Wednesday, December 19, 2007
What?? Another solo-ish gig?
Yes...it's true, Matt Powers and I are returning to the stage at the RedBlood Club in Soon-to-be-a-Memory....I mean Deep Ellum. In case you don't live in the Metroplex area or you're more out of touch with the news than me - Deep Ellum, the largest and longest running "Arts District" in Dallas is in danger of being bulldozed to make room for upscale, urban-living and shopping areas in addition to other things we already have enough of in this town. In 5 years it will no longer exist, at least in any recognizable form.
But enough with the belly-aching; something needs to change down there, and I'm here to tell you that Voiceless Youth is opening the show some time between 6 and 7 (I guess), and the The Pickin' Polack and his Little Drummer Boy will then slaughter some cover-songs before being joined by that rounder Chadillac for the never-before-seen perfomance of Saddle Tramp songs with a drummer (and no mandolin/accordian, or bass for those playing at home). The headliners are local cats called The Battle Band playing some kind of Dub/Reggae mutant hybrid so it's an eclectic bill to say the least. It's a Free show and they have cheap beer & no dress-code at this joint so cobble together the dough you didn't spend on Aunt Trudie's Lotto tickets for Christmas this year and gather the freaks-with-nothing-better-to-do on X-mas Eve-Eve and head on down.
http://www.myspace.com/redbloodclub
But enough with the belly-aching; something needs to change down there, and I'm here to tell you that Voiceless Youth is opening the show some time between 6 and 7 (I guess), and the The Pickin' Polack and his Little Drummer Boy will then slaughter some cover-songs before being joined by that rounder Chadillac for the never-before-seen perfomance of Saddle Tramp songs with a drummer (and no mandolin/accordian, or bass for those playing at home). The headliners are local cats called The Battle Band playing some kind of Dub/Reggae mutant hybrid so it's an eclectic bill to say the least. It's a Free show and they have cheap beer & no dress-code at this joint so cobble together the dough you didn't spend on Aunt Trudie's Lotto tickets for Christmas this year and gather the freaks-with-nothing-better-to-do on X-mas Eve-Eve and head on down.
http://www.myspace.com/redbloodclub
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Real Rock and Roll isn't dead...
I know this isn't news to some of you, and there are still more of you that either don't care or have been blissfully listening to a neutered, watered-down version of what was once a genuine force of nature. I was lucky enough to attend another of those all-too-rare life-changing shows last Friday night in beautiful Denton, Texas. The King Khan & BBQ show are among a growing number of musical acts that appear to be making music for themselves first with the knowledge that doing so is the only way to produce "art" or at least kick-ass music that will find it's own audience. In a perfect world (and yes, that would be MY vision of a Utopia) their song "Waddlin' Around" (from their first, self-titled album recorded in 2004 and issued by Goner Records in the U.S.A.) would have been a number one, chart-topping single.
It's strange world we live in that loves nothing more than to forget the past. I'm often reminded of this phenomenom when people are unable to get into an artist(visual, musical, literary ot otherwise) that was clearly the template for one of their favorites seemingly for the reason that they aren't current. That would be a real shame in the case of this duo as they combine elements of primitive/early rock and roll with doo-wop and early punk and garage rock(with touches of psychedlia no less) to create a style that is both timeless and forward-thinking. This has been said about many bands before but it needs to said again. The music in itself is really great but with the addition of a truly spectacular stage-show they are NOT TO BE MISSED!
I won't go into great detail about them as there are plenty of other articles on the net that do so but here are the basics: Two guys. One plays the drums with his feet while playing guitar and singing. The other plays guitar and sings while dancing around and staring into the crowd with an expression that is hard to describe. They often wear costumes including dresses and wigs, Nazi helmets, and Swami turbans and/or capes. For a close-up look at the set-up you can consult this site:
http://www.valladolidwebmusical.org/cronicas/07/bbq/
I have loved their music for years now and had heard tales of amazing shows but nothing prepared me for this one.
http://www.myspace.com/thekingkhanbbqshow
It's strange world we live in that loves nothing more than to forget the past. I'm often reminded of this phenomenom when people are unable to get into an artist(visual, musical, literary ot otherwise) that was clearly the template for one of their favorites seemingly for the reason that they aren't current. That would be a real shame in the case of this duo as they combine elements of primitive/early rock and roll with doo-wop and early punk and garage rock(with touches of psychedlia no less) to create a style that is both timeless and forward-thinking. This has been said about many bands before but it needs to said again. The music in itself is really great but with the addition of a truly spectacular stage-show they are NOT TO BE MISSED!
I won't go into great detail about them as there are plenty of other articles on the net that do so but here are the basics: Two guys. One plays the drums with his feet while playing guitar and singing. The other plays guitar and sings while dancing around and staring into the crowd with an expression that is hard to describe. They often wear costumes including dresses and wigs, Nazi helmets, and Swami turbans and/or capes. For a close-up look at the set-up you can consult this site:
http://www.valladolidwebmusical.org/cronicas/07/bbq/
I have loved their music for years now and had heard tales of amazing shows but nothing prepared me for this one.
http://www.myspace.com/thekingkhanbbqshow
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
The Pickin' Polack "Sings"!
Saddle Tramp is the band I play guitar in and provide some vocals for. Chadillac wrote all the original songs minus 'Clear Syrup' which William wrote. To this date I have only written one song that was anything other than a goofy little ditty but for various reasons I still haven't felt like I could perform it live. This hasn't stopped me from wanting to play more shows, and music in general, than has been possible for some time now.
The band was booked to open for what was being referred to as a Czech Bluegrass band at the RedBlood Club in Deep Ellum, which contrary to popular belief isn't entirely dead yet, but still many are wondering "Who cares?". That's another story all-together. We had to cancel, and in a moment of madness I told my friend Justin who books at the club that I'd come up with something in our place. I figured I could whip up some cover songs to play with whomever I could coerce into doing so with me.
In typical fashion I waited until the last minute before putting much thought into the set. I had a handful of what I considered to be classics in a variety of genres that seemed to go together in my often-non-linear mind. There were selections from Tom T. Hall, the Yardbirds, Hank Williams, Townes Van Zandt, the Compulsive Gamblers, Blue Mountain, and Doug Sahm; some I knew well, some I thought I knew, and some I had no business attempting at such a late date. So two days before the show I called up Matt Powers who has a practice space and a bunch of instruments including a drum-kit which he can keep a beat on at least as well as Meg White; he was stoked.
We met the night before the show and with the aid of some Tecate hammered out the set. We were scared at first but things began to gell quickly...either that or the beer kicked in but we were making progress. We decided we'd better meet there again the next night before the show to run through it one more time which we did. There was a respectable crowd for a Tuesday night gig in barely-breathing Ellum which I credit to loyal friends(whom I wanted to keep this secret from initially) and the headliners Austin Lucas and the Pressmen. After a little Irish courage we took to the stage and it was fun and apparently "a lot better than we thought it would be" so I'm happy.
Voiceless Youth was next and he was a train-hopping young man with an acoustic guitar singing what I would call punk-folk. (really folk in style but a punky look and spirit if you will). He was pretty entertaining! The headliners were up next and I could tell be their warm-up/tune-up that they were REALLY professional. Turns out that Austin is an American living in the Czech Republic and his band is mostly Scottish but hey close enough, right? I guess some of those cats are from hardcore(or something similar) band Oi Polloi. I could only stay to hear the first few songs but they play soulful, melodic, passionate and beautiful traditional bluegrass that is slower than what one would typically think of as bluegrass. These guys are good and I even bought a cd and a 45. I feel lucky to have been on the bill with these guys and I hope they come back.
The band was booked to open for what was being referred to as a Czech Bluegrass band at the RedBlood Club in Deep Ellum, which contrary to popular belief isn't entirely dead yet, but still many are wondering "Who cares?". That's another story all-together. We had to cancel, and in a moment of madness I told my friend Justin who books at the club that I'd come up with something in our place. I figured I could whip up some cover songs to play with whomever I could coerce into doing so with me.
In typical fashion I waited until the last minute before putting much thought into the set. I had a handful of what I considered to be classics in a variety of genres that seemed to go together in my often-non-linear mind. There were selections from Tom T. Hall, the Yardbirds, Hank Williams, Townes Van Zandt, the Compulsive Gamblers, Blue Mountain, and Doug Sahm; some I knew well, some I thought I knew, and some I had no business attempting at such a late date. So two days before the show I called up Matt Powers who has a practice space and a bunch of instruments including a drum-kit which he can keep a beat on at least as well as Meg White; he was stoked.
We met the night before the show and with the aid of some Tecate hammered out the set. We were scared at first but things began to gell quickly...either that or the beer kicked in but we were making progress. We decided we'd better meet there again the next night before the show to run through it one more time which we did. There was a respectable crowd for a Tuesday night gig in barely-breathing Ellum which I credit to loyal friends(whom I wanted to keep this secret from initially) and the headliners Austin Lucas and the Pressmen. After a little Irish courage we took to the stage and it was fun and apparently "a lot better than we thought it would be" so I'm happy.
Voiceless Youth was next and he was a train-hopping young man with an acoustic guitar singing what I would call punk-folk. (really folk in style but a punky look and spirit if you will). He was pretty entertaining! The headliners were up next and I could tell be their warm-up/tune-up that they were REALLY professional. Turns out that Austin is an American living in the Czech Republic and his band is mostly Scottish but hey close enough, right? I guess some of those cats are from hardcore(or something similar) band Oi Polloi. I could only stay to hear the first few songs but they play soulful, melodic, passionate and beautiful traditional bluegrass that is slower than what one would typically think of as bluegrass. These guys are good and I even bought a cd and a 45. I feel lucky to have been on the bill with these guys and I hope they come back.
Friday, July 06, 2007
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Long Over-due in many ways...
Well, in typical style I'm too late on this one but I wanted the world to know how proud I am of my Dad, Grant Krakowski, for being selected as Razorbackoutfitter.com's Hog Thumper of the Month last month. He's a man of many passions, but he's primarily into hunting with a growing focus on archery in it's various forms including primitive archery which I find fascinating. He's the guy on the right and though it might be hard to tell from this photo my "mug" is largely derivative of his; could be a lot worse, right?! Most of my best qualities come from him so I feel pretty lucky. (Don't worry Mom, your times a'comin'.)
In other news, I've considered doing away with this blog as I don't really have the time to make it anywhere near as cool as most of the ones I peruse regularly. I guess it gets me writing a little bit so depending on how things go it might change dramatically. There's a lot of change going on right now, both in my personal life and in my creative pursuits. Too early to comment on this too much, but I can tell you that one of my oldest friends and I are starting a fine art press/studio kind of thing but despite the way this sounds it's not going to be boring, pretentious or typical so LOOK OUT WOILD!!!(mispelling intentional to imply pronunciation like some East Coast character of days- gone-by. Possibly Jewish.)
Oh yeah...HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY EVERYBODY!! The Weather sucks, but my wish for you is that you spend it with friends, and/or family with good food, the beverage of your choice, and hopefully some truly great music; you know like "Insert Name of This Weeks Disposable Pop Fabrication". "They/He/She"'s got soul, baby!
In other news, I've considered doing away with this blog as I don't really have the time to make it anywhere near as cool as most of the ones I peruse regularly. I guess it gets me writing a little bit so depending on how things go it might change dramatically. There's a lot of change going on right now, both in my personal life and in my creative pursuits. Too early to comment on this too much, but I can tell you that one of my oldest friends and I are starting a fine art press/studio kind of thing but despite the way this sounds it's not going to be boring, pretentious or typical so LOOK OUT WOILD!!!(mispelling intentional to imply pronunciation like some East Coast character of days- gone-by. Possibly Jewish.)
Oh yeah...HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY EVERYBODY!! The Weather sucks, but my wish for you is that you spend it with friends, and/or family with good food, the beverage of your choice, and hopefully some truly great music; you know like "Insert Name of This Weeks Disposable Pop Fabrication". "They/He/She"'s got soul, baby!
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Drawing, related, and unrelated matters.
I used to draw a lot as a younger man. I often wonder how I managed to sit for hours on end happily drawing when I find it so difficult to do so now. A diminished attention span is certainly one factor to consider. After graduating from college my interest in creating art seemed to diminish somewhat...we'll not really my interest but my actual output. Art school was a lot of fun, and I produced a fair amount of work but for a variety of reasons I became disillusioned with the "art" world, whatever that is. Apparently things have changed a bit since then but when I was taking art classes the focus seemed to be on conceptual work, and abstract expressionism, which were basically the polar-opposite of what I was interested in producing. In many ways I am a traditionalist, an old-schooler, a luddite - call it what you will. I value drafting ability, and a well-composed and rendered image, though many would be surprised to hear this based on my love of lowbrow, kitcshy and often "ugly" art and cartoons.
Upon entering the workforce and dealing with a full-time plus job and leaving behind my cozy, liberal-arts college with all it's inspiring denizens I found it difficult to stay motivated creatively on my own. Coming from a small town with an amazing music scene like Denton back to Dallas I re-discovered the guitar and without the intimidation factor of the brilliant players I knew I started to progress and play for enjoyment again. One thing I enjoyed about playing the guitar was that it seemed so spontaneous and non-committal - meaning that unless it was being recorded the tones just kind of floated away into the ether. This was so different than the relationship I'd had with visual art. With art you had a permanent record of every success, or failure you produced. Well, I suppose you could destroy the stuff as you go along but it's difficult to part with something you've invested so much time in.
For better or worse the common perception that life's hardships, and trying times foster a nurturing environment for the production of great works doesn't seem to ring true for me. I tend to shut down creatively under that kind of pressure, or perhaps I just feel justified in not living up to my potential. The image at the top of this post is a cheesy collage depicting a quick sketch I did today, and the cover of a new sketchbook I bought recently with a thrown together vinyl image I emblazoned upon it. I gave myself permission to draw anything, regardless of quality or meaning within it's pages. I'm trying to get back to the freedom I once felt in creating art, that is so similar to how I often feel about playing the guitar. Yeah, I know there's a war on - Boo Hoo.
Upon entering the workforce and dealing with a full-time plus job and leaving behind my cozy, liberal-arts college with all it's inspiring denizens I found it difficult to stay motivated creatively on my own. Coming from a small town with an amazing music scene like Denton back to Dallas I re-discovered the guitar and without the intimidation factor of the brilliant players I knew I started to progress and play for enjoyment again. One thing I enjoyed about playing the guitar was that it seemed so spontaneous and non-committal - meaning that unless it was being recorded the tones just kind of floated away into the ether. This was so different than the relationship I'd had with visual art. With art you had a permanent record of every success, or failure you produced. Well, I suppose you could destroy the stuff as you go along but it's difficult to part with something you've invested so much time in.
For better or worse the common perception that life's hardships, and trying times foster a nurturing environment for the production of great works doesn't seem to ring true for me. I tend to shut down creatively under that kind of pressure, or perhaps I just feel justified in not living up to my potential. The image at the top of this post is a cheesy collage depicting a quick sketch I did today, and the cover of a new sketchbook I bought recently with a thrown together vinyl image I emblazoned upon it. I gave myself permission to draw anything, regardless of quality or meaning within it's pages. I'm trying to get back to the freedom I once felt in creating art, that is so similar to how I often feel about playing the guitar. Yeah, I know there's a war on - Boo Hoo.
Monday, March 12, 2007
Creativity comes full circle.
Hi you two! Did you miss me? Yeah, I know...we've all been busy. It's so hard in this work-a-day world to keep up with the things that matter, or even my attempt at a blog. Heck, I still haven't made it to the point where I'm comfortable posting an Mp3 on my site or tucking in my shirt. Oh well, there are plenty of great music blogs out there if that's what you want. And in my defense I've been pretty distracted by recent events that I won't go into right now.
It's been months since my last post but a lotttttt of stuff has happened during this transitional time in my life. That picture at the top isn't just to show off the rugged good looks of our band Saddle Tramp; It also serves to illustrate the completion of a great circle(cycle?) that began when I met some friends, and one stranger for what I thought would be the first practice of a new punk/garage/rock and roll band. In what I thought was a typical result of this meeting the band never did practice or even get together again but we did go to a cool place called Fred's Texas Cafe for burgers, and beers afterwards. That's when Jeremy Diaz gave me my first decent amp just for the promise of getting it fixed and then using that to play some tunes. Thanks again for your generosity Jeremy, and for those of you that have ever seen the Riverboat Gamblers, Dead Sexy, or his newest band the Strange Attractors he's been instrumental in the sound and formation of all of them. Sure it was a smallish, solid-state Fender Deluxe 85, but it was LOUD and it had a springer-reverb so I was happy. In fact I still play through that amp and last Saturday night we played at Fred's, where the photo was taken by J.T. Deadbones , thus the circle was completed. In fact just by playing some fun, little shows and getting a decent response I feel that I've accomplished a life-long goal that I was beginning to think was impossible.
I've always been a creative type of person, and I've gone through many different stages, and phases in the expression of my creativity which usually manifests itself in the form of art and music. I've always felt more qualified to say that I'm a visual artist than a musician but in recent years I've tried to even up the score a bit. I play guitar and do some vocals in a simple, Country/Folk/Roots/Americana/Texas Music band but compared to most professional musicians I'm pretty untrained in technical terms. Still, I feel like I've come a long way from the bedroom recordings I used to make with friends that were little more than musical comedy for the sole purpose of entertaining ourselves. I've always been a big music fan but for a variety of reasons including: the fact that I was disillusioned with the "art" world (I wasn't sure where my place was between that and the advertising/illustration world), I needed a change of pace, and I was plagued by personal hang-ups/copping-out I pretty much blew off art for music. I'm ready to strike a balance once again.
I'm excited about not only making art, but also checking out what's going on in the art world once again. My niece Lauren has been doing some incredible paintings and it's been very inspiring to me and there are more interesting galleries and alternative art-spaces around the Metroplex than ever so the time feels right. I have this sick fantasy that the years of back-logged creativity will just pour out of me to produce interesting results but one thing I've learned is that most of the "romantic" notions of the artist/poet/musician, etc. are nothing more than justifications for one thing or another and are not based in truth. You have to create and maintain your own muse because creativity is like a muscle that needs to be used and strengthened or it will wither and die.
It's been months since my last post but a lotttttt of stuff has happened during this transitional time in my life. That picture at the top isn't just to show off the rugged good looks of our band Saddle Tramp; It also serves to illustrate the completion of a great circle(cycle?) that began when I met some friends, and one stranger for what I thought would be the first practice of a new punk/garage/rock and roll band. In what I thought was a typical result of this meeting the band never did practice or even get together again but we did go to a cool place called Fred's Texas Cafe for burgers, and beers afterwards. That's when Jeremy Diaz gave me my first decent amp just for the promise of getting it fixed and then using that to play some tunes. Thanks again for your generosity Jeremy, and for those of you that have ever seen the Riverboat Gamblers, Dead Sexy, or his newest band the Strange Attractors he's been instrumental in the sound and formation of all of them. Sure it was a smallish, solid-state Fender Deluxe 85, but it was LOUD and it had a springer-reverb so I was happy. In fact I still play through that amp and last Saturday night we played at Fred's, where the photo was taken by J.T. Deadbones , thus the circle was completed. In fact just by playing some fun, little shows and getting a decent response I feel that I've accomplished a life-long goal that I was beginning to think was impossible.
I've always been a creative type of person, and I've gone through many different stages, and phases in the expression of my creativity which usually manifests itself in the form of art and music. I've always felt more qualified to say that I'm a visual artist than a musician but in recent years I've tried to even up the score a bit. I play guitar and do some vocals in a simple, Country/Folk/Roots/Americana/Texas Music band but compared to most professional musicians I'm pretty untrained in technical terms. Still, I feel like I've come a long way from the bedroom recordings I used to make with friends that were little more than musical comedy for the sole purpose of entertaining ourselves. I've always been a big music fan but for a variety of reasons including: the fact that I was disillusioned with the "art" world (I wasn't sure where my place was between that and the advertising/illustration world), I needed a change of pace, and I was plagued by personal hang-ups/copping-out I pretty much blew off art for music. I'm ready to strike a balance once again.
I'm excited about not only making art, but also checking out what's going on in the art world once again. My niece Lauren has been doing some incredible paintings and it's been very inspiring to me and there are more interesting galleries and alternative art-spaces around the Metroplex than ever so the time feels right. I have this sick fantasy that the years of back-logged creativity will just pour out of me to produce interesting results but one thing I've learned is that most of the "romantic" notions of the artist/poet/musician, etc. are nothing more than justifications for one thing or another and are not based in truth. You have to create and maintain your own muse because creativity is like a muscle that needs to be used and strengthened or it will wither and die.
We recorded six songs for an e.p. thingy and the rough mixes sound pretty nice. You can listen to three of them here:
and here's a link to the fabulous Fred's:
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
'Member Me?!
I realize that even at my best I wasn't exactly lighting the blogosphere on fire, but I still feel a bit guilty about not posting for a looooooong time now. Sorry imaginary audience...and sorry to Andy, my older brother, and a huge influence on my life. How so you ask? Well, Andy was the one that set me on my path of obsession with art, music, and other forms of expression and/or pop-culture. Damn him!! But seriously, if it weren't for him I'm not sure what I'd be into today. It could have been ugly, though I don't think so. In the age-old nature vs. nurture debate( or most debates for that matter) I think that most of the time the truth is somewhere in the middle ; neither black nor white. I feel that I would have eventually gravitated towards what I now consider to be my primary interests even without the strong, and diverse influence that Andy had on my formative years, but I might have made a few more wrong turns along the way. While maintaining straight-A's in school, as well as being involved in numerous extra-curricular activities Andy still found time to indulge his other passions of music, comic books, theatre, movies, technology, and women. I received a fine education via an egalitarian gumbo of the golden-era of mainstream and underground comic books, horror/sci-fi/B-movies and television, and "pop" music ranging from Spike Jones, and Al Jolson to Plastic Bertrand, and Pink Floyd along with musical and movie soundtracks amongst other oddities. Thanks Andy! You are very appreciated for that reason and many more.
While my brother Charles was also an influence, primarily in the form of a surreal sense of humour, and his hard rock, and occasional new-wave records (Devo, Talking Heads), Andy was without a doubt the one that ended up making the most indelible mark on my soul. Just for exposing me to the Church of the Subgenius he should be either celebrated or damned depending on your perspective. After Andy I'd have to say that Scott Franzke and Colin Bolinger were the biggest influences, and later a revolving cast of characters from what would be called the punk/new wave/skateboarding scene, and of course Bob Hudspeth; David Breihan, and Mandon Maloney certainly get honorable mentions for the skatepunk trip. College brought a whole other cast of characters that will have to wait for now. But enough about people from my past that you don't know, let's talk about people from the present that you don't know either.
I can't go any further without acknowledging the life and passing of Freddy Fender who was part of the soundtrack of my childhood, and one of my musical heroes along with the rest of the Texas Tornadoes in my adulthood. Joe Belock of WFMU has put together a brief but effective tribute to Freddy on his Three Chord Monte program which can be found here(scroll down): http://www.wfmu.org/playlists/shows/20755. Music has become an even bigger part of my life in recent months primarily due to the fact that my band is playing shows more regularly now with the new, solidified line-up. Saddle Tramp now consists of Chad Bennet on rhythm guitar and lead vocals, Anthony Hernandez on lead-mandolin/accordion/bajo sexto/backing vocals, William "The Finger" Pollard on bass, and yours truly, the Pickin' Polack on lead guitar/backing vocals. It's really getting to be a lot of fun, and I believe we sound better than ever. William, and Anthony are both exceptionally good musicians and quite personable as well. They are the glue that allows Chad and I to justify having a band at all. Anthony plays in another band called Mule Dixon, that happened to be one of the bands we opened for at our recent show at Club Dada, and William is a veteran of many Denton-related bands ranging from the infamous Cornhole, to the recently defunct Budapest One. Mule Dixon is a very polished act comprised primarily of acoustic guitar, mandolin, hand percussion and of course vocals provided by Nick Ippolilitti and Anthony. Cool, gritty and folkish with a narrative bent. Definitely worth checking out. There were two other bands that played that night but for some reason the Places, which were scheduled to go on third ended up playing last but that seemed to work out for the best as they didn't quite fit in with the decidedly roots/folk/country/hillbilly vibe that seemed to be the common thread between the rest of us. Garland's Fish Fry Bingo rounded out the rural portion of the evening nicely with their stripped down, old-timey/bluegrass/folk sound. Stand-up bass, acoustic guitar, mandolin, banjo and vocals were all they needed to win over the sparse crowd( hey it's Tuesday night!) at Dada. That along with their infectious energy, quirky stage presence, and in some cases appearance (but hey look at me!) made for a memorable performance. Apparently they enjoyed our set as much as we enjoyed theirs as they invited us to play with them at Muddy Waters next month. The lead singer, whose name I believe is Daniel paid us a huge compliment by saying we reminded him of Doug Sahm, as well as the Flying Burrito Brothers. Now I'm going to take that with a grain of salt, but I did tell him that I could die peacefully after hearing it. Sadly, the Places came on to a very small crowd that had just been bombarded with three rootsy acts and though they were interesting and inventive I doubt it was one of their best shows. They would have faired far better in Denton, but they may already know that.
Almost forgot to mention that we played with a cool band from Arkansas(Fayetteville I think) called the Saddle Burrs couple of weeks back at the Bar of Soap. It was supposed to be the Dallas premiere of a movie made by a friend, or indirect friend of both bands but due to technical difficulties the movie wasn't happening, but that didn't stop the "Saddle Gang" from making a ruckus. We might do it again but for real so I'll keep you posted. And now for some pathetic complaints to round out the post...I missed yet another Gonerfest in Memphis last month. This was the third multi-day concert put on by Goner Records, which might be the epicenter for the modern underground rock and roll/garage/punk scene. The best thing about these guys is that they don't forget their roots so local Memphis musicians, and international musicians that are only loosely related in style all share the same stage. I hear that much like the Ponderosa Stomp, Rockin' Enocki the one-man band from Japan was the star of the show in the opinion of many. This would be the reason that he is pictured at the top of the page. Well, that and the fact that it's one of my favorites from my trip to Memphis in May, and it prevents me from the shameless self-promotion of putting a picture of Saddle Tramp up there. But you just wait...
http://www.myspace.com/muledixon
http://www.myspace.com/fishfrybingo
http://www.myspace.com/saddleburrs
http://www.myspace.com/saddletramp
While my brother Charles was also an influence, primarily in the form of a surreal sense of humour, and his hard rock, and occasional new-wave records (Devo, Talking Heads), Andy was without a doubt the one that ended up making the most indelible mark on my soul. Just for exposing me to the Church of the Subgenius he should be either celebrated or damned depending on your perspective. After Andy I'd have to say that Scott Franzke and Colin Bolinger were the biggest influences, and later a revolving cast of characters from what would be called the punk/new wave/skateboarding scene, and of course Bob Hudspeth; David Breihan, and Mandon Maloney certainly get honorable mentions for the skatepunk trip. College brought a whole other cast of characters that will have to wait for now. But enough about people from my past that you don't know, let's talk about people from the present that you don't know either.
I can't go any further without acknowledging the life and passing of Freddy Fender who was part of the soundtrack of my childhood, and one of my musical heroes along with the rest of the Texas Tornadoes in my adulthood. Joe Belock of WFMU has put together a brief but effective tribute to Freddy on his Three Chord Monte program which can be found here(scroll down): http://www.wfmu.org/playlists/shows/20755. Music has become an even bigger part of my life in recent months primarily due to the fact that my band is playing shows more regularly now with the new, solidified line-up. Saddle Tramp now consists of Chad Bennet on rhythm guitar and lead vocals, Anthony Hernandez on lead-mandolin/accordion/bajo sexto/backing vocals, William "The Finger" Pollard on bass, and yours truly, the Pickin' Polack on lead guitar/backing vocals. It's really getting to be a lot of fun, and I believe we sound better than ever. William, and Anthony are both exceptionally good musicians and quite personable as well. They are the glue that allows Chad and I to justify having a band at all. Anthony plays in another band called Mule Dixon, that happened to be one of the bands we opened for at our recent show at Club Dada, and William is a veteran of many Denton-related bands ranging from the infamous Cornhole, to the recently defunct Budapest One. Mule Dixon is a very polished act comprised primarily of acoustic guitar, mandolin, hand percussion and of course vocals provided by Nick Ippolilitti and Anthony. Cool, gritty and folkish with a narrative bent. Definitely worth checking out. There were two other bands that played that night but for some reason the Places, which were scheduled to go on third ended up playing last but that seemed to work out for the best as they didn't quite fit in with the decidedly roots/folk/country/hillbilly vibe that seemed to be the common thread between the rest of us. Garland's Fish Fry Bingo rounded out the rural portion of the evening nicely with their stripped down, old-timey/bluegrass/folk sound. Stand-up bass, acoustic guitar, mandolin, banjo and vocals were all they needed to win over the sparse crowd( hey it's Tuesday night!) at Dada. That along with their infectious energy, quirky stage presence, and in some cases appearance (but hey look at me!) made for a memorable performance. Apparently they enjoyed our set as much as we enjoyed theirs as they invited us to play with them at Muddy Waters next month. The lead singer, whose name I believe is Daniel paid us a huge compliment by saying we reminded him of Doug Sahm, as well as the Flying Burrito Brothers. Now I'm going to take that with a grain of salt, but I did tell him that I could die peacefully after hearing it. Sadly, the Places came on to a very small crowd that had just been bombarded with three rootsy acts and though they were interesting and inventive I doubt it was one of their best shows. They would have faired far better in Denton, but they may already know that.
Almost forgot to mention that we played with a cool band from Arkansas(Fayetteville I think) called the Saddle Burrs couple of weeks back at the Bar of Soap. It was supposed to be the Dallas premiere of a movie made by a friend, or indirect friend of both bands but due to technical difficulties the movie wasn't happening, but that didn't stop the "Saddle Gang" from making a ruckus. We might do it again but for real so I'll keep you posted. And now for some pathetic complaints to round out the post...I missed yet another Gonerfest in Memphis last month. This was the third multi-day concert put on by Goner Records, which might be the epicenter for the modern underground rock and roll/garage/punk scene. The best thing about these guys is that they don't forget their roots so local Memphis musicians, and international musicians that are only loosely related in style all share the same stage. I hear that much like the Ponderosa Stomp, Rockin' Enocki the one-man band from Japan was the star of the show in the opinion of many. This would be the reason that he is pictured at the top of the page. Well, that and the fact that it's one of my favorites from my trip to Memphis in May, and it prevents me from the shameless self-promotion of putting a picture of Saddle Tramp up there. But you just wait...
http://www.myspace.com/muledixon
http://www.myspace.com/fishfrybingo
http://www.myspace.com/saddleburrs
http://www.myspace.com/saddletramp
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Saturday, May 13, 2006
Lazy Lester, Lil' Buck Sinegal, and Barbara Lynn(above)!
I need to say that I don't consider myself to be (TOO big of) an expert on "popular" music by any definition. However, I am a somewhat obessive fan of that nebulous genre and in recent years my tastes have gravitated even more so towards what might be called "roots music". This would be the seminal stuff that is now considered to be the template for rock and roll. I say this to distinguish myself from the true authorities, some of which I met recently during an eye-opening set of performances. I got back from Memphis weeks ago now so I think my brain has had time to process the whole trip; particularly the 3 nights of incredible music known as The Stomp. I'm glad I went on this vacation all by my lonesome for multiple reasons, but the main benefit was only being accountable to myself. I'm the kinda guy that worries whether my friends are having a good time at a show, and that can hinder my enjoyment at times. As the only people I had ever approached some semblance of communication with previously were folks from the Garagepunk.com forums I was free of any interruption in my music-watching regiment. It was very nice to meet this group in three-dimensions, as opposed to a reconfigured batch of 1's and 0's. We seemed to have a bit of an instant kinship, or maybe they were just very cool and friendly people with somewhat similar interests. I guess I just don't meet people like this in Dallas much.
I'm a pretty open-minded fella when it comes to music but at the same time I do tend to filter things through punk if you catch my drift. What I mean is that I tend to like a live performance to be upbeat or at least heartfelt, and passionate. If you leave the edges slightly ragged and try to remember that fire in your belly, even better. With this in mind, and with the large amount of legendary perfomers on the bill I will attempt to mention the highlights of the show. Ironically, the first night of the three was in my opinion the best over-all, and the hands-down showstopper of the evening was Tammy Lynn's extended version of "Mojo Hana". If you witnessed this and were able to control your body then you might already be dead. Lil' Buck Sinegal and the Topcats, with Stanley "Buckwheat Zydeco" Dural on Hammond B3( with Leslie speakers) were the backing band I saw and enjoyed the most over the course of all the nights. They backed a rotating cast of front men and women that would make most records geeks shivver in their Beatle-boots. It was impressive to watch them jump right into songs they may or may not even know with the most minimal of instruction, and no rehearsal. Deke Dickerson and the Eccofonics were the second most active backing band of the event and they did a great job too.
Al "Carnival Time" Johnson's signature song seemed to get people in good spirits, and Texas' own Roy Head was a particularly dynamic, and charismatic performer. I heard that after his Ballroom set he walked straight up to perhaps the only black dude in that audience and said "Pretty good for a white boy, huh?" Jay Chevalier, and what little I witnessed of vocal group The Climates were terriffic as well but the other first night performance that will stand out the most after Tammy Lynns's will be The Alarm Clocks. This probably had a lot to do with the fact that they were the only "Garage" group of the evening, but they did not dissappoint. Of all the garage bands on the bill they seemed to "get it" the most. The fact that they did some new numbers didn't distract from their blast of primal '60's punk. I might even buy the new album! The Bad Roads were in a tough spot following up the Clocks performance, and their standard bar-band set made me head to the Lounge stage to see what I was missing.
I decided to show up late the 2nd night to conserve energy, and that turned out to be a mistake. I got there in time to see B.B. Cunningham backed by James (Telecaster-whiz) Burton which was very cool, but I had missed what was apparently a pretty smokin' set by Dallas' own Kenny and the Kasuals. Well Kenny and the boys are playing around the corner at their usual haunt tonight so I guess I finally need to go check them out. Lady Bo(to right), who was the female counterpart and partner to Bo Diddley was fun if not a bit reliant on the novelty people seem to enjoy when a woman plays guitar. She did look extremely cool! Novelty seemed to be the motivating factor behind the inclusion of Arch Hall, Jr. as well but I wasn't complaining. Arch is most famous for a handful of B-movies from the '60's, one of which was immortalized by the TV show Mystery Science Theatre 3000...EEGAH!! The stars of the night had to be Travis "Scratchy" Wammack(below left), and The Fabulous Wailers without question. Travis was a child prodigy guitarist from Memphis who started out a little bit Link Wray and ended up a lot badass. He looks like Kenny Rogers now but that didn't stop him from backing up many an artist at Muscle Shoals and many other fine recording studios, or from ripping it up at the Stomp. The crowd went nuts when we did his instrumentals, and even seemed to enjoy most of his stuff with vocals. The addition of his son "Monkey" on drums was a nice touch. William Bell was a veritable "how to" on stage presence and what a great singer. I nearly had tears in my eyes when he did "You don't miss your water." The Wailers headlined the main stage that night and I feel lucky to have seen these living legends. They were the inspiration for what many consider to be the first proper "Garage" group, the Sonics. The Wailers were known across the Pacific Northwest for their amped up shows and the young Sonics were inspired to take that energy to the next level in turn creating a template for future raw, rock and roll, and punk. That Hammond really paid for itself by the end of the night, and I was a bit jealous that I didn't get to see these cats in their youth, because if they rocked this hard as "senior citizens" I can only imagine the shows they used to put on.
On the 3rd night I was dissappointed to learn that Barrence Whitfield, and The Rebirth Brass Band had cancelled for various reasons but not to fear, Rockin' Enoki was near. I had actually already seen this wonderful man from Japan play twice in the past couple of days at in-store performances at Goner Records, and Shangri-La Records respectively so I didn't check out much of his last minute, fill-in lobby set at the Stomp. I guess I missed one of the highlights of the show but there was just to much going on so I headed off to check out what else was happenin'. I do think it was very cool for everyone, Enoki included, that he came to the event as an observer and ended up playing to a very receptive crowd. He's primarily known for his own band Jackie and the Cedrics, and stayed two doors down from me at the hotel...cool! Memphis' own (Monsieur)Jeffrey Evans was a lot of fun at Shangri-La as well. Backed by wisecracking Ross Johnson on drums he held the small, ethusiastic crowd captive. Corpus Christi's Zakary Thaks were a cool blast of '60's garage, but their singer seems to have forgotten that it's encouraged to move around in rock and roll. Still sounded great, though. Sleepy LaBeef, The Tennessee Three, and Fillmore Slim were enjoyable as well but the real standouts as expected on this evening were the sets by Barbara Lynn, Clarence "Frogman" Henry and Dallas' own Bobby Patterson. Corpus Christi's Barbara Lynn was only able to do a few songs due to arthritis but don't let that influence your mental picture of her appearance, abilities, or performance that night. I'm not sure how old she is but she looks great and I can only wish that I was half the guitarist that she is. I won't try to pretend that I could write or sing like her either. I'll go see her again anytime if it's within a couple hundred miles or so. It's really hard to describe the magic feeling that this type of performer brings so I'll just say she kicked ass. Lazy Lester( whose song Ponderosa Stomp was the inspiration for the events moniker)even sat-in with Barbara despite cancelling for mysterious reasons. The Frogman was literally infectious with his big, genuine smile and fun, friendly demeanor. He's getting up in years, needing the assistance of a walker but when he took to his feet for certain songs you would never know it. He almost looks younger than I do now, and he is one hell of an entertainer. Like at many moments during this show I felt like I was living a piece of history. I mean how often do you get to see the original artists do their own hit songs? He treated the crowd to wonderful version of "I ain't got a home" complete with his patented "baby-girl" voice and "Frogman" voice. Lots of Fun! Bobby Patterson closed the show with a very engaging performance and lots of down home asides and hilarious anecdotes. The guy was at home in his element and looking very dapper with his embroidered Tweety Bird vest. I hope he plays around here sometime, as he's a dj at local AM station Soul 730 KKDA (You've got a friend.)
The whole experience was too much, and certainly beyond description. Bonus photos of The Fabulous Wailers, Arch "Wild Guitar" Hall, and Jeffrey Evans with Ross Johnson at Shangri La Records
I'm a pretty open-minded fella when it comes to music but at the same time I do tend to filter things through punk if you catch my drift. What I mean is that I tend to like a live performance to be upbeat or at least heartfelt, and passionate. If you leave the edges slightly ragged and try to remember that fire in your belly, even better. With this in mind, and with the large amount of legendary perfomers on the bill I will attempt to mention the highlights of the show. Ironically, the first night of the three was in my opinion the best over-all, and the hands-down showstopper of the evening was Tammy Lynn's extended version of "Mojo Hana". If you witnessed this and were able to control your body then you might already be dead. Lil' Buck Sinegal and the Topcats, with Stanley "Buckwheat Zydeco" Dural on Hammond B3( with Leslie speakers) were the backing band I saw and enjoyed the most over the course of all the nights. They backed a rotating cast of front men and women that would make most records geeks shivver in their Beatle-boots. It was impressive to watch them jump right into songs they may or may not even know with the most minimal of instruction, and no rehearsal. Deke Dickerson and the Eccofonics were the second most active backing band of the event and they did a great job too.
Al "Carnival Time" Johnson's signature song seemed to get people in good spirits, and Texas' own Roy Head was a particularly dynamic, and charismatic performer. I heard that after his Ballroom set he walked straight up to perhaps the only black dude in that audience and said "Pretty good for a white boy, huh?" Jay Chevalier, and what little I witnessed of vocal group The Climates were terriffic as well but the other first night performance that will stand out the most after Tammy Lynns's will be The Alarm Clocks. This probably had a lot to do with the fact that they were the only "Garage" group of the evening, but they did not dissappoint. Of all the garage bands on the bill they seemed to "get it" the most. The fact that they did some new numbers didn't distract from their blast of primal '60's punk. I might even buy the new album! The Bad Roads were in a tough spot following up the Clocks performance, and their standard bar-band set made me head to the Lounge stage to see what I was missing.
I decided to show up late the 2nd night to conserve energy, and that turned out to be a mistake. I got there in time to see B.B. Cunningham backed by James (Telecaster-whiz) Burton which was very cool, but I had missed what was apparently a pretty smokin' set by Dallas' own Kenny and the Kasuals. Well Kenny and the boys are playing around the corner at their usual haunt tonight so I guess I finally need to go check them out. Lady Bo(to right), who was the female counterpart and partner to Bo Diddley was fun if not a bit reliant on the novelty people seem to enjoy when a woman plays guitar. She did look extremely cool! Novelty seemed to be the motivating factor behind the inclusion of Arch Hall, Jr. as well but I wasn't complaining. Arch is most famous for a handful of B-movies from the '60's, one of which was immortalized by the TV show Mystery Science Theatre 3000...EEGAH!! The stars of the night had to be Travis "Scratchy" Wammack(below left), and The Fabulous Wailers without question. Travis was a child prodigy guitarist from Memphis who started out a little bit Link Wray and ended up a lot badass. He looks like Kenny Rogers now but that didn't stop him from backing up many an artist at Muscle Shoals and many other fine recording studios, or from ripping it up at the Stomp. The crowd went nuts when we did his instrumentals, and even seemed to enjoy most of his stuff with vocals. The addition of his son "Monkey" on drums was a nice touch. William Bell was a veritable "how to" on stage presence and what a great singer. I nearly had tears in my eyes when he did "You don't miss your water." The Wailers headlined the main stage that night and I feel lucky to have seen these living legends. They were the inspiration for what many consider to be the first proper "Garage" group, the Sonics. The Wailers were known across the Pacific Northwest for their amped up shows and the young Sonics were inspired to take that energy to the next level in turn creating a template for future raw, rock and roll, and punk. That Hammond really paid for itself by the end of the night, and I was a bit jealous that I didn't get to see these cats in their youth, because if they rocked this hard as "senior citizens" I can only imagine the shows they used to put on.
On the 3rd night I was dissappointed to learn that Barrence Whitfield, and The Rebirth Brass Band had cancelled for various reasons but not to fear, Rockin' Enoki was near. I had actually already seen this wonderful man from Japan play twice in the past couple of days at in-store performances at Goner Records, and Shangri-La Records respectively so I didn't check out much of his last minute, fill-in lobby set at the Stomp. I guess I missed one of the highlights of the show but there was just to much going on so I headed off to check out what else was happenin'. I do think it was very cool for everyone, Enoki included, that he came to the event as an observer and ended up playing to a very receptive crowd. He's primarily known for his own band Jackie and the Cedrics, and stayed two doors down from me at the hotel...cool! Memphis' own (Monsieur)Jeffrey Evans was a lot of fun at Shangri-La as well. Backed by wisecracking Ross Johnson on drums he held the small, ethusiastic crowd captive. Corpus Christi's Zakary Thaks were a cool blast of '60's garage, but their singer seems to have forgotten that it's encouraged to move around in rock and roll. Still sounded great, though. Sleepy LaBeef, The Tennessee Three, and Fillmore Slim were enjoyable as well but the real standouts as expected on this evening were the sets by Barbara Lynn, Clarence "Frogman" Henry and Dallas' own Bobby Patterson. Corpus Christi's Barbara Lynn was only able to do a few songs due to arthritis but don't let that influence your mental picture of her appearance, abilities, or performance that night. I'm not sure how old she is but she looks great and I can only wish that I was half the guitarist that she is. I won't try to pretend that I could write or sing like her either. I'll go see her again anytime if it's within a couple hundred miles or so. It's really hard to describe the magic feeling that this type of performer brings so I'll just say she kicked ass. Lazy Lester( whose song Ponderosa Stomp was the inspiration for the events moniker)even sat-in with Barbara despite cancelling for mysterious reasons. The Frogman was literally infectious with his big, genuine smile and fun, friendly demeanor. He's getting up in years, needing the assistance of a walker but when he took to his feet for certain songs you would never know it. He almost looks younger than I do now, and he is one hell of an entertainer. Like at many moments during this show I felt like I was living a piece of history. I mean how often do you get to see the original artists do their own hit songs? He treated the crowd to wonderful version of "I ain't got a home" complete with his patented "baby-girl" voice and "Frogman" voice. Lots of Fun! Bobby Patterson closed the show with a very engaging performance and lots of down home asides and hilarious anecdotes. The guy was at home in his element and looking very dapper with his embroidered Tweety Bird vest. I hope he plays around here sometime, as he's a dj at local AM station Soul 730 KKDA (You've got a friend.)
The whole experience was too much, and certainly beyond description. Bonus photos of The Fabulous Wailers, Arch "Wild Guitar" Hall, and Jeffrey Evans with Ross Johnson at Shangri La Records