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#FridayFinds: Music Memoirs, Dollar Bin Discoveries, Lip Syncing to Styx, Saxy Tunes, and Getting it Right on the First Take

photos courtesy (clockwise L to R): consequenceofsound.net, robsheffield.com, liveandbreathing.com, nbc.com
photos courtesy (clockwise L to R): consequenceofsound.net, robsheffield.com, liveandbreathing.com, nbc.com

Friday! Weekend! And the ides of May are nigh. My goodness. How time doth move.

It’s been a good week. Lots of action and activity in all the right areas, particularly in the area of personal/professional growth in music adventure and experience. Solid stuff all around.

And here for you now are five of the things that have added that extra dash of excellent these last few days.

1. Rob Sheffield’s Book – Turn Around Bright Eyes: The Rituals of Love and Karaoke

I picked up this fun little read over Christmas and heartily enjoyed it from the get go, but it wasn’t until just last night that I was able to find the time to finish it. Ah time… thou art a flighty and fickle mistress.

For those familiar with Sheffield’s other work, this book will offer a welcome and decidedly more hopeful conclusion to his previous stories of love and loss and the music that brought him to adulthood (Talking to Girls About Duran Duranand got him through the tragic, untimely end of his first marriage (Love Is a Mix Tape).

That said, the book isn’t off limits or full of anything that would make it difficult to understand for those not familiar with those stories, and Sheffield’s musings on music, karaoke, and life in general are honest and sincere and thus effortlessly universal.

For Sheffield, music is a labor of love in and of itself. He’s self-deprecating and humble about his own shortcomings as a performance artist (how many different ways can you tell people you’re not the most on-key singer? There’s at least 20, judging by the number of times it comes up in the book) and has an unabashed admiration for anyone who puts themselves in the limelight. The karaokes lifers, the career session musicians, the up-and-coming musical prodigies and wunderkinds– the David Bowies, Neil Diamonds, and everyone in between.

But it’s not all karaoke and musical jargon either. There’s really something in here for everyone. From the awkward 20something to the purportedly less awkward 30something, and from the new husband learning the ropes to the old professional romantic– and certainly the shower singer and the closet musical mastermind– everyone can find something to identify with in this collection of vignettes.

2. Discovering the Untold Pleasures of the Dollar Used Vinyl Bin

So I may have mentioned that I recently inherited a lovely little record player. It’s amazing, and I’m still very much in that “new father with newborn babe” stage wherein I take extensive precautions to ensure proper handling of turntable, records, and all related paraphernalia that the listening experience entails. With great power come great responsibility, after all.

But of course, with great responsibility comes great temptation to stock up on whatever things you don’t have but think you might need to have the best possible experience. Record brushes and cleaning fluid, plastic covers for each individual record sleeve, and a whole new arsenal of albums to play loud and proud.

Anyone who’s considered themselves an enthusiast in anything can tell you, having a hobby is expensive. Comic books, photography, stamps even– shout out to the quiet, the proud, the esteemed few stamp collectors still among us– every endeavor comes with quite a costly price tag if you really want to get serious.

Which is why the dollar bin at your friendly, neighborhood record store is all the more dangerous. One moment you’re leafing through the sea of titles thinking nothing of it, and the next you’re on your way out the door with half your day’s pay in the friendly, neighborhood record store’s till. But at least you got that Gordon Lightfoot album you never knew you always wanted, right?

Jokes aside, there’s generally a lot of decent items among the stacks. You just have to be willing to dig. In my first two visits, I spent just under $30 on seven albums that would have, at their original list price, probably gone for $100 all told (estimate adjusted for inflation, naturally).

P.S. If you’re looking for the perfect birthday gift for that special music blogger in your life, consider getting him (or her… what do I know… June 10, people) a handful of dollar bin delights. What better way to expand one’s musical horizons. Thoughtful and fun too.

3. Tonight Show Lip Sync Showdown between Jimmy Fallon and Emma Stone

Though I’m overall on the fence about The Tonight Show With Jimmy Fallon, the man and his staff definitely have one thing down: a fantastic assortment of musical segments. They’ve done barbershop quartet renditions of popular hip hop tunes and spot-on impersonations of everyone from Neil Young to Bruce Springsteen to Tom Petty. And pretty much every Jimmy Fallon / Justin Timberlake collaboration you can find from the show is both uproariously enjoyable and musically inclined. Excellent stuff all around.

This isn’t the first lip sync battle that he’s done either. It started with an energetic face-off against Joseph Gordon Levitt while he was still at the 12:35 Late Night spot and then continued with a moderately silly one against Paul Rudd, but this one is the best thus far, particularly in the area of visual accuracy in lip sync lyric delivery.

Honestly it’s over at the end of the first round when Ms. Stone delivers a stupendously articulated rendition of Blues Traveler’s other hit from their 1994 breakout album Four– “Hook.” I think John Popper would approve.

4. Getting Saxy with the Saxyderms

Last weekend I went out with some friends to see the spring concert of a Tufts University-based saxophone ensemble called the Saxyderms (the Tufts mascot is an elephant, they play saxophones… Saxyderms…. get it? good). I’d seen them once before while on a mid-summer’s afternoon stroll through the Boston Common, and they were fantastic. Plus it turns out that my friend Jason is not only a Tufts grad but also a member of the band himself. Surprise, surprise. The guy’s got some chops.

With all the rock, roll, and other fun sounds out there on the airwaves today, it’s always nice to remember that music doesn’t need words, a raucous, romping guitar line, or even a cowbell beat to be enjoyable (though the cowbell doesn’t hurt). And these guys and gals prove it.

The program was a lovely mix of chorale pieces, jazz hits, and even one or two pop covers. All were beautifully arranged and delivered, but my hands down favorite of the afternoon was their rendition of the Dizzy Gillespie tune “A Night in Tunisia.”

And speaking of sexy saxes and pop music, check out this little mash up of great rock songs that feature that lovely sound. I’m hard pressed to think of any recent hits that really showcase that sound, but now I’m going to keep my ears dutifully peeled for it.

5. Bring the Band to Your Living Room: Live and Breathing Sessions

These days there are a lot of ways to find out about new music on the internet. And just about every day it feels like there’s a new YouTube channel devoted to enterprising young videographers looking to capture your favorite or soon-to-be-favorite bands in a new way with crazy camera angles, exotic locations, and all matter of color and light filters.

Enter Live and Breathing. They showcase well-known and up-and-coming bands, recorded with a few cameras, yes, but done all in one take, and without too much crazy camera mishegas or ridiculous, over-wrought lighting. They put the emphasis on capturing the essence of the performance, placing the premium on the musicians and their craft, not suped up production.

I learned about a lot of cool groups from their videos like The Wood Brothers and St. Paul and the Broken Bones (listen to those guys now). It’s also how I solidified my obsession with The Lone Bellow and Lake Street Dive. Check out their stuff today, and make yourself a little country/blues/folk-rock-americana in-house concert playlist this weekend. And enjoy!

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#ThrowbackThursday – My First Concert: Keller Williams @ The 9:30 Club in DC

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I’m what you’d call a late bloomer. Started walking later than most kids, didn’t ride my first two-wheel bike until I was near on 7, and I didn’t realize the buzz cut hairstyle wasn’t cool until well into eighth grade. On the flipside, I definitely started eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches earlier than most.

That said, it’s not too surprising that the first concert I ever saw was Keller Williams at the 9:30 Club in DC during the fall of my junior year of high school. While I do recollect some early childhood memories of seeing some iteration of Sesame Street Live as well as a small show featuring a local Raffi-esque songwriter known as Billy B., my honest to goodness first taste of real rock and/or roll lifestyle was supplied by this south Virginian one-man wonder of multi-instrumentalism.

I honestly don’t know why it took me so gosh darn long to see a show (though perhaps it comes from the same place that makes me think the phrase “gosh darn” is an appropriate, not-in-the-least-bit-silly exclamation to use in daily speech). I’d been musically inclined since I was old enough to recognize I was humming along with my cereal-chomping jowls, and I’d spent much of my formative time in middle and high school perusing the aisles of the local Tower Records and Borders Booksellers establishments (RIP, my dearly departed friends), sampling the fineries therein. I guess it just comes down to plain ol’ dumb luck. Or just the lack of understanding of just how much good, affordable live entertainment lay just a dozen Metro stops away.

If only I’d just looked with some interest and intent at the concert listings section of the Style section of the Post. I may have saved myself the unenviable fate of being a 16 year-old neophyte.

But alas, such was the state of things. And thus, one balmy evening in mid November on the invitation of my friend M., I went down to U Street with my good friend Andrew to see a show. M. was cool as a cucumber. We generally moved in different circles at school, but we were both in poetry club together and had a mutual respect and admiration for the other’s writing chops. All the same I was honored (read: giddy) when she invited us to come with her and her friends to the concert.

She listened to a lot of music that I had some understanding of (e.g. Deathcab For Cutie, Less Than Jake, The Smiths, Bright Eyes), but mostly stuff of which I knew nothing about. No doubt I was in for an adventure. That I liked the girl quite a bit certainly didn’t hurt either.

Nothing ever did materialize between said girl and said boy, but on the plus side the show was fantastic. We stood seven or eight people back from the stage on the ground floor of the simple, two-floor rock club. In the center of the stage was a large oriental rug and strewn around it in what looked like a meticulously coordinated mess of cables and wires was a host of various instruments, machines, switchboards and levers. The lights dimmed and the crowd let out their first of many cheers and chants of gratitude. The lights came up again as he walked in, revealing a slight, plainly dressed, impish looking man with a rosy, cherubim face that positively beamed as he crossed to center stage.

And this simple mortal– with his anyman orange crew neck t-shirt, baggy blue jeans, plethora of stringed instruments, and electric, space-age accoutrements– dazzled and delighted for 90 whole minutes. It was a veritable jungle gym of sonic joy, his angelic face eternally alight and his long, brown locks bobbing back and forth as sang in his deep, rich baritone while he switched between guitar licks, intricate slap-bass patterns, synth loops, and the expert use of percussive beatbox tricks– often all at the same time.

And the crowd loved every moment of it. A sea of faceless silhouettes on two levels swaying, shaking, and grooving in time. Sure the people on the balcony level had more space to move around, but we were having more fun among the hip shaking, body bouncing hordes below.

My friends and I certainly were having a heck of a time dancing and bopping about, with M. right up there with the best of them. It was during the show that it started to sink in that she probably wasn’t as interested in me as I was in her, and that tempered things a bit. But honestly, for the most part my attention was almost wholly set upon the man on stage and the carefree, leave-it-all-on-the-dance-floor spell he’d put us all under.

Suffice it to say my first concert experience was incredible, and from it came other similarly excellent adventures. There’ve definitely been a few duds in the bunch, and I’ve gotten a sense for what makes a good concert and a not-so-good concert (more on that later, no doubt), but one thing’s for certain: it’s a heckuva way to spend an evening, especially when it’s a good show.

A good show– a great show– treats you to something different. Even if you know a band’s entire repertoire from garage EPs to final platinum sixth or seventh albums and every B-side in between, going to the show gives you the chance to be an active part of the music. You’re a part of the tracks now. You’re living every line of the story, every wail and whine of guitar, every pounding fill of snare and bass drum. It gives you new perspective, renewed appreciation, and fills you with a heightened sense of gratitude for the guys and gals up there doing their thing.

I could go on (and likely I will in the near future), but for now, let me know. What was your first concert? What was your favorite concert-going experience? Any less-than-thrilling (even awful) experiences? Let me know.

And get out there and see a show!

Friday Live Wire: Winter Concert Preview 2014

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what  a bunch of fine folk (& rock, & pop &…)

On Monday it was cold, by Wednesday it was nearing 50, and now we’re looking at the chance of snow this weekend. And just when I was ready to talk about how things were “really heating up.”

Oh well. It’s better this way I suppose. More seasonal.

I don’t really mind the colder weather anyhow, though the uncontrollable shivering that starts from the moment I step out the door in the morning and lasts until I’m just minutes away from my destination is a little much. Perhaps that’s more a function of having an aging, rickety car… hmm…

One thing that definitely is heating up in spite of the strange, wintry weather is the schedule of awesome music festivals on tap for the first half of the year. Lineups have recently been announced for big name shows like South by Southwest in March, The New Orleans Jazz Fest in April, and The Governor’s Ball in June, as well as the smaller, not as widely known ones like the Sasquatch Music Festival in Washington state, Shakey Knees in Atlanta, or the Yonder Mountain String Band’s Harvest Music Festival in Ozark, Arkansas. Big or small, these shows all boast impressive lineups.

Of course, if you’re like me, you can’t necessarily afford to jet yourself to a different festival each weekend beginning in March (or, as in the case of the Ann Arbor Folk Festival, starting two weeks from now). Lucky for us there’s no shortage of great musical acts coming to towns near us this season, allowing us to save on hefty travel costs and protect us from the temptation of raiding hotel minibars the nation over.

To this end I’ve added a concert calendar page to the site so you can get a taste of what’s coming up on the Boston-area scene and what concerts I’ll be heading to. If you’ve got a concert you’d like to suggest, promote, or go to with someone– let me know, and we’ll be in touch.

In the meantime, here’s a sampling of the shows I’m most looking forward to seeing this season.

1. Swear & Shake – Friday, January 17 @ Great Scott in Allston, MA

I’m tremendously excited to see these guys tonight. They’re a fun little foursome out of Brooklyn whose brand of peppy, genre-bending indie rock has been pounding the pavement of the northeast for the last few years, gaining them a number of followers and admirers. It’s admiration that’s well placed as they’re wonderfully talented songwriters and versatile musicians, emulating, shifting, and combining musical formats from bluegrass to grunge to driving dance pop rock. The track above is from their forthcoming album Ain’t That Lovin’, due out sometime early this year.

2. A Great Big World (w/Secret Someones) – Tuesday, January 28 @ The Sinclair in Cambridge, MA

If 2012 and 2013 were any indication, these guys are on target to have a bang-up 2014 as well. The last two years have seen them playing some shows, putting out a few singles, and catching the interest of Ms. Christina Aguilera, who brought them on NBC’s The Voice to perform one such single, “Say Something,” with them. This subsequently catapulted both track and these two lovable, recent NYU grads into the hearts and minds of TV producers and loving public nationwide (not to mention adding thousands of views to their YouTube channel). They’re also releasing their first full-length album next week. Their music is nothing if not catchy and the messages are universal, making it understandable how their other song “This Is The New Year” got its share of national airtime as well (the track conveniently fits in perfect with a New Year / New Beginning theme, so if you’re still looking for that one last track to put on your New Year 2014 mix… I highly recommend it).

And if that all wasn’t enough to raise my excitement  and anticipation for this show, my friends from Secret Someones are supporting these guys, and I’m particularly looking forward to seeing them at a more big-time Boston venue. What a treat.

3. Josh Ritter – Wednesday, March 5 @ The Somerville Theatre

In March Ritter released The Beast In Its Tracks, arguably his most personal and reflective release to date, dealing as it  does with his recent divorce, the isolation that ensued, and the slow, bumpy road to normalcy, new beginnings, and new love. Then he went out and toured it mercilessly in true Josh Ritter fashion.

Ritter is the consummate performer, and his shows never fail to delight and entertain. I’ve seen him 5 times over the last 3 years— twice last year alone— and each time it’s like seeing him for the first time. Euphoria, love, and compassion— these are the hallmarks of his every show. Touring has always been profound catharsis for him, and is no doubt one of the big reasons that’s he’s now able to face 2014 with open, loving arms and continue sharing his stories with all who wish to be a part of the story with him.

4. Snarky Puppy – Friday, March 14 @ The Berklee Performing Arts Center

As much as I’m looking forward to these other shows, I might be most excited, if not most intrigued and downright curious, to see this group in action. This impressive crew of marvelously talented musicians is known to put on a show that is a full-on hyper-sensory experience. With that in mind, although you can probably get a decent taste of by listening to the track above, you really need to see it to believe it.

Just think: if they can fill your computer speakers with such beautiful grace and form— imagine it live. In my mind, I’m already at the show, cheering in uncontrollable gratitude and ovation.

5. Milk Carton Kids – Wednesday, April 30 @ Brighton Music Hall

Still want a little more? That can be arranged. Comparisons to Simon & Garfunkel and the Everly Brothers are well placed, even if the “Kids” themselves would have you believe they don’t know what you’re talking about. Comparisons aside, these guys are ridiculously talented flatpickers in their own right. Both of their albums are lovely stories, concise yet vivid tales accompanied by dueling arpeggios and galloping runs. Just two balladeers, their instruments, and their delicately wavering voices. It’s a performance that’s perfectly suited for the intimate atmosphere that a small venue like the Brighton Music Hall provides.

Still want a little more? Check out the full playlist of samples from the bands I’ll be seeing, and check out the calendar itself for a look at what else is coming to town.

above photos courtesy of (clockwise from top left): swearandshake.com, ianaxel.tumblr.com, joshritter.com, snarkypuppy.com, and glidemagazine.com.
photo collage courtesy of fotor.com

Friday Live Wire: Lake Street Dive @ The Sinclair

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Another night at The Sinclair in Cambridge, another excellent show. I know last week I said that the November Devil Makes Three concert at the House of Blues was the best concert of 2013, but I think this one may have beaten it out. And coming in just at the buzzer no less. Well done, up-and-coming, surely-next-big-thing performers… Well done.

The Sun Parade, an indie rock outfit out of Northampton, MA, opened the show. They’d recently made an addition to their personnel, introducing a new drummer (Noam Schatz), and though they played a pleasant little set it was clear they were still working on hitting their stride in their new configuration. Chris Marlon Jennings (lead vocals, acoustic guitar) and Jefferson Lewis (backing vocals, electric guitar, mandolin) clearly asserted themselves as leaders of the band but still looked a little stiff in front of a sold out crowd.

All told, they put down an enjoyable set that sounded to me a mish-mosh of later-years Beach Boys instrumentation and The Cars’s early vocal stylings. As for any lasting impressions of their on-stage demeanor, Lewis at least did appear to loosen up as the evening progressed, but their drummer could definitely have been accused of stealing the show. It was kind of a shame we were so close to the stage as I could only get fleeting glimpses of him, but it was clear that he was wasting no time in displaying his talent and flair.

And then– Lake Street Dive. In a word: tremendous. In four words: best concert of 2013. And in nine words: go see theses peeps as soon as humanly possible. They will not disappoint.

The first thing that hits you is the rhythm and groove: a jazzy concoction with hints of zydeco and New Orleans funk, brought forth masterfully and faithfully by trumpeter/guitarist Mike Olson, stand-up bassist Bridget Kearney, and drummer/percussionist Mike Calabrese.  Then there’s the voice, which singer Rachel Price delivers with a soulful, bluesy alto that has all respects paid to the great female vocalists of the 20th century (Ms. Franklin, Ms. Holiday– I’m looking at you).

Combined, this band makes a heck of a statement, and it’s a statement that has gained interest and a considerable following in the past year and shows no signs of stopping in 2014.  The band played tracks from their 2011 self-titled debut album of original material and their 2012 6-song EP Fun Machine as well, but the main focus of the night was the presentation of selections from their forthcoming full-length album, Bad Self Portraits, due out in February.

What was particularly impressive to me is that there was not a timid bone in any of their bodies. Each musician gave 110% of their best stuff, and it showed at every turn, whether it was Kearney’s precise walking bass lines done at break-neck speed, Olson’s crisp and clear trumpet solos, Calabrese’s superhuman control of all rhythmic pieces and patterns, or Price’s deep and resonant sounds or soul-singer swagger at the mic. And they’re effortlessly personable too, wasting no time getting to know their audience, sharing stories with them about the origins of their songs and other anecdotes from the road. Obvious crowd-pleasing stuff, but not stuff that every band can do well. (As if that wasn’t enough, each member, it turns out, has a song or two to their name as well. Talent for days with these kids).

It’s no wonder they’re playing to increasingly more sold out venues. With the New England Conservatory (NEC) where the band met being just a stone’s throw from the venue, Price gushed to the crowd that she was glad to be ending the year playing for a “hometown crowd.” She then mentioned that they’d be back at the Sinclair in February to celebrate the release of their new album. Within 24 hours of the reminder, that show too was sold out. This group is definitely going places.

Their story is pretty clean cut: each band member hails from a different part of the country– Minneapolis, Philadelphia, just outside Nashville, and Iowa– each a talented musician in their own right, and each came to the NEC where they met and began playing together.

The next part of the story is also pretty normal, at least it is in this day and age of online information exchange. After a few years of light gigging and appearances at festivals, it was a host of YouTube versions of covers they’d recorded for their 2012 EP (particularly the one below) that gave them the notoriety they needed (and deserved) to put them on a year of cross-country and trans-Atlantic touring and exposure.

If there was one less-than-stellar piece of the evening I could point to, it could either have been the six dollar hard cider that my lady friend and I shared or the fact that, being a sold out show, there was no extra space to jive or groove along with the performers. But of course, those being the only detractors, there’s no need to complain. If the band deserves the attention and excitement as much as Lake Street Dive does, then I’ll take overpriced, watered-down beverages and a filled-to-the-gills sold out crowd any day.

Listen Now!
– The Sun Parade – Sometimes Sunny + Need You By My Side
 Lake Street Dive – Hello? Goodbye! + Wedding Band

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The Sun Parade

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the lady friend & I between sets.
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the lady & i again after realizing that the concert lighting makes us look like siblings of Violet Beauregard
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Lake Street Dive
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feeling good about their set.
i'm with the band.
i’m with the band.

 

Friday Live Wire: The Devil Makes Three @ The House of Blues

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This was hands down one of the best concerts of 2013. Conditions were perfect: a balmy November evening just a few days before Thanksgiving, a crowd that was ready to have some good, slightly rowdy pre-holiday week fun, and two bands for whom it was in their nature to deliver the sort of experience their public requested. Ready, set, rock.

IMG_0217Alt-folk balladeer Shakey Graves (a.k.a. Alejandro Rose-Garcia) started the evening off with his signature brand of gritty, gut-wrenching tunes. His interests and influences may be Townes Van Zandt, Roscoe Holcomb, and Buffy Sainte-Marie among others, but the sound and stories he most often created were more reminiscent of the early delta blues flatpickers. Whatever the case, this is a man who obviously treasures the traditions of those who came before, and with an impressive attention to detail– and a good amount of natural musical talent– he has found sonic authenticity.

IMG_0222This attention to both sonic and aesthetic detail was evident throughout his performance: in the pre-war Kay arch top acoustic guitar he played, in the firey fingerstyle he employed on each tune, in the rough and ragged distortion quality produced by the vintage amplifiers on stage with him, and, of course, in his haunting and mournful vocal style. Add on top of this his tall, lean stature, stark manner of dress– wifebeater, dark-wash slim jeans, and smartly appointed stetson on his shaggy brown mane &  5 o’clock shadow– and the muffled sounds of his hardshell suitcase-turned kick drum reverberating off the walls of the cavernous hall, and you get a truly singular sound from a truly talented performer.

Later that night the main act appeared on stage to a rousing, hootin’-and-hollerin’-style reception from the near-sellout crowd fit to raise a barn or a 50 story skyscraper. And from there they  kept raising that barn higher.

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It was a romping, frenetic good time, led by the smartly-dressed trio of guitarist, guitarist, and stand up bassist, and assisted by an agreeable crowd hungry for some danceable, playful music to sing and roll along with. And quite the diverse crowd it was too with people of all shapes and sizes, tattoo/piercing preferences, and walks of life. Among the fray was also a contingent of hip, enterprising parents standing near me who’d brought their kids along to see their first live show. “Sure beats my first concert– Duran, Duran,” remarked one of the dads. As debatable as the family-friendly quotient of this concert experience was, the kids appeared to take it all in with wide-eyed wonderment (even if by “wide-eyed wonderment” I simply mean dumbfounded).

IMG_0249DM3’s joyful and bombastic mix of bluegrass, punk, and rockabilly sensitivities was infectious and the crowd was undeniably stricken. Their harmonies were calculated and fierce, their melody lines and breakdowns were clear and well-executed, and there was absolutely no doubt that they were having as good a time as we were. Guitarists Pete Bernhard and Cooper McBean often traded smiles, whoops, and yodels with each other and with upright bassist Lucia Turino who was herself a one-woman dance party–twisting, stomping, and moving with the best of them– all the while holding down the breakneck rhythms and beats (McBean also proved himself a whiz on the banjo and tenor banjo as well, complete with Guthrerian homage on its head that read “This Machine Annoys Fascists”).

Although they’d put out their third studio album earlier this fall, their set offered stories and sounds from all of their albums and EPs, and each song it seemed was given new life. They even threw a few covers in for good measure (their arrangement of Elvis Costello’s hit “Lip Service” was definitely a highlight of the night).

It was the sort of concert where by the end of the night the temperature inside was easily 30 degrees hotter than the city outside. It was a concert where strangers are made old friends in a matter of minutes by the nature of shared experiences, and by the end of the night there was no doubt we had just shared in something particularly special.

Listen Now!
– Shakey Graves – Late July and Roll The Bones
– Devil Makes Three – Gracefully Facedown and Hallelu

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Mr. Shakey doing his thing.
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that low, graveling, lonesome sound
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Mr. McBean on his devilish little tenor banjo

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without a doubt a rip-roaring good time.