Showing posts with label Santa Fe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Santa Fe. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

DELTA SPIRIT in SANTA FE TONIGHT, Y'ALL!!!


"Toast" had the honor of interviewing Matt Vasquez and Kelly Winrich from Long Beach, CA's DELTA SPIRIT today. They played 3 songs and were generally very pleasant guys who obviously love what they do.

LISTEN HERE

They play live tonight (7/20/10) with a full band @ the Santa Fe Brewing Company (^_^)

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CONCERT REVIEW – DELTA SPIRIT – 7/20/10 Santa Fe Brewing Company, Santa Fe, NM

Delta Spirit is a sonic juggernaut.

This is the best bar band to come along in 10, maybe 20 years. Hailing originally from San Diego, CA, and now holed up in Long Beach, Delta Spirit is a band born to perform. They play with as much energy for 20 people as they might for 20,000 – something I’ve heard said about only a handful of bands in rock’s history.

I recall very much enjoying their new album, History from Below, upon first listen some weeks ago but, like all good bands, their songs reveal themselves as significantly more magnificent live – like the album cuts are sheepish-yet-solid Clark Kent and their live counterparts are Superman, rippling with unlikely musculature.

Tonight’s set was a spectacular tapestry of several new songs, a few old songs, and a couple of surprising covers. Oh, and one bar fight. Not the band’s fault, I’m sure, though they did steer most songs toward frenzy, and maybe this one blonde beef-head was just one susceptible microbrew over the line. The band kindly but firmly insisted he exit the venue, stage right, then kept right on playing, unfazed.

Their current single, Bushwick Blues, came near the beginning of the set, commandeering our attention and rarely letting it waver for the next 90 minutes. They did indulge themselves with detours into quietude and melancholia throughout the night, but always whipped the energy back to a foamy froth. It’s called dynamic range, young bands of the world – look into it.

Front-man Matt Vasquez has a unique vocal quality – able to shift from desperate, quivering prettiness to a high-grade, bestial yowl at the drop of a hat. The curious thing about this is how often he did it, and how effortless it all seemed. Their reading of St. James Infirmary bore an earthy, almost malevolent Tom Waits-iness.

The band admitted during a radio interview earlier that day they’d been playing most of the “new” songs for at least 2 years (during their extensive support tour for full-length #1 – Ode to Sunshine) before recording them for full-length #2 – History from Below, and it really showed on one of my favorites from the “new” batch: White Table. Though the arrangement wasn’t technically different in any drastic way, it did churn its way into a stunning multi-instrumental crescendo which put the album version to shame.

Wave upon wave of sound crashed against us, the undertow threatening to pull us into bottomless waters if we didn’t keep an eye on the shore. At least 2 members of Delta Spirit – Matt Vasquez and Kelly Winrich – are multi-instrumentalists (there seemed to be a fifth member not credited on the album, and if introductions were made from the stage, I somehow missed them), which allows each song to find its own unique arrangement or, presumably, for each arrangement to morph night after night.

Whether Vasquez takes it upon himself to preface certain songs with pithy anect-oids because he’s the front-man, or if he’s the front-man because he takes it upon himself to preface certain songs with pithy anect-oids I can’t say. He did preface a tease of Pink Floyd’s Wish You were Here by taking over piano duties from Kelly Winrich, and told of a time which is as likely to have actually happened to him as it was to have happened to any of us, when he was tripping in the bathtub and came to the conclusion that it was quite possibly the perfect song. Wish You Were Here segued flawlessly into their Ode to Sunshine radio hit, Trashcan, surprisingly well. Vasquez stayed on piano for this one, while Winrich picked up a modified trashcan lid to play additional percussion. Maybe that’s why the song’s called Trashcan, I don’t know. There wasn’t a pithy anect-oid about it.

Vasquez prefaced 9/11 by name-dropping Howard Zinn and encouraging us to read A People’s History of the United States, if we hadn’t already. This might’ve been received as overly-liberal left-wingery elsewhere, but luckily for Vasquez, Santa Fe is a blue city in a red state.

When he introduced the plaintive Vivian, Vasquez told about how he wrote it while he was on the road and got word that both of his beloved grandmothers had died, tingeing the song with a self-revealing emotional twinge. Vasquez seems fearless about wearing his heart on his sleeve. Either he’s too young to know better, or he’s just a strong motherf***er.

Delta Spirit’s music – especially live – is monstrous, epic, delicate, dissonant, and elegant; sometimes all at once. “Butterfly sledgehammers” is a term that keeps returning to me after the fact. Maybe their opening and closing house p.a. selections indicate where they’d like to be placed in the framework of rock’s living mythology – somewhere between Wilco and The Band. Earlier in the day, during their radio interview, Vasquez admitted the reason for playing music in front of people is “to convince them that you’re the best at it,” and I definitely came away a believer. It’s too bad in a way that their songs and their presentation are so monumentally good, because this is what simultaneously makes them the best bar band going, but also most likely to advance to arena gigging (à la U2, or Springsteen, or Panic, or KOL) in the near future.

In the end, as I remarked to an acquaintance in the audience, it was great just to hear some good old rock ’n’ roll for a change.

~ Chris “Toast” Diestler

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Friday, March 19, 2010

JOE BONAMASSA INTERVIEW


Broadcast live on KBAC 3/19/10 - listen back if you missed it HERE


Don't forget to check out Joe's new disc, "Black Rock," due in stores and online March 23, 2010 (^_^)

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Saturday, March 6, 2010

CONCERT REVIEW - NEKO CASE

NEKO CASE, KELLY HOGAN, PAUL RIGBY – 3/5/10 Greer Garson Theater, College of Santa Fe, Santa Fe, NM

Ethereal, magical, sublime, transcendent - I don’t think I can conjure any adjectives reviewers haven’t already used to describe Neko Case in concert, so I’ll just leave it at this – perfect. Not that mistakes weren’t made (Kelly Hogan’s music box solo during “Middle Cyclone” was marred by a series of thunderous electrical shorts), but Neko and company seemed so comfortable onstage and with each other that they just rolled right through the rough spots with a wink and, more often than not, a quip. Their humorous, self-effacing camaraderie was endearing – almost familial – making it seem less like (fanfare) THE AMAZING NEKO CASE SHOW (more fanfare), than an intimate front porch jam with friends. Okay, maybe a perfectly rehearsed, mic’d, and amplified front porch jam with friends.

Until now, I never realized Neko Case uses a harmony vocalist. Kelly Hogan’s voice matches so perfectly, I had always assumed Neko just doubled her own vocals in the studio. Because they sing SO well together, I wondered how far back they’d been doing it. My guess is early childhood. They might’ve learned to sing together before either could walk. Kelly was always ready with a friendly jab toward Neko too, like, “Oh, another song about an animal, imagine that,” which kept the mood light even when the lyrics implied gloom and foreboding (the song was “The Tigers Have Spoken”). When Kelly returned from what I assume was a bathroom break, to find they were about to launch into the Sparks tune “Never Turn Your Back on Mother Earth,” she rolled her eyes and decried it as the “nut-buster” of the set, but nailed it anyway.

Much has been written of Neko’s “well-honed machine” of a voice, and everything you’ve read is true. She must have what my choir teacher in middle school called “perfect pitch,” because even a cappella, she belts out the right note every time, no approach, no waver, no glissando. Even when she aborted her reading of Bob Dylan’s “Buckets of Rain” before finishing the first verse, thinking she had somehow flubbed it (she hadn’t), she got right back on the horse and nailed it a second time. This is a hard one to find in her catalog – only available on the Live from Austin TX disc, or on an obscure compilation called “Sweetheart” from 2005.

Whether due to the acoustic trio arrangement, or due to what they called Santa Fe’s high-altitude “freaky air,” they played a good half-dozen songs that rarely appear on Neko Case set lists, including tracks from the little heard 2001 release “Canadian Amp.” They admitted the oft-requested “Fox Confessor Brings the Flood” is rarely played because it’s “scary,” and Neko characterized the Harry Nilsson cover of “Don’t Forget Me,” (which appears on her latest release, “Middle Cyclone”) as “cruel.” “Scary” to play? “Cruel” to sing? As in, “these notes are such a vocal workout it’s cruel to ask anyone to sing them?” Whatever. They sounded great. Even on the first “high-notes” number of the night (“Maybe Sparrow”), their collective perfection thrilled. It was kinda like watching a trapeze act or a NASCAR race – part of the thrill was in the anticipation it could all go horribly wrong at any moment. But it never did.

“Star Witness” was epic, even for an acoustic trio – a real “show-stopper.” We could’ve all gone home ecstatically happy at this point. The show had already been the length of 2 full Neko Case albums. But, after an almost non-existent encore break – about 15 seconds – they hustled back onstage and admitted they “didn’t really want to leave in the first place,” and proved it by playing a 6-song encore.

I’d be remiss not to mention Paul Rigby, the very-nearly one-man band, who had quite the array of effects pedals for an acoustic performance. He accompanied the madness from start-to-2-hour-finish with a smile, a “Rex Harrison hat” (yes, Neko quoted the John Hughes film “Weird Science”), and just the right amount of flair. If the acoustic trio configuration is this good, I can only imagine what the full band sounds like (not that they were missed at all during this performance). This was my first Neko Case show, but I certainly hope it won’t be the last.

~ Chris Diestler, A.K.A. “Toast”


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Set List:

A Widow’s Toast
Margaret vs. Pauline
I’m an Animal
That Teenage Feeling
Tightly
Polar Nettles
Maybe Sparrow
The Tigers Have Spoken
Favorite
Things That Scare Me
Middle Cyclone
People Got a Lotta Nerve
Hex *Catherine Ann Irwin song*
Dirty Knife
Buckets of Rain *Bob Dylan song*
Never Turn Your Back on Mother Earth *Sparks song*
Fox Confessor Brings the Flood
In California *Lisa Marr song*
Star Witness

Encore:

Vengeance Is Sleeping
Sometimes When I Get to Thinkin' *Buffy Sainte-Marie song*
Ghost Wiring
Don’t Forget Me *Harry Nilsson song*
Knock Loud *Sook-Yin Lee song*
John Saw That Number

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Wednesday, October 21, 2009

BLACK CROWES CANCELED

The news just in from the promoter today - no Black Crowes show tonight. Those who used plastic to purchase tix will be automatically refunded, other holders should approach point of purchase for refunds. No further details avail at this time. Alas!

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Sunday, October 4, 2009

CONCERT REVIEW - MICHAEL FRANTI & SPEARHEAD at PUMPKIN FESTIVAL day 1, Santa Fe, NM

MICHAEL FRANTI & SPEARHEAD setlist 10/3/09 Santa Fe Horse Park

This is corrected compared to what the actual printed setlist says…

A Little Bit of Riddim
Hello Bonjour
We Don’t Stop
Rude Boys Back in Town
All I Want Is You (w/Tainted Love tease)
East to the West *
Everyone Deserves Music
(You Got to Walk and) Don’t Look Back (w/Casey Jones tease)
Sometimes (Electric)
Anytime You Want Me
Never Too Late
Yell Fire * (w/Smells like Teen Spirit tease **)
Sound of Sunshine *
I Got Love for You

E:

Everybody Ona Move (w/Billie Jean tease)
Hey World (Remote Control version)
Hey World (Don’t Give Up version w/new arrangement, new lyrics)
Say Hey (I Love You) ***

* with guest Robert Mirabal
** with Mirabal and audience members Erica and Denny
*** with Mirabal and lots of kids from the audience

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Michael Franti has God-like powers. I’m not just referring to his notorious ability to connect with an audience like the tractor beam connected with the Millenium Falcon in “Star Wars,” nor am I referring to the way he somehow manages to be political and positive at the same time – I’m talking about being able to deliver a performance which proves he has those powers and more while sweating out a fever of 104 degrees.

Michael Franti & Spearhead have been in their current configuration (minus Cherine Anderson) for some 15 years, but they’re now amidst an audience growth spurt with the release of their first, bona-fide, across-the-board, hit single – “Say Hey (I Love You)”. This is a roundabout way of saying there were a lot more “norms” in the crowd than usual, but also just a lot more people, period.

All the hoopsters (that particular brand of show regular first seen, by me, at String Cheese shows in the early 00’s) had started congregating on the grass. One already sunburned hippy-shaker managed to balance a glass of beer on her head while hula hooping in a very heavy, warm-looking, presumably homemade, patchwork halter top dress. These typical Franti-show-free-spirit-types mingled with the vaguely “Colorado-jock-and-their-perfect-family-with-2.5-children” types, and a few thousand varying degrees of us grooved along somewhere in between.

I had been in line for one of the ridiculously small number of port-a-johns about 30 minutes when the first drum-and-bass driven notes of “A Little Bit of Riddim” came thumping across the Santa Fe Horse Park. One of my favorites from their most recent release, “All Rebel Rockers,” its siren’s call nearly pulled me away from the queue, but I resigned myself to missing the first couple of songs in the interest of finally urinating. Nearby Apsen beckoned me to relieve myself in a more primitive fashion, but I was on the clock and reluctant to be branded as uncivilized.

“Hello Bonjour” came on, another personal favorite from 2006’s “Yell Fire.” That gal with the 2.5 children had certainly been in the plastic toilet a long time. “We Don’t Stop,” from Everyone Deserves Music (2003) may or may not have been great, or even played for that matter. I was now delirious with how close and yet so far I was from civilized relief.

Ah! At last! And “Rude Boys Back in Town” provided the soundtrack for my return the concert area. First though, I decided to take a load off and watch people pass by. I’d been standing or walking for about 5 hours straight and the row of hay bales looked comfy enough. Though I was now right at the center of the festival grounds (which also included vast expanses of kid’s activities, food and craft vendors, and carnival rides), the bustling crowd of earlier appeared to have vanished. They apparently couldn’t resist Spearhead’s call to positive, beat-driven revolution, and I supposed I shouldn’t either – so much for giving my dogs a rest.

During “All I Want Is You,” it seemed from a distance that Franti descended from the stage and was absorbed by the crowd, song still playing. He interpolated quotes from the terminally 80’s club hit “Tainted Love” which miraculously meshed with the former’s acoustic dub structure.

He returned to the stage without missing a beat, and welcomed Taos Pueblo flautist Robert Mirabal to the stage for a particularly delicate reading of “East to the West.”

A rousing “Everyone Deserves Music” followed, and I had finally made my way close enough to the front to really see what was happening: they had the audience – hippy hoopster and Colorado jock alike – totally caught in their tractor beam. Everyone was completely bewitched by Franti’s charms, and well they might be, for his charms are legendary. Young parents bore small children atop their shoulders; some were thoughtful enough to stuff makeshift napkin earplugs into their children’s ears. The children were also bewitched – clapping when asked to clap, hands in the air like they just didn’t care, singing along with songs to which they couldn’t possibly know the words. Thankfully, Franti leans less on the expletive-laden raps these days.

In the midst of an otherwise faithful rendering of Motown’s “Don’t Look Back” via Peter Tosh’s “Bush Doctor” (1978), Franti quoted “Casey Jones” with more happiness and conviction than I ever heard The Grateful Dead themselves muster in concert. I’m assuming Sly & Robbie turned him on to “Don’t Look Back” while he was recording with them in Jamaica, or perhaps they just helped show him how it was played, since they were also part of Peter Tosh’s band way back when. At any rate, I was glad that, if he was going to do an actual reggae cover, that it wasn’t a Bob Marley tune. Not because Bob Marley doesn’t have the most archetypal and broad reggae catalog in history, just that I’ve been sick of most of Bob’s material for years. I know, Rasta heresy.

I was glad to hear the electric version of “Sometimes” again. Originally arranged this way on the 2001 recording “Stay Human,” I’ve seen him perform this since in the acoustic “Songs from the Front Porch” arrangement more often than not. It’s a great song either way; I just prefer the one with a beat.

By contrast, I was perfectly happy with the next number, a beautiful acoustic sing-a-long called “Anytime You Want Me” according to the setlist, which I’m guessing is a new Franti original since I can’t Google up any responses from the lyrics.

“Never Too Late” reminded me that Franti’s never afraid to reveal that he has emotions and that it’s okay for us to have them too. At some point during the show when I broke away from looking at the stage, I saw two teenage boys (presumably not gay from the way they were dressed) put their arms around each other and sing something which involved the repetition of the word “love.” This was a welcome change for me, accustomed to seeing teenage boys mimic the thuggery they see in mass media, or some other form of alienated, bruised-but-tough guy. The entire audience was joyful – full to bursting, actually.

The title track from “Yell Fire” always get my blood pumping, and I remember thinking if anyone’s not sold yet, they surely will be now. Though, I really couldn’t imagine someone so determined to remain mired in their own cynicism they hadn’t been won over at this point, because I’m usually that person, and I was in. Mirabal guested on didgeridoo, which added an interesting new dimension to a song I already knew backwards-and-forwards. Then Franti pointed out a couple of audience members for security to let onstage – their names were Erica and Denny and I’m assuming they were picked at random since Franti had to ask their names – and they were given guitars and busted out with the riff from Nirvana’s angst anthem “Smells Like Teen Spirit!” All that rocking took the chill off the fact that the sun was setting on an already crisp fall day.

Franti introduced the next song – another acoustic number called “Sound of Sunshine” – by pointing out the blazing sunset (average by Santa Fe standards) and stated plainly that “the sunset can cure a lot of bullshit.” This was the only vulgar term I heard him utter all day, and I wondered if this sunset could go so far as to cure his fever, which he hadn’t remotely let on he was suffering through.

He prefaced the last song the same way he had almost exactly one year ago at Paolo Soleri, by telling us he’d written it for his then 21 year-old son when Cappy departed San Francisco for NYC on a Greyhound bus. The song was “I Got Love for You,” from “All Rebel Rockers,” and it really is a pretty song, at least the way it appears on the record. I don’t know if this is a typical reggae affectation, but I have seen Toots and the Maytals do it often: take a nice slow song (or a nice fast one) and, once you get a nice groove going, send it into double time and totally ruin the audience’s ability to keep up. Then, back to normal time just long enough to get the audience back into it, then, for no apparent reason, back into double time. Repeat until everyone, including the band, is totally exhausted. Despite all this annoyance, I remember thinking how blessed Cappy was to have a father who’d write such a heartfelt ditty for him to listen to while he was thousands of miles from home.

After the world’s shortest encore break (during which I presume Franti realized if he sat down now, he wasn’t getting back up without medical assistance), came a spot-on reading of “Everybody Ona Move” (no double time shenanigans) with a sprinkling of synth from Michael Jackson’s “Billie Jean” toward the end, like the toy surprise at the bottom of a Cracker Jack.

The “Remote Control version” of “Hey World” followed. Franti changed one lyric from the album version, and I thought it was a good change: before reprising the chorus, he would say “You’ve got to let go BEFORE IT TAKES ALL YOUR SOUL.”

Next was the “Don’t Give Up version” of “Hey World,” which began much like the recorded version. After about one verse and one chorus though, Franti stopped the song dead in its tracks, and told us he and the band had totally re-written the song the night before and we would be the first to hear it in public. WOW! If anyone has a recording of this PLEASE post it somewhere. Maybe, if we’re lucky, the band will release it as a bonus single or something. I tried to write down all the new lyrics, but simply couldn’t, and I don’t know enough about music theory to say what had changed about the arrangement, but this version of that song was a whole different ball game. They made a good song great and I sincerely hope I get to hear it again someday.

Finally, Franti instructed security to let the front-of-crowd children (he called them "all the little pumpkins") on stage. One presented him with a brown paper sack full of New Mexico green chilé (packed with vitamin C, y’all), which Michael said should help cure his cold. He announced that Spearhead was currently enjoying their first run in the top 10 of the nationwide charts with “Say Hey (I Love You)” (which means all you ingrates who complained about the $30 ticket price should be ready to pony up $60 next time), and I’ll be damned if those 2 dozen-or-so "little pumpkins" didn’t know just about all the words. Franti even passed his microphone to a couple of them during the “song about a boy and a girl” part, and this one boy totally nailed the words and the rhythm perfectly. The kids all bounced happily and sang along on stage while we all bounced happily and sang along in the audience. It was the kind of moment which seemed right at home in a Spearhead show but which, somehow, had never happened before and, sadly, probably never will again. I doubt most Spearhead shows take place at a kid-friendly pumpkin festival.

I did manage to write down some of the changed lyrics to “Hey World (Don’t Give Up),” and I now notice they seem to sum up the whole Spearhead vibe and are good words to go out on. They are: “Don’t let nobody tell you that it couldn’t be done | Don’t let nobody tell you that it shouldn’t be sung…” and what should be writ large and shouted from the mountaintops, a trio of perfectly distilled Spearhead-isms: “Don’t ever give up,” “Everything is possible,” and “Keep on believin’.” Coming from anyone else they would sound trite or childish. Coming from Michael Franti and Spearhead they sound sincere and powerful, almost holy.

God bless you, Michael, and get well soon.

~ Chris “Toast” Diestler

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Chris’ interview with Michael Franti – Hear HERE

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Sunday, September 20, 2009

JAMES FELICE interview posted

Thanks to James Felice for taking time out before hitting the road to speak with me from rural, upstate New York. Thanks to Holland Nix for setting things up and turning me on to The Felice Brothers' "Yonder Is the Clock." It's great stuff.

Listen to the interview HERE

Don't forget they're playing in Santa Fe this Tuesday night (^_^)

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Thursday, August 27, 2009

LIPBONE REDDING & the LIPBONE ORCHESTRA

Live from KBAC's Studio 2 on 8/27/09! Thanks to Karen Grossman for setting it up. They are loads of fun live, and you should all book them on your show / at your venue a.s.a.p. (^_^) TOAST

GO HERE TO LISTEN

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Thursday, July 30, 2009

BLACK CROWES TIX

From the promoter:

"Good old fashioned Rock and Roll comes to Santa Fe Center, Santa Fe's new convention center when The Black Crowes invade....
Wednesday, Oct 21 at 7:30.
This is a seated show, limited reserved seating is $53 and then GA seats available is $39
Tickets go on sale THIS Friday, July 31 at 10AM online at http://www.ticketssantafe.org... The Lensic box.. 988-1234."

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STRINGDUSTERS on YouTube

Check out pieces of The Infamous Stringdusters' latest visit to New Mexico on YouTube

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Wednesday, July 15, 2009

STEVE EARLE TIX

Just got the word about Steve Earle in Santa Fe 8/20 @ James A. Little - woo hoo!

Tickets thru the Lensic (505-988-1234) or online at www.Ticketssantafe.org

Friday, July 10, 2009

MORE INTERVIEWS YO

Toast interviews The Infamous Stringdusters live at KBAC's Studio 2 this Friday afternoon at 3 o'clock.

Mark Karan (Bob Weir and Ratdog) will be talking up his new solo CD, "Walk Through the Fire," via telephone Thursday night during Toast-n-Jam.

TUNE IN and TURN ON

(^_^)

Sunday, June 21, 2009

PIGMENT IN STUDIO 6/25

Tune in and turn on to Pigment, then catch them at Corazon for the CD release party in Santa Fe!

Thursday, May 21, 2009

CORNMEAL show review

Though sparsely attended, I hear the Cornmeal show at SF Brewing was smokin'. Based on this review from Lael Eccard (drummer of local jamband Pigment), I'ma hafta make sure I show up for Cornmeal's next visit (^_^) TOAST

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CORNMEAL 4/23/09 Santa Fe Brewing Company, Santa Fe, NM

Being the musician and jamband music fan that I am I knew I had to attend the Cornmeal gig at the Santa Fe Brewing Co. this past Thursday. Boy was I impressed. They started off with that very familiar banjo and stand up bass driven southern bluegrass feel. Boom chick, boom chick goes the drummer with viola and acoustic guitar playing steady rhythms. Just then a voice takes the limelight with that wonderful twangy, nasally sound that is all too indicative of bluegrass. This is just the calm before the storm. These guys kick bluegrass is the ass! With a couple hits of his pedals Kris Nowak has taken flight. Instantly there is this mean sounding guitar that demands attention as he fiddles the upper register...morphing the song into a psychadelic jam that made me grin from ear to ear! If these guys come through Santa Fe again...do not miss them. Thank you to the band and to David "Wavey" for a brief chat outside the venue. My hat is off to you!

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Thanks, Lael! And, since one good turn deserves another:

Up and coming PIGMENT shows:

May 23rd
Bull O the Woods Saloon,
Red River, NM, Bike Weekend
4-8pm...outdoor stage

May 24th
Vietnam Memorial Amphetheater
Benefit Concert, (Donation to benefit the memorial)
1-3pm

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INFAMOUS STRINGDUSTERS show review

I hung onto this for a long while hoping it would get printed, but the editor told me in the end it was too long for his needs, so I'll share it with you now. BTW, The Infamous Stringdusters return to SF Brewing Co this July. See you there (^_^) TOAST

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THE INFAMOUS STRINGDUSTERS 2/21/09 Santa Fe Brewing Company, Santa Fe, NM

How to speak about my recent -- and first -- live concert experience with The Infamous Stringdusters without stealing previous writers’ hyperbole may be difficult, but I’m gonna give it a try:

These guys are IT.

I’d managed to divert them to KBAC-FM (98.1 Radio Free Santa Fe) on their way to soundcheck for the closing night of their soon-to-be (pardon the pun) infamous Ski Tour 2009 long enough to interview them and get them to play a few songs live on the air.

I’ve interviewed many bands, but never before has a 6-piece acoustic band arrived early with smiles on, got tuned, and hit the airwaves with a live jam right at the previously agreed-upon show time. I guess when you’re only 3 ½ years into your run, have already won a platoon of awards, shared the stage with living legends of your root genre (in this case, bluegrass, for those not yet hip to their thing), and book some 130 shows a year, a certain level of professionalism is to be expected, but these guys are like clockwork.

This is not to say they don’t jam. It’s just not a lazy, aimless, meandering kind of jamming. They don’t noodle – they PLAY.

They seemed a little stunned when I asked how they felt about the being called a more progressive kind of jamgrass or newgrass, as though no one’s ever labeled them that before (they have), but new kid Andy Falco – who replaced founding guitarist Chris “Critter” Eldridge, now playing with Chris Thile in the almost excessively baroque Punch Brothers – stepped in to fill the void with a humble, “Cool, yeah, thanks.”

I came to realize this band is almost reverently aware of their roots, but are nevertheless taking what has gone before and doing something new with it. My mom would call it “taking the scenic route” on interminably long car trips in the summer. This band likes the side roads. Yes, Leftover Salmon, String Cheese Incident, Railroad Earth, New Monsoon, Yonder Mountain String Band and Hot Buttered Rum have blazed similar trails, but The Infamous Stringdusters have an almost transcendent songsmanship (if I may coin that term) usually missing from the typical jamgrass stew.

Maybe it’s because they cut their teeth on the demanding Nashville scene, paying their dues if you will, playing as sidemen for names that are bigger than theirs might ever be (though I’m certainly rooting for them to prove me wrong there). Maybe it was just a matter of right place, right time, when they realized what chemistry they had and decided to devote themselves to it full time. Whatever cosmic alignment of arcane tides formed such a band, we are all enriched because of it.

On to the show:

Stupendous.

The Santa Fe Brewing company wasn’t yet full-to-bursting on this Saturday night, but after the warm-up on the radio earlier, we were ready for a SHOW, by cracky. Opener was “Travelin’ Teardrop Blues,” a gem from also-Nashville-based Shawn Camp, segueing into “Three Days in July” – a song from the new IS release penned by Jon Weisberger and Mark Simos, both of whom seem to have been around the block; both somehow having managed to avoid widespread fame thus far. The Infamous Stringdusters seem intent on spelunking the furthest, unexplored reaches of the talent pool they have access to, both in Nashville and on obscure nuggets from their record collections.

During the interview I asked if there was anyone who tops their dream list of people to someday work with. Having already shared the stage and/or the production studio with legends in the field like David Grisman, Del McCoury, and Tim O’Brien, they all agreed next on the list would be Tony Rice. On the air as well as at this show they pulled out Rice’s cover of Jerry Reed’s “Likes of Me,” which comes from a Tony Rice album called “Cold on the Shoulder,” released in 1984, back when a whole lotta not-many-folks were buying bluegrass records.

But they’re not just historians, archaeologists, or curators of the unusual. They’ve got an impressive repertoire of originals. I’m guessing some of the songs we heard tonight might be new songs-a-brewin’ – they hinted at recording a new album (their third as a combo) this spring. Personally, I can’t wait. Two Travis Book numbers from the second album – “Won’t Be Coming Back” and “You Can’t Handle the Truth” – highlighted the first set, showcasing the bittersweet and the wryly lively sides of Book’s talent, and proved he’s got what it takes to hold up his end of the lead vocal duties.

IS have 3 lead vocalists if you’re keeping score at home but, true to bluegrass tradition, excel at vocal harmony and interplay, and use them often. This is definitely a group effort, greater than the sum of its parts, as proved by the first set’s closing two-fer: “Lovin’ You,” written by Sarah Siskind (recently on tour with critic’s darling Bon Iver), from the current album, and the wistful “Dream You Back,” one of IS fiddler Jeremy Garrett’s from their debut. “Dreambacks,” as it’s referred to on the hand-written setlist, is the kind of contemporary bluegrass number that feels immediately familiar, like an old pair of slippers you can’t bring yourself to throw out because their comfort far outweighs their antiquity. And I’ve made no secret of the fact that I think their recording of “Lovin’ You” is absolutely the best single of 2008, regardless of genre. Every time they perform it, it’s a little different. I caught Book and Garrett leaning into the studio monitors earlier at the radio station while I spun a live version of “Lovin’ You” from the Fox Theater in Boulder, CO (4/15/08). It had never occurred to me that performers like this wouldn’t be just constantly revisiting past performances like a star ball player might review old plays on “tape,” or whatever passes for tape these days. But they were listening to the jam on this recording with big old smiles on their faces and nodding their heads in approval, much like I probably did the first time I heard that show (it’s amazing). Tonight’s “Lovin’ You” was perfect during the verses, and completely original and amazing during the extended jam which always seems to follow. It’s as if any-and-every jam conceivable with a 6-piece acoustic combo can, has, or will be explored during this song’s stagelife, long may it be.

At this point, I’d already witnessed the most rousing newgrass set in years and we all adjourned briefly to the patio to discuss its merits with an entire second set yet to be experienced. One thing we talked about was the instrumentals.

The Infamous Stringdusters have more than a few outstanding instrumental numbers. My last question to them during the interview was how they settled on some of said instrumental’s names. I will recount them for you now, in case you’re the sort who also finds such minutiae interesting:

“Glass Elevator” was named after banjo picker Chris Pandolfi had apparently watched Willy Wonka. I neglected to ask which version, but here’s hoping it wasn’t Tim Burton’s “more accurate” atrocity.

Pandolfi’s “Moon Man” makes reference to a colorful fellow in Georgia they took a “shine” to. Shine as in what them Duke Boys ran. Yep.

Dobro player Andy Hall’s “No Resolution” was dubbed thusly by one Kitsy Kuykendall – wife of Bluegrass Unlimited’s editor, and board member of the International Bluegrass Museum – apparently due to the song’s unpredictable, open-ended nature (which of course means it’s a great one to jam on).

“Black Rock” was the instrumental title I had wondered the most about prior to the interview. My bet was on some kind of Burning Man Festival connection, though I also thought it might be a super-obscure reference to the very old, yet amazingly preserved, derelict galleon on the best science-fiction show ever to air, “Lost.” Nope. Turns out Hall was surfing Google Earth one day, looking at islands near the coast of Maine and “Bam!” there it was. Now you know.

Jesse Cobb’s “40 West” – named for, you guessed it, US Interstate 40 West, opened the second set. And what a set it would be.

A Bill Monroe tune called “Blue Night” was an early 2nd set highlight for me. I had heard they performed it once with David Grisman in San Francisco, but this was my first listen. You know when the old timers say “they just don’t write ‘em like that anymore”? This is one of those. Pristine and gorgeous, you’re almost afraid of listening too closely for fear of accidentally breaking the damn thing.

“Poor Boy’s Delight” is always one of mine. You can’t beat a line like “The Devil would die if you danced one with me.” Credited to Benny Galloway, perpetually nearly-famous Colorado folkster with a list of finely crafted songs a mile long, this is one of the most memorable songs on the first album – heartfelt, exquisite. And, surprise! They pulled Galloway himself from the crowd for a quick run through “Sugartown” halfway through the second set, and the now-capacity crowd really started getting into it.

Oh, but The Infamous Stringdusters weren’t done with us yet. In fact, though they’d certainly managed to give everyone their money’s worth at this point, I got the feeling they were just getting started. Something Falco said earlier on the radio replayed itself in my mind: “We really like to play, so we tend to play as long as possible.” They didn’t mention they were going for the world record. Almost 2 hours and counting – land sakes!

“Fork in the Road,” an award-winning track from their debut, still sounded lively and fresh. If they’ve played it a thousand times and are sick to death of it, none of that showed tonight.

By the time they made it through the aforementioned instrumental “No Resolution,” I was sure they must be winding down.

But no! Special guest #2 took the stage – Bob Heminger from Pagosa Springs, CO, and get this: he brought a sax. Yes! A sax in a bluegrass combo. Who’da thunk it? You know what happens when you throw a sax into a bluegrass combo? You get the funkiest reading of “Get It While You Can (a Danny Barnes tune from 2003’s ‘Dirt on the Angel’)” y’ever did hear. Heminger admitted afterwards it’s very difficult to coax the sax into playing something that meshes with bluegrass, but he managed to work it through several numbers, and stayed with them through to the end, possibly because it’s nearly impossible to get off the SFB stage once the crowd has filled in – most concert stages have an area accessible to the performers but not to the audience, usually dubbed “backstage” or, in theater, “The Green Room.”

Well, right about here the official setlist runs out, but either because the SFB has no backstage or the IS were having such a good time, Andy Hall announced they would simply launch right into the encore. These included Jeremy Garrett’s heartbreakingly beautiful “Starry Night” and Travis Book taking front and center for John Hartford/New Grass Revival’s “Steam Powered Aero Plane,” as well as at least 2 extended instrumental jams, but I was so into it at this point I failed to keep track. Seriously, the encore was as long as a traditional bluegrass combo’s entire set.

The weird thing about the show was this: I’m pretty sure some or all of the IS had smiles on their faces the whole time. Sure, when Jesse Cobb or Andy Hall were in the middle of a particularly blazing solo, they may have temporarily adopted a concentrative look, but mostly they were smiling. Right down to clowning around with a cardboard cutout of Roy Rogers I never was really sure if they had brought in as a mascot or if it was always part of the SFB stage props. When I thought about it, I realized I was probably smiling the whole time too. We all were smiling for some 3 hours straight.

A nice couple let us share their portable fire pit in the lot afterward. They were a little older, and their fifth wheel and camping gear implied they’d traveled to a lot of festivals. They’d seen the IS several times before, but were quick to point out that this time the whole band really seemed to be enjoying themselves. As Steve Martin once said, “you can't play a sad song on the banjo - it always comes out so cheerful.” I know I had certainly come out cheerful.

If you’ve seen the IS before, or listened to their formative shows, as I have, you know they’ve always had something extra special. But, as the lot couple observed, maybe they’re just now really hitting their stride. Or maybe this is just one of several plateaus in what will hopefully be a long and storied career.

Regardless, when they come to a venue near you, you must check out the Infamous Stringdusters. Bring your party hat and be ready to dance, clap, stomp, whistle, and sing. But mostly, be ready to smile.

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Check out The Infamous Stringdusters’ official site here.



And listen to the entire KBAC IS interview/performance here.



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Thursday, April 2, 2009

TIX 4 LUCINDA

This Saturday at noon, FanMan will release tickets for Lucinda Williams and The Flatlanders (Paolo Soleri, SF, NM, June 1, 2009). Call the Lensic 988-1234 or visit fanmanproductions.com

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Tuesday, March 10, 2009

BYRNE / INDIGO GALS ON SALE DATES

Just got news from FanMan Productions about 2 upcoming Lensic shows in Santa Fe:

INDIGO GIRLS 5/18 (M), tix on sale @ the Lensic this Monday, 3/16 10 a.m.

DAVID BYRNE 6/17 (W), tix on sale Monday, 3/23 10 a.m.

However, those of you who've previously signed up for FanMan's email list, check your email for super-secret pre-sale info (^_^)

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Stringdusters Studio 2 posted at KBAC.com

Listen to the Stringdusters warm up for their Santa Fe performance with about 40 minutes of live goodness:

http://www.kbac.com/sound_bytes/view/session/tnj_special_studio_2_infamous_stringdusters/62/

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

CONCERT REVIEW - Ani DiFranco 9/23/08

Ani DiFranco – 9/23/08 – Lensic Performing Arts Center, Santa Fe, NM
Concert Review by Chris Diestler, KBAC

I expected a great show from D.I.Y. diva Ani DiFranco, because her shows are always great. But this show happened to fall on her 38th birthday, and the word came backstage beforehand that the Lensic was sold out – packed to the brim with adoring fans.

“Red Letter Year,” her newest release, wouldn’t be in stores for yet another week, but I had managed to check it out the night before on her Righteous Babe Records website. Two years in the making, it’s as lovingly crafted and delightful to listen to as any in her nearly-twenty-year repertoire. There were several selections I was already dying to hear live, especially “The Atom.”

True to form, despite her confession to being a little “under the weather,” Ani did not disappoint the crowd. The birthday show ran the gamut, featuring a lively mixture of old and new songs. At one point she stumbled over the lyrics, admitting she may sometimes be a little too clever for her own good, but the crowd humbly prompted her and she was quickly back on track.

My highlights included 2001’s “Your Next Bold Move” (from “Revelling/Reckoning”), which she prefaced by informing us there were volunteers outside who apparently took it upon themselves to come out and register people to vote. She packed an extra emotional punch into lines like, “watching capitalism gun down democracy,” and “buying and selling off shares of air” just for the occasion.

The reworking of 1992’s “Coming Up” (from “Imperfectly”) came off as particularly timely, with her pockets empty except for “receipts, bus schedules, matchbook phone numbers, and urgent napkin poems,” wishing she “could cry more and care less,” and admonishing “whoever’s in charge up there” to “take the elevator down and put more than change in our cup or else we are coming up.”

And what would an Ani DiFranco show be without some of the best-written love songs on the planet? “Smiling Underneath” (from 2008’s “Red Letter Days”) oozed honest charm with lines like, “I don’t mind if the bills pile up / and the work is slow / I don’t mind the gas or the groceries or the grind / long as I’m with you / I’m having a good time.” When I first read those lyrics on her website I smiled, because it sounded exactly like something my wife, Kate, would say. As Ani sang them, Kate gave me a nudge and a smile.

“You Had Time,” though dating clear back to 1994’s “Out of Range,” still seemed fresh, as did all the dusty old numbers she played that night. A poignant song about coming home to your lover after performance tour but being too exhausted to have even a conversation, I wondered how true it might still be for her, or if she now sings it merely for nostalgia’s sake, or simply because it’s a great song.

Frankly, if Ani was sick, I never would’ve guessed. Her energy level seemed superhuman as usual. She segued effortlessly from love song to political commentary and back again, occasionally chatting with the audience about whatever was on her mind (nasal congestion; her new baby -- whom they apparently refer to as “Doot;” the upcoming presidential election; whether you can consider yourself a feminist and still dismiss the idea of voting for Sarah Palin), and sent me home with a smile on my face.

“Half-Assed” (from 2006’s “Reprieve”) and 2005’s “Manhole” (from “Knuckle Down”) also struck a chord with me, as did the new song “Present / Infant,” but as I said, my favorite from the new disc upon first listen was “The Atom,” and by God, did she give me “The Atom.” Her prefatory ramble informed us she had recently “found religion.” The audience seemed unsure how to respond. “Surely,” I thought, “she can’t expect the customary, collective “woo hoo?” Finally, she said over her shoulder to the band, “They think I’m kidding.” Someone bellowed something mostly unintelligible from the audience. Ani took a guess that they had asked that she “play something awesome.” After a few hearty chuckles, she said that she’d been holding back on the awesome for just the right moment, and proceeded to play “The Atom.” She sang about “the smallest unit of matter…uniting bird and rock and tree / and you and me,” and how “the glory of the atom / begs a reverent word” with such passion I did feel a tingle deep in my emotional being some might call religion. I don’t know if her great-great-uncle really worked on the atomic bomb, as she sings in the song, but her parents were scientists, and it’s certainly possible. Maybe it was that I knew we were so close to Los Alamos, but each verse overwhelmed me more than the one before it and I found myself wiping away tears by the time she got to the final verse, which drew a cheer from the entire crowd: “Someone fashion me a pulpit / I have been called to engage / with the maniacal heretics / of the nuclear age.”

“The Atom” is my new favorite Ani DiFranco song.

As usual, I had a handful of old favorites I was keen to hear that night – “Little Plastic Castle,” “Untouchable Face,” “Evolve,” “Not a Pretty Girl,” “Dilate,” “Angry Anymore,” “Freakshow,” “Educated Guess,” “’Tis of Thee,” “Blood in the Boardroom” – none of which were played (though my wife did manage to call for / receive Little Plastic Castles’ “Gravel,” as the first encore), but it was an amazing show nevertheless. Fresh. Thoughtful. Critical. Hopeful. Like always.

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