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Thursday, June 30, 2005

Column 31: Battle of the Bands; Ladyfinger plays cheap-beer night

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.

Column 31: The New Breed
Two new bands elbow their way to the front of the line.

Getting tired of that ol' indie-rock shtick?

You know what I'm talking about -- all those bands that have cornered the market on jangling guitars, warbly off-key vocals, shuffling snare rhythms and bad posture? The bands whose songs are studies in introspective navel-gazing by guys who can't seem to get over their last break-up?

I am. Seems like we've been hearing that same ol' song way too much lately. Even yours truly -- Mr. Indie Rock himself -- is beginning to yawn and nod off during long sessions with his i-Pod. Really, how many low-fi, low-energy, introspective, pseudo-folk, sons/daughters of Pavement, REM and Sebadoh can a person stand before blacking out on an overdose of ennui?

As cheesy as this sounds, sometimes you just wanna rock. And this past week I saw a couple bands that did just that.

It started Thursday night. Ladyfinger was at O'Leaver's playing at their coming out party of sorts, even though they've been out for quite a while. Too bad I didn't get to see much of it. Oh, I heard it all, the whole blistering set, but I couldn't see it because the place was stacked from "stage" to railing with people standing to watch the sweat fly. It was a crush mob, the type of O'Leaver's crowd usually reserved for a Simon Joyner or Tim Kasher show.

And why not? Word is out that these guys are the next "it" band. Consisting of Ethan Jones, bass/vocals; Pat Oakes, drums; Chris Machmuller, guitar/vocals, and Jamie Massey, guitar, Ladyfinger's style is pure throwback, buzzing and howling to a beat that's distinctly mid-'90s agro-punk a la Ritual Device; ratcheted minor-key buzzsaw guitars 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, but with a beat.

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 in hell it all means. I don't know how they'll do it in the studio. Rumors have circulated for months that labels are sniffing around these guys. Thursday night's crowd will keep the rumors buzzing.

Then there's The Philharmonic -- a company of hard-rocking degenerates featuring guitarist/vocalist and chief pouter Chris Esterbrooks (or just "Brooks" for short) and once-handsome bassist Marc Phillips -- both formerly of the rockabilly-gospel-firebreathing-freak-out act The Carsinogents. Add second guitarist Mike Saklar (No Blood Orphan, Mal Madrigal, ex-Ravine), and out-of-control drummer Jeff Heater (ex-Men of Porn, whether he likes it or not) and you've got yourself a bomb ready to explode.

I've heard them described as a cross between The Wipers and The Hot Snakes -- and still don't know what that means. I liken them to edgy '70s guitar punk meets edgy '70s bombastic heavy metal -- brash, fast and ready to pose for the cameras, boot-up-your-ass music without a hint of ennui. Brooks, held back as a sideman for years with the Carsinogents, lets it all hang out with classic rock 'n' roll panache (Spitting out a burning cigarette before screaming into the mic; doing the ol' stand-on-the-chair-during-my-solo routine).

Like Ladyfinger, don't ask me what their songs were about. I don't know, and I don't care. And neither did a standing crowd at The 49'r Saturday night that looked like they were ready to pounce when Brooks said there was no more.

As the scene begins to tire of all the flaccid indie posing, these two bands stand at the forefront of where it's all headed next. Don't get in their way.

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Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Slowdown speeds up; Bettie Serveert tonight

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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Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Live Review: The Stay Awake, Thunderbirds Are Now!

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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Monday, June 27, 2005

The weekend past; Enon tonight

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 Lincoln'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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Friday, June 24, 2005

Briefly noted Slowdown, Christgau; this weekend's best bets...

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.

Briefly…

-- 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.

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Thursday, June 23, 2005

Live review: Ladyfinger; Statistics tonight

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.

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Wednesday, June 22, 2005

Enon goes to the market; a plethera of shows tonight

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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Tuesday, June 21, 2005

Calm before the storm, Maria Taylor, Radiohead

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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Monday, June 20, 2005

A fey Wednesday?

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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Saturday, June 18, 2005

Live Review: Matson Jones; The Niner or O'Leaver's tonight?

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.

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Friday, June 17, 2005

Matson Jones tonight; The Third Men, Kite Pilot tomorrow...

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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Thursday, June 16, 2005

Column 29 -- Homer's new leader; zZz tonight...

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...

Column 29: The Passion of the Fratt
Homer's new leader does it for the love of it...

Rick Galusha's announcement that he was stepping down from the helm of Homer's Records came as no surprise. Galusha sounded less than upbeat last year when he and I took part in a panel discussion for a UNO business class for entrepreneurs. Maybe he was distracted since the panel took place smack-dab in the middle of his heated race for Register of Deeds, which he would eventually lose. Regardless, that day in class Galusha seemed to make the point that rock and roll was a young man's game, not something that someone his age should be involved with. It's an opinion that I happen to disagree with, but hey, everyone's got a point of view.

Enter young Mike Fratt (only 46), who's been playing the role of second banana at Homer's for years. Now with his ascension to top banana (Fratt says he still doesn't have a title and isn't in any hurry to get one, thank you), the boy wonder has a lot to figure out. Like how he's going to keep Homer's afloat amidst market-share killers like music downloading and file sharing, big-ass box stores like Wal-Mart, Best Buy and Target, and the ever-fickle whims of the Omaha music-buying public.

Fratt says no prob on all three. In fact, despite all those forecasts of doom and gloom for the music retail industry, he's confident sales will continue to come up roses through the end of the decade.

The operative word there is "continue." Because in spite of all the hype about downloading eating up the music retail biz, Homer's revenues have been on an upswing for the past 18 months. Fratt says the chain's combined six-store sales are up over last year, and that it's a trend that's being seen throughout the independent music retail sector. While the industry as a whole is down 8 percent so far for the year, Homer's sales were up by single digits (Fratt wouldn't say how many).

It's more evidence of how the big box stores have seen their dominance slip to indie chains and online sales. As a result, they're cutting back on their selection. Best Buy, for example, dropped its CD selection from 15,000 titles just a few years ago to only 5,000. Add to that the fact that most people who go to box stores to pick up the latest chart-topping Britney crapola at loss-leader prices leave with only one CD; while Homer's shoppers tend to pick up a couple more items before heading to the check outs.

Selection didn't matter as much a few years ago. The big money was in the mega-sellers. But those mega-sellers are becoming fewer and fewer these days. In 2000, only 100 CDs sold more than a million copies in a single year. Last year that number dropped to 60. "People are finding that these big, hyped records are bullshit, and that there are a lot cooler records out there," Fratt said. Records that you're not going to find at Wal-Mart.

Yeah, but what about i-Tunes and downloading? Fratt, whose been involved in music retailing since '75, says the Internet and satellite radio are helping -- not hurting -- his business because they're exposing listeners to more music than ever before. "That's influencing sales," he said. "All those predictions that Internet web stores and file sharing would wipe us out haven't come close to reality."

If anything, Fratt says the web has hurt the box stores more than the small indie retailers. And Homer's is making money with its own internet ventures, including a web store and sales efforts in conjunction with Amazon, eBay and Django's.

Still, Fratt is quick to point out that there's never been a lot of money in the music retail business, even at the head office. What keeps him going is what got him started way back when he was a stock boy at Brandeis in Crossroads. "I kept going down to Musicland on my breaks and bugging them for a job, until they finally broke down and hired me," he said. "I fell in love with it. People that come to work here have a passion for music and want to share it with every customer that walks through the door."

zZz tonight at O'Leaver's with The Lepers; $5, 9:30 or so. Maybe I'll see you there?

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Wednesday, June 15, 2005

Sad reflections on pop culture, take 1...

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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Tuesday, June 14, 2005

The Faint suffers on Kimmel; Kite Pilot switches drummers...

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 Sokol Underground.

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Monday, June 13, 2005

Horrible weekend; The Faint on Kimmel tonight; a clarification and a mystery...

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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Friday, June 10, 2005

The weekend upcoming, briefly noted...

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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Thursday, June 09, 2005

Changes at The Reader as it marches toward world domination; The Terminals at O'Leaver's...

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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Wednesday, June 08, 2005

Column 28 -- French kissing the Blarney Stone; LALD, Le Beat tonight

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.

Column 28: An Irish Rover Returns
Finding a lump of gold in a pot of cheese.

There was no column here last week because, well, I wasn't in the country. Instead, I was in Ireland for a week's worth of boiled potatoes and cold Guinness, crumbling castles and jagged cliffs, bad hotels and tacky gift shops, and of course, lots and lots of St. Patrick's' Day-style music.

Other than the Cliffs of Moher, it was the pubs and music that made spending 35 hours in cramped jets and crowded airports worthwhile. You go to the pubs in Ireland expecting to hear the same traditional music that we've all come to know from Lucky Charms commercials and reruns of "The Quiet Man." I never deluded myself into thinking that I was going to find Ireland's hidden underground indie-rock scene.

Instead, I was content to find comfortable pubs and drown my nights in pints of Kilkenny, Guinness and Smithwicks (pronounced "Smitticks" -- you best not pronounce the "w" if you want a decent pour). If you get there at 8:30, the place will be nearly empty, with only a handful of locals staring up at the live horse races televised from Newton Abbot, Folkestone or Naas and bet on at Ladbrokes booking parlors located almost everywhere. But by 9:30 -- the unofficial starting time for all bands -- the pubs are crush-full with camera-toting tourists looking for a "slice of real Ireland," and a smattering of locals whose bane in life is putting up with camera-toting tourists.

On the first four days, there weren't any surprises. The music sounded pretty much like what you'd hear if you venture out to our versions of The Dubliner or The Brazen Head on a live music night. Irish bands are essentially cover bands playing songs handed down from generation to generation, with the most popular ones eventually making it over to the states where they're played every St. Patrick's day for the beer-soaked masses. The tourists not only want -- they expect to hear "Wild Rover" with its 4-beat clap-along or "Rye Whiskey" ("I'm a rambler / I'm a gambler / I'm a long way from home…") or, god help me, "Danny Boy," which is blared through every gift shop and Blarney Wollen Mills outlet from County Wicklow to County Clare.

And so it was in Dublin and Kinsale, groggy nights filled with drunken group singing and annoying banter from brogue-inflicted band leaders who know just what to say to please the needy tourists, all of whom are proud, chest-thumping great-grandsons of Ireland whose own brogues were worn away generations ago, replaced with nasal Boston accents.

Then, six days into the trip, came Killarney. As the evening began, my companion and I, worn down from the past five days of reveling, decided to stick close to the hotel and stumbled into a hole-in-the-wall pub called Paddy Murphy's. Sitting in a corner right behind the front door was the night's entertainers -- a twenty-something accordionist, a banjo player who looked like his father and a guitarist/vocalist that was probably an uncle. Unlike the elaborate set-ups from prior evenings, there was no sound system or lights, just the trio sitting behind a table with three jars of Guinness.

Instead of playing the usual crowd-beloved standards, the lads performed traditional instrumentals I'd never heard before. How do I know they were traditionals? By the look on the face of the old man -- a local you could tell by his clothing -- who sat across from them and grinned with every satisfying keystroke and banjo pluck. It wasn't until the third song that Uncle Guitarist took voice, and what a sad, lonely voice he had. His moan was drawn in layers of sorrow, singing stories of famine deaths, lost wars and broken hearts. There were no happy sing-a-longs; no clapping, unicorns or laughter. Ireland's true song is one long, tragic dirge, a testimony to suffering and survival even if it means leaving your home behind forever.

The next night, also in Killarney, we found the usual barn full of drunken, happy tourists pleading for their "Whiskey in a Jar." We snuck out early and found Courtney's, a room so dark with 18th Century lighting that you could barely see your pint in front of your face. This time it was a banjo, guitar and harp -- no vocals -- playing intricate instrumentals augmented by chiming, syncopated plucking. Called Sliba Luchra (I'm sure my spelling is wrong, thanks to Guinness), the young trio's arrangements were slightly askew, purposely odd and strangely sad and yearning. It was like listening to a Celtic version of Tristeza or Tortoise. I hadn't found Ireland's indie rock. I had found something better.

Two days later I was back home, with "Danny Boy" and Guinness still ringing in my head, but thinking about Paddy's and Courtney's and the music I left behind.

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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Tuesday, June 07, 2005

Catching up: The return of Cursive; Homer's new management; Wide Awake breaks 250k...

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-viscous, 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...

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