compare them to Devo or Pere Ubu or even Gang of Four around the edges, but it misses the point. No one around here is doing what they do, and certainly no one you'd hear on the radio.
Something tells me that they crossed a threshold last night, and not just because they managed to sell out Sokol Underground. Months and months of touring has somehow pulled the stray threads together, erased all the scribbling outside the lines. Beep Beep has become accessible to more than just the avant-'70s underground music snob who listens out of respect to the post-punk masters. The whole "you have to listen to it five times" disclaimer has flown out the window. Forget it. You either get it or you don't. On first listen. Something tells me more and more people will get it as they hit the road on a brutal North American tour that runs through the second week of March.
Our friends at 1 Percent are keeping their word -- the show began right at 9 p.m. The new time seems to be working because the place was more than half full when I got there and a steady stream of people were coming down the stairs to get in. Two Gallants, a drum-and-guitar duo, opened the show with a set of long, three-quarter-time ballads that married Arlo Guthrie with Janis Joplin (sort of) to create a nasal-esque folk-blues "explosion" that seemed to go on and on. Every tune felt three minutes too long, but I guess the guy had a story to tell.
Next up was Rogue Wave, the headliner that didn't headline. Where was bassist Sonya Westcott? After some wrangling with the sound guy through the first couple of songs, the band settled down to a nice set that sounded like their album, though the mix was much denser and bassier than you'll hear on the disc. I love this style of music when I'm in the mood for it, but I wasn't after Two Gallants' set of jalopy waltzes and knowing that Beep Beep was simmering somewhere, ready to explode. I had a feeling that the band was forced off the stage rather abruptly, that they probably had a two-song encore in their arsenal but skipped it when the lights came up directly after their "last song." They looked confused for a moment, then quickly started to put away their gear.
On tap tonight: Well there's always Shelterbelt with Five Story Fall at The 49'r -- a strange clashing of styles when you consider one's sort of indie while the other is mainstream. It'll be a treat to see how Shelterbelt gets their 8- or 9-piece rock orchestra crushed into the little stage at the Niner.
The Oberst Watch: Get in on the contest and win a Mars Black CD. Just take your best guess at first-week sales of the two new Bright Eyes CDs -- send it to Tim@Lazy-i.com by midnight Monday. I've only received three guesses so far, so your odds are looking mighty good. The latest hype:
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Rogue Wave tonight – Jan. 28, 2005
The Oberst Watch: Get in on the contest and win a Mars Black CD. Just take your best guess at first-week sales of the two new Bright Eyes CDs -- send it to Tim@Lazy-i.com by midnight Monday. I've only received a couple guesses so far, so your odds are looking mighty good. A little bird told me that the initial guesses in yesterday's column are gonna be off -- way off -- or could be right on, if we we're talking about sales on the release date alone. This could be a monster. The latest hype:
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Column 10... – Jan. 27, 2005
This is sort of an update/rewrite of last week's column that didn't run in The Reader, so you might recognize a phrase or two. Added are comments from Homer's Records' Veep Mike Fratt who's been in this business for a lotta years and brings a unique commercial perspective. Things continue to heat up. Wide Awake is No. 2 on i-Tunes behind Kenny Chesney; Digital Ash is No. 4 behind the Garden State soundtrack. There are reports of the Bright Eyes 7-inch promo of "When the President Talks to God" initially fetching upwards to $40 on e-bay. There are reports of West Coast Best Buy stores selling out of copies of both CDs on Tuesday.
The Oberst Watch: A summary of yesterday's Oberst-related hype:
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Rogue Wave Interview (and outtakes) – Jan. 26, 2005
The interview/profile with Rogue Wave's Zach Rogue (I wonder if that's his real name?) is online (read it here). Zach, who wrote and recorded the first (and only) Rogue Wave album, talks about how he pulled his band together by placing an ad on an web-based want ads service. Since he's the primary singer-songwriter, I asked why he bothered to form a permanent band when he could hire rotating musicians for tours. That idea didn't appeal to him. "That could change, though, if we start hating each other," he said jokingly. "I like to feel that the people I play with are on the same page with me and share the same goals. The bands that I've always been drawn to are the ones with a real sense of togetherness -- the democracy of R.E.M., for example, when Bill Barry had that aneurysm, asking if the band should even continue. That's a powerful statement. The fact is, you're only as good as your parts, and I like relying on others." Another part of the interview that didn't make it into the final story is his take on sports. We spent the first 10 minutes or so talking baseball and football; Rogue is an avid baseball fan and goes to a lot of Oakland A's games. His idea for punishing players like Randy Moss and T.O. when they cross the line: "The penalty shouldn't be financial," he said. "Those guys should be forced to get a real job for a year, a crappy desk job, and see how everyone else lives their lives." It certainly would make for a lively office.
The Oberst Watch: Get in on the contest and win a Mars Black CD. Just take your best guess at first-week sales of the two new Bright Eyes CDs -- send it to Tim@Lazy-i.com by midnight Monday. I've only received a couple guesses so far, so your odds are looking mighty good. A glance at Amazon.com's top-seller's list shows that I'm Wide Awake is No. 1, while Digital Ash is at No. 6. Today's Oberst-related hype:
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The big drop; Guess-the-sales contest; The Oberst Watch – Jan. 25, 2005
No update yesterday as I spent the morning writing a feature on Bay Area band Rogue Wave that'll go online tomorrow morning. They're opening for Beep Beep Friday night, though talking to Zach Rogue, I don't think they realized they were "opening," as he said this was his band's first "headlining" tour (they're traveling with Two Gallants).
And over lunch yesterday, I put together this week's column -- a speculative view of how well the two Bright Eyes releases will sell their first week -- the CDs officially drop today. Adding his perspective is Homer's Record's VP Mike Fratt. Look for that column online Thursday. If you want to take part in the fun, drop me an e-mail with your guess on each CD's first-week sales -- send it to Tim@Lazy-i.com. I'll give the person who comes closest to the actual sales number a copy of the new Mars Black CD (their press agent sent me two copies). Your guess has to be in by midnight next Monday.
That said, the Oberst hype machine continues to run full blast, and today's edition of The Oberst Watch includes the following headlines (linked to their respective stories, though they can be somewhat finicky. If it 404s, retry it):
Live Review: Zyklon Bees, The Street Urchins – Jan. 23, 2005
I have a headache from two nights in a row, so I'll be briefer than usual. Around 75 were at Sokol Underground last night for the Zyklon Bees' CD release show that also featured The Street Urchins and Bombardment Society. I missed Bombardment (looks like 1 Percent is holding true to their word by starting shows at the stroke of 9). The Street Urchins played the same blend of glam/arena/punk rock they've become known for (and that I love, see the Nov. 14, 2004 blog entry), but were somewhat tamed by a larger stage and sparser crowd. The music had the same riffage and bombast, but not the same energy that I saw at their last 49'r show where they fed off a crowd that was practically on top of them. Here's a band that only gets better from the chaos of a packed house. Now they need to figure out how to create that chaos in larger room.
I've never seen the Zyklon Bees before, but I've enjoyed their recorded music for more than its faithfulness to its '60s garage roots. Fronted by The Terminals' John Ziegler, the four-piece includes Jillian Meyer on bass/vocals, Calvin Retwlaff on drums and guitarist Nick Waggoner. I thought, live, they sounded more restrained and laid-back than on CD (it's usually the other way around). Ziegler's voice borders on monotone at times, but it does what it needs to do, while the rhythm section seemed to putter along. Their stripped-down compositions don't leave much for Retwlaff to do beyond pound out a rather flat backbeat. But here's the part I can't figure out. I just read The Daily Nebraskan story on the band, I looked on their website and the Speed! Nebraska site as well, and I've yet to find a mention of Wagonner's age. Maybe people are afraid to discuss it, but it was the first thing that hits you when you see them on stage -- he looks like he couldn't be more than 15. With his flip haircut and Raybans he looks like one of those Brady kids, with stage antics like a pint-sized version of Matt Whipkey. Wagonner was the life of the party, bouncing around on stage, hamming it up in the spotlight, jumping off the drumset and once even wandering into the crowd. He reminds me (and others I spoke with) of a young Thurston Moore. His guitar work was somewhat raw and unchallenging (I'm not sure what he was trying to do with the guitar-slide on the set closer), but there were times when he ripped into some nasty solos that would force a smile on anyone's face... an amazing talent.
Tonight's hot show is Hem at Mick's with David Mead, Dawn Landes and Goodbye Sunday. I'm told it's nearly sold out. I'm gonna miss this one, exhausted by a day of playoff football and an already long weekend of shows, but it should be a mad house.
Live Review: The Terminals, The Lepers; Zyklon Bees, Street Urchins tonight – Jan. 22, 2005
The Terminals that I saw last night only vaguely resembled The Terminals I saw play at O'Leaver's last April. That old version of The Terminals were okay in a retro-'60s garage band sort of way, but seemed uncertain and less than confident with their material. They were, to put it simply, a nice band.
Last night's version of The Terminals resembled four sweaty, angry punk rockers deadset on killing somebody before the end of the night. And they did. They killed the 50 or so pushed up against the stage who couldn't take their eyes or ears off this band. After watching last night's set, I'm ready to declare them one of the top three live bands in Omaha. Their lilting, sunshine '60s tone has been replaced by razor-sharp, East Coast, blackshirt garage chords, snarling, angry vocals and a double-helping of Lower East Side attitude.
The line-up is the same: The wife-and-husband team of Liz and Brooks Hitt on guitar and drums, lead guitarist John Ziegler and Dave Goldberg on keyboards. All share vocals (though the Hitts, especially Liz, take center stage) and switch instruments once or twice late in the set. Whereas the vast majority of women vocalists in this market sound like Lilith Fair cheese factories, Liz Hitt is the real deal -- straight-up, raw and confident, no woman has fronted an angry rock band like her since Heidi Ore. Her voice is big and brassy enough to cut through all the gritty filth that surrounds her without losing an ounce of sex appeal -- yeah, she's hot. Shaggy husband Brooks recalls vocalists from the trash '60s era (Them, Yardbirds, Pretty Things), while Goldberg is Goldberg, the guy we fondly remember from The Carsinogents, albeit that much more intense.
Together, their style is a loud and brawling bar punk straight out of classic CBGB's but all moderned up -- think Dolls, Lovers, Fingers propped up on X and The Pixies. In addition to using sheer force, their secret weapon is changing up -- on vocals, on instruments and most importantly, on pace and style. This isn't 35 minutes of the same 4/4 knuckle-buster punk chords -- the band throws curve balls in the form of more subtle retro sounds that push closer to R&B than punk. During one change up, when Goldberg switched instruments with Ziegler, we got a helping of pure raindrops drive-in rock -- the guy next to me said they sounded like The Crystals.
The biggest contrast from April was the band's balance -- no one instrument dominates. Back then, the highlight was when Goldberg took over the drum kit. Not last night. Though he brought a different style on the sticks, it was only different, not necessarily better.
After their set, I told a sweaty Goldberg that the band was completely different than the one I saw last year. He swears they're the same people playing the same songs, but with a little more grit -- true, if you're talking about enough grit to fill a grave pit.
The Lepers were in good form, though they're going to have to realize that their dark, tonal music will never appeal to as wide an audience as a band like The Terminals. Guitarist/vocalist Owen Cleasby has never been in better voice, and drummer Ken Brock only gets better. But for the first time during one of their sets, I wondered how much depth they could add to their music's foreboding if they added a bass player to the mix. Stand by.
Tonight I'll be at Sokol Underground to catch the other incarnation of Dave Goldberg as he sits behind the kit with The Street Urchins. It's rock pomp and circumstance that you shouldn't miss.
The Dave Goldberg Weekend Extravaganza! (with addendum) – Jan. 21, 2005
all starts tonight when Omaha's hardest
working musician, Dave Goldberg (formerly
of notable bands Full Blown and The
Carsinogents), takes a seat behind the
keyboards with his band
Then tomorrow night down at Sokol Underground, Goldberg slaps on the make-up with the rest of The Street Urchins and spends the night playing glam punk meets '70s arena rock (as in KISS) done up by a band that should be playing at The Roxy or The Troubadour moreso than CBs or Max's KC -- Sunset Strip Hollywood glam meets NY Dolls pomp. You will become a believer. The Urchins are opening for The Zyklon Bees Speed! Nebraska CD release show that also features The Omens. Meanwhile, across town, another former member of The Carsinogents (Marc Phillips) launches his new project, The Philharmonic, at The 49'r with The Miscasts.
for those of you wondering how people outside
of Omaha view our fair city, check out this
description that leads off this Bright
Eyes profile that appeared in the
ADDENDUM: As you can see by the many strikethroughs, I shouldn't over-rush to get something online before I go to work. I have no defense for calling The Terminals "The Thermals" except for old eyes. The Providence/Phoenix screw-up is partially due to the design of their web site (and old eyes).
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Column 9, sort of...; Austin Britton at O'Leaver's? – Jan. 20, 2005
This week's column didn't run in The Reader -- it was cut for space along with a good deal of the music section. They want to run it next week, but it won't make sense in its current form, and will likely have to be severely adapted. So you get the original version here, and I'll post any new bits next week as an addendum to this one.
According to Someday Never, there's a show at O'Leaver's tonight with Austin Britton (Kite Pilot), Carter Tantor and Adam Weaver, but I can't verify that info because www.oleavers.com doesn't show any January dates. Go at your own risk. The worst thing that could happen is that you'd get drunk watching NCAA basketball.
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And the Winners Are – Jan. 18, 2005
Thanks to the multitude of people who entered the Lazy-i Best of 2004 CD giveaway. Just like every year, a highly scientific method was used to select the five winners -- numbers were written on torn pieces of paper, then placed into an orange Captiva Island baseball cap. Each number corresponded with an entry. Blind-folded, five slips of paper were carefully drawn from the hat and announced live on The Today Show by funnyman Al Roker. Without further ado, this year's winners are:
Asewicz, Conway, AR
Your CDs will be dropped in the mail tomorrow. Congratulations, winners!.
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Last Day – Jan. 17, 2005
I'll make this short and sweet: Today is the deadline if you wanna get in on the Lazy-i Best of 2004 CD Compilation giveaway. All you have to do is e-mail me (email@example.com) with your name and mailing address by midnight tonight and you'll be entered into the drawing. Tracks include songs by Now It's Overhead, The Faint, American Music Club, Arcade Fire, Kite Pilot, Rogue Wave, Willy Mason, Ambulance Ltd, The Good Life, Son, Ambulance, Bright Eyes, Danger Mouse, Her Space Holiday, Kings of Convenience and more. Details and track order, are right here. I've already distributed a number of copies to my many music associates who have asked for additional copies and been told that the remaining few are reserved for contest winners -- which means you... if you're lucky. I'll be announcing the winning names in tomorrow's blog entry -- then deleting the contest entries forever. Don't miss out on this chance to win a valuable collector's item that is destined to be a sought-after memento of the mid-'00s Omaha music scene.
And if you didn't check out Lazy-i this weekend, scroll down an enjoy. It's been a busy couple days...
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Live Review: SDN birthday bash with Ladyfinger and friends – Jan. 16, 2005
Well, Ladyfinger delivered as advertised. The guitars are still ringing in my ears. I was reminded of Ritual Device and The Jesus Lizard, heavy bands from the mid-'90s powered by dark, monumental riffs. Tim Moss used to call it "gutter groove," and that pretty much sums it up. I like the fact that they can find that groove and exploit it to full effect -- their insidious melodies tucked between the twin-guitar attack set them apart from the run-of-the-mill screamo/metal bands. That, and a precise white-knuckle rhythm section that features one of the most buoyantly brutal drummers currently working in this town. Chris Machmuller's vocals are more than screams, they actually convey music. I'm told the addition of Jamie Massey as a second guitarist is also making a difference -- I can't say because this is the first time I've heard these guys. Two or three of the songs were remarkably strong, a couple toward the middle of the set were less interesting but still rocked. Don't ask me what they're about; Machmuller (sometimes joined by Jones on vocals) wasn't going out of his way to convey a message. We'll wait for the recordings for that analysis. Rumor has it that a major local label was sniffing around these guys, along with an important West Coast label. If they get back in the studio (there's a couple older tracks on their Myspace site that only give a hint of what they could sound like on CD), and if they hit the road, it's only a matter of time.
Last night's festivities were billed as the Someday Never anniversary party, and also featured Mr. 1986 (I missed them), Rent Money Big (I only saw their last two helpings of chaos, but they seemed tighter than the last time, albeit just as abrasive) and Bombardment Society (always-scorching-hot noise-punk). Joe Someday had to be pleased with the 126 draw on a cold, cold Saturday night.
Keep your eye on the Reviews Matrix as more and more comments about '04 releases go up on a daily basis.
Live Review: Bright Eyes; Tonight: Ladyfinger at Sokol; BLC at The Niner – Jan. 15, 2005
The most notable thing about last night's Bright Eyes show was the lack of drama. No smashed guitars. No drunken hi-jinx. No shouting "me me me me me." Just Conor Oberst and his band playing in front of a sold-out crowd of fans come to see their local hero save the day.
Conor is now so slick with his performance, so rehearsed. There were no characteristic flubs like in the old days, no miscues. He and his band pretty much ran through the set list by-the-numbers, with Conor standing center stage, guitar in hand, making dedications between songs (including one to his mother). As horrible as this sounds, seeing Conor when he's having a bad night is 10 times more entertaining than seeing him perform a flawless set. It's like watching a car race without a wreck.
I credit his lack of consumption -- missing was the usual jug of wine. I only saw him drink water and Rolling Rock. Somewhere along the way he must have come to the realization that he'll never make it through this tour -- which includes stints of 13 straight nights of performances -- nursing brutal hangovers. Last night we saw the new, improved and thoroughly professional Conor Oberst, and it was kind of boring. Look, if you're a huge fan and you've never seen him before, you were on Cloud 9. But if you've seen him a dozen times, you were likely chatting with friends in the room adjacent to the ballroom during the set.
As expected, he played mostly tunes off I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning, the highlights of which were rousing versions of "Landlocked Blues" and closer "Road to Joy." There were a couple old tunes mixed in there as well. The band was Mike Mogis on a variety of stringed instruments, Alex McManus on guitar, Rilo Kiley's Jason Boesel on drums, The Good Life's Steph Drootin on bass, Nick White on keyboards and secret weapon Nate Walcott on trumpet. All sounded very professional, though they seemed slightly detached from our hero most of the evening.
I missed the openers. I was told Tilly put on their usual entertaining show, but that CocoRosie was almost unlistenable -- a dissonant, tuneless affair that included a guy who came out and did a rap halfway through the set. Sorry I missed that. By the time I got there at around 10, Bright Eyes had just started. It was so packed that unless you got there early you weren't going to get anywhere near the stage or even be able to see the band. I edged around all night, from either side, in back next to the sound board and up in the balcony. I thought the sound was somewhat abrasive from every vantage point -- the mix had both too much high-end and too much bass. All's they had to do was drop all the levels a notch and it would have helped. The staging was straight-forward, just like the rest of the performance. I suspect that when Bright Eyes comes back this summer backed by The Faint that we'll be in for a more entertaining evening. Maybe by then Conor will have fallen off the wagon.
is the Someday
Never "birthday bash" at Sokol
Underground featuring Omaha's latest "It"
band Ladyfinger, along with Rent Money Big,
Mr. 1986 and Bombardment
Society. If that doesn't wet your whistle,
grit-rock band Bad Luck Charm makes a rare
appearance tonight at The 49'r. Looks like
our winter rockshow draught is finally over.
The King of Indie Rock tonight – Jan. 14, 2005
Bright Eyes tonight in the frigid, frigid cold. And just in time for the coronation. Our boy Conor was ordained "The King of Indie Rock" here in Rolling Stone online yesterday (I assume the story will also appear in the printed version, eventually). Looks like he had plenty of time to meet with the Rolling Stone boys while he was in Omaha (even if he didn't have time for me). Hey, come on, we're talking Rolling-friggin'-Stone here! Those guys don't do phoners.
Sokol Auditorium needs a coat room. Nothing sucks more than having to wear a parka to the show because it's 2 below, then walking into Sokol Auditorium where it's steaming hot and then having to carry your coat around all night. I guess you could tough it out and make a mad dash from your car to the door, if there's no line to wait in (and there won't be at 10, when I get there). Opening acts are CocoRosie and Tilly and the Wall. I've seen Tilly's tap-dance schtick a half-dozen times, and that's enough, thanks. I listened to a couple CocoRosie songs online and they remind me of Azure Ray without the harmonies. It's an 8 o'clock show (and 1 Percent insists that all shows will start on time in 2005), so I expect Bright Eyes to hit the stage sometime around 10 or 10:30. Someone told me they've been doing rehearsals and set-up at Sokol for the past two days -- I'm not sure why, since Bright Eyes' shows are usually fairly low-tech affairs. Are we in for a big surprise tonight? Look for a full report here tomorrow morning...
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Catching up with Doug Van Sloun – Jan. 13, 2005
I first met Doug Van Sloun back in August of 2003 when he painstakingly explained the process of audio mastering (read that story here). If you look at the liner notes of just about any quality local recording you're likely to fine Doug's name. And with the success of Saddle Creek Records, Doug and Studio B have attracted more and more national bands knocking on their door looking for mastering from this master engineer. So anyway, here's column 8, a brief chat with Doug about the projects he's been working on and will be working on in the coming months...
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Bright Eyes interview and a couple leftovers... – Jan. 12, 2005
The massive Bright Eyes story just went online (read it here). Conor talks about the media, Omaha, New York, politics, Vote for Change, Springsteen, the making of the new CDs, Emmylou Harris, the live show, Desaparecidos, Team Love, Saddle Creek, M. Ward, Tilly, and more. It's also the cover story in today's issue of The Reader, on newsstands now.
I left out very little from our interview, except for the usual back-and-forth about what his lyrics mean. I asked about "Lua," my favorite song off I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning. I told him I enjoy his songs that are almost journalistic in tone, the ones that tell a story. I said I had to believe that it was based on his real life, that I'd been told by members of other Creek bands that, regardless of what anyone says, Conor's songs are really autobiographical. "To me, it doesn't matter," Oberst replied. "I write a lot about my life, my friends... anything to me is fair game. Anything I absorb from the world comes back through the songs. It seems unnecessary to nitpick their meaning, who the pronouns correspond to is beside the point."