Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Merge 25 - Saturday Photo Gallery

Here's a gallery of the Merge 25 Saturday outdoor shows.  Just a few little bands:  Vertical Scratchers, The Love Language, Ex Hex, Mikal Cronin, Bob Mould, Teenage Fanclub, Caribou, and Neutral Milk Hotel.

The sun shone brightly... 
 Laura Ballance (Superchnk, Merge co-founder) handed out earplugs...
 Margaret Cho MC'd...
And Vertical Scrathers kicked off the day.
You could tell it was gonna be a sweaty one.  

The Love Language followed...


Ms. Cho handed out party favors (set lists)...
 ... while inside, mad scientists worked (Wesley Wolfe making records)...
 ... and we all took refuge from the heat.
Back outside, Ex Hex cranked up the rawk...

... and Mikal Cronin prepared to roll.
Mikal Cronin from above...
Mary Timony (Ex Hex, Helium, Wild Flag) enjoying Cronin's set.
More heat refugees.
Then Bob Mould showed the kids how to really rock...
  
 Drummer Jon Wurster (Bob Mould band, Superchunk, The Mountain Goats) was really having fun...

... as was Margaret Cho, who sang "See a Little Light" with Mould!
All the musicians jockeyed for position backstage to watch Teenage Fanclub's set.
 And Caribou (almost) closed out the night as the sun hung low.
  The crowd and Ms. Cho enjoting Caribou...

Then, as the sun set, and the cameras were put away, Neutral Milk Hotel took the stage (and I snuck out my brand new Deluxe MS Paint 8-Bit camera)...
I couldn't help it.

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Merge 25 - Friday Photo Gallery

Last weekend's Merge 25, Merge Records' 25th anniversary party, was one whirlwind of great music.  "Friday day" and Friday night had some great shows.  I barely made the end of the Dinner Party Download taping at Nightlight, but was able to catch Teenage Fanclub play one song in probably the most intimate setting in which you'll ever see a band of that stature play.  Then I head over to OCSC to catch slightly younger band, St. Rich garage-out the back lot.  

The night at Cat's Cradle started with probably my favorite set of the entire festival, by Hospitality.  It seems I'm always most excited about the new bands I haven't seen live yet... restless musical soul, I guess.  But they were great.  Amber Papini's vocals are truly unique, and the songs are catchy as hell.  Wye Oak were another highlight (as always), and although I missed most of Destroyer's set (and all of David Kilgour's), what I did catch made me wish I had seen more... the horns were chaotic and hypnotic.  But hey, I was talking to Bob Mould, so you can forgive me. :)

More photos from Saturday's big show to come soon.

Teenage Fanclub...

 St. Rich...

Hospitality...






 Imperial Teen...



 Wye Oak...





 Destroyer...




Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Okay, So I Took One Photo of Neutral Milk Hotel

At last weekend's Merge 25 festival, celebrating the 25th anniversary of Merge Records, Neutral Milk Hotel closed the big concert on Saturday outside the legendary Cat's Cradle in Carrboro.   Many may know that it's a standing request of Jeff Mangum's and Neutral Milk Hotel's that their shows not be photographed or videotaped.  One can debate whether that's a cynical move with capitalist motives, an attempt at stemming the sometimes obscene reliance on technology that we've developed, or a heartfelt plea from an individual who grapples with legitimate anxiety issues.

But this is not the place for that debate.  This is my confessional.

I tried to respect those wishes.  I really did.  But about three songs in -- right about when Mangum began to strum the opening notes of King of Carrot Flowers Part 1 -- I just couldn't.  The lighting was just so... so... perfect.  Pale blue spotlights, dimmed at the band's request, illuminated Scott Spillane's beard like an inverted phoenix.  They cast a cobalt halo over Mangum, setting him aglow, making him seem almost angelic.  As if that wasn't enough temptation, the sunset began to paint the sky behind this scene with a turquoise hue that could only be described as surreal, a perfect natural complement to the artifice of the stage lights.

So I stole my way to the back bleachers.  And yes, I discreetly pulled the Nikon D3100 out of my backpack.  I removed the lens cap.  I checked my settings.  And then I snuck this one, quick, guilty homage.  I can't say that I regret it.  I won't.

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It's one of the best photos I've ever taken, if I do say so myself.
Also, below are a couple of close-ups cropped from the original (since I didn't want to risk more than one shot).

Julian Kostner and Jeff Mangum...

Scott Spillane and Jeremy Barnes...

Forgive me, Jeff.

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Meet the New School. Same as the Old School.

Within the span of four days in the past week, I attended what were -- on the surface -- two of the most diametrically opposite shows that could reasonably both be classified under the broad umbrella of “indie/punk”.  Saturday night had me crunched among sweaty bodies and sweatier walls at the Mattress Fort’s final show in Raleigh, while Wednesday evening, I was lounging among children and families in the idyllic setting of Duke Gardens for a Merge 25 concert.  The former featured Ok McQueen, Black Santa, FS, GHOSTT BLLONDE, and Naked Naps (billed as CuddleFest 2014).  The latter line-up included, only, Portastatic.  

The Mattress Fort is – was, *sniff!* – an abode in the NC State area (with apparently incredibly understanding neighbors) that periodically held house shows of the punky variety.  Members of some of the bands live/lived there, the vibe was right, the circles converged, and what you got was one of the best little venues in the Triangle.  GHOSTT BLLONDE and Naked Naps of course were regulars, as were the Lollipops, Wilmington’s Free Clinic, and a host other in and out-of-town bands.  The place was becoming a local institution.  It was beginning to pop up on touring websites, for crissakes.  Which probably means it’s as good a time as any for a house venue to call it quits.  I had never been, so this was my last shot.

Merge Records and Portastatic… well, we all know about the big Merge 25th anniversary festival and celebration going on this month.  Merge is a local institution of a somewhat larger scale, the envy of indie labels the world over, celebrating a quarter of a damned century this summer.  Portastatic started as Merge/Superchunk co-founder Mac McCaughan’s “other” band, but they’ve developed a formidable catalog of their own.  I had always wanted to but never seen them, so I made a point of making this show, their first full-band set in years.

Despite the obvious differences between these two shows, they had much in common.  First, the level of unabashed rock’n’roll excellence was off the charts.  Second, the mean age of each crowd was around 20.  Of course at Duke Gardens, that was made up of two distinct groups… clustering around ages 2 and 38.
  
But what these 2 shows really had in common was that they were each a celebration of the DIY ethic.  The Mattress Fort demonstrated that ethic in its most raw and elemental way:  just grab a guitar, start a band, open a venue, publish a zine.  MAKE a scene.  They did that.  Much as Merge and Superchunk did a quarter century ago, which is what we’re celebrating (many of us with our kids) this month.  

As far as the shows themselves, the Mattress Fort show was incredible.  I missed the first band, but the next -- Greensboro’s Black Santa -- blew me away.  They swerved between sort of a math-y feel and looser, poppier melodies.  Much fun.  So wow.  Then FS, from Greenville, NC, was a crowd favorite.  Also kinda mathematical, they kept it tighter, but delved into some open-ended explorations and instrumental tangents.  I was of course more familiar with the music of Raleigh’s GHOSTT BLLONDE and Naked Naps, though I had yet to see the latter play.  GHOSTT BLLONDE had the place exploding with their 50s-scented indie-pop, Marc Kuzio’s exuberance filling whatever gaps and crevices remained in the overcrowded room.  By the time Naked Naps played late in the night, their more melancholic, K-Records-style punk lent to the feel that the end was near.  Singer Catie Yerkes immediate, emotional vocals and their stripped down-yet-complex melodies made for an appropriate closer to this show, and this house.  I will have to see them play again (and again).  GHOSTT BLLONDE and Naked Naps are two of the very best young bands in a crowded Triangle scene, so it’s no wonder that the scene they created was special.  I hope the photos capture at least the feel of the place.  It seemed to get progressively darker with each show (I'll post more on Facebook later).

Black Santa...
 FS...
GHOSTT BLLONDE...
 Naked Naps...
Meanwhile, back at the Gardens, it was one of those shows where I never realized how much of the band’s music I knew, and enjoyed.  I nearly wore out my copy of their second album, Slow Notes from a Sinking Ship, and went in wanting them to play as much from it as possible.  But I had forgotten that I somehow accumulated nearly the entire formidable catalogue mentioned above over the years (just never put it all on my iPod!).  They drew widely from all of it, including several which made me remember how good of a straight-up ROCK band they were: “Drill Me”, “San Andreas”, “A Cunning Latch”.  When they’d play some of the more sedate stuff, the kids in the audience (like, 5-yr-old kids) would yell “MORE ROCK GUITAR!”  But I’m glad they played the relatively quiet, and beautiful, “"Oh, Come Down" from Summer of the Shark.  It was one I was hoping for.  Near the end, as if to please the “kids”, they paid homage to Tommy Ramone (the last surviving Ramone who just passed away) by covering “Rockaway Beach” (which they just learned that morning; see video below).  

Portastatic...
I guess this piece is about looking back, and looking forward.  A look back at the success and contributions of Merge, which has arguably lit a fire under a generation of musicians, with reverberations that will be felt for generations to come (and has, despite the pressures, remarkably held onto and championed the DIY ethic).  But moving forward, and in a sense no less important, is what those behind the Mattress Fort have accomplished.  They’ve stoked the coals and kept the fire burning for kids to come.

Someone asked me at the Fort if I thought this could happen again, if someone else would start up a good “unofficial” music venue.  Of course they will.  They always do.  It may not look and feel the same, and would be hard-pressed to capture what they did.  But there will always be somewhere else, someone else to pick up the torch.  It’s irrepressible.  Thanks to what they’ve done at the Mattress Fort, and what other DIY clubs and venues have done, and what the zines and record stores have done and are doing, and what Merge did 25 years ago.

Perhaps in 2039, a certain Dr. McCaughan (Professor Emeritus of Music Studies, Duke University) will be heading a panel on music publishing at Merge 50.  Marc and Catie will be heading the next great Triangle indie imprint, Brent Road Records.  And little Lucy or Timmy – you know, the one dancing up front at the Gardens yesterday – will be lining their walls with mattresses and asking their friends to keep the doors closed so the neighbors don’t complain.

Keep an eye on the facebook page later for more photos and video from both shows.  But for now, here's that vid of Portastatic doing the Ramones...

Sunday, June 15, 2014

Ocracoke Anthology - A Summer NC Mixtape

Here's a little summery mix of NC-based music I put together for my own personal listening pleasure on an upcoming weekend out on the OBX. But thanks to the wonders of modern technology, you can enjoy it too! Don't be fooled by the start of the first cut (from Trevor Old Brown courtesy Wilmington's MixGrotto collective). It begins rather slowly, but soon builds to a reverb-laden, Walker Brothers-style, blue-eyed smoulder of soul. Which, to me, is very beachy. We also have the obvious summeriness (is that a word? no? tough) of coastal natives Free Clinic (Wilmington) and Zack Mexico (Kill Devil Hills) as anchors, two bands that simply need to be included on such a comp. Twice each. These bands bracket the poppy punkiness of Naked Naps and See Gulls near the beginning and end. The soaring indie edges of Wichita Falls, Love Language, North Elementary, and Lilac Shadows transition in and out of a middle which features a detour into the more electronic: T0W3RS, Wild Fur, Future Islands, and Slyvan Esso.

It's amazing to me that all this great music came out of this state. I hope it all works together. Anyway, it's all beachy to me... mainly 'cuz it's what I'm going to be spending breezy nights on an island harborfront listening to in a few days. If you like any of these tunes, please go to the respective band pages, and do your part to support local/regional music by buying them. Instead of just sponging free tunes via Spotify or my low-tech version, ya big... uh... sponge? BTW, I still count Future Islands as local by virtue of their Greenville roots. Go Pirates, Arrgghhhh! And I think Brown has settled in my own NOLA (go Jean Lafitte, Arrgghhhh!). Now I gotta go say hi to Blackbeard's ghost.
 

Friday, June 6, 2014

Wichita Falls - ...and the Dark Vibrations (etc)

I’ve been trying to get up to speed on Chapel Hill’s Wichita Falls lately.  I already had a couple of EPs released last year (…and the Bad Blood, …and the Tiny Strings), but hadn’t listened to them much until recently, or seen them play.  Then they released …and the Dark Vibrations a few weeks ago.  Maybe it’s the titles, maybe the timing, but I view them as a sort of package release (though I think there was even another one in between, prolific is this band, apparently).  But little gems like Illiteracy and All My Dreams from the two EPs began to pop up as my iPod shuffled through its paces, and I started to think that maybe I really need to check these guys out.

“These guys” are primarily Will Clinton, with a revolving cast sometimes including members of Some Army, North Elementary, and Rogue Band of Youth (a band who’s recent LP Clinton engineered).  Those bands give you a hint of Wichita Falls’ general habitat… they haunt those badlands between indie rock and Americana.  But this band also has a garage-y and warped-Beatles feel to it, a poppiness that perhaps makes them step-brothers with locals like GHOSTTE BLLONDE or Lollipops (RIP L).  That sound makes a nice contrast with a sometimes very darkly humorous edge.  In short, they wander those badlands with a certain je ne sais what the fuck

The first two songs set the tone, musically and lyrically, for Dark VibrationsStraight Down kicks off with a heavy/slow organ wafting over the pragmatic message of “some find flowers, some find a storm / it’s really just a matter of what your eyes are looking for.”  Then the freewheeling Lose It crashes in, simultaneously expressing resignation and defiance, pledging “I’m gonna lose it one more time before I let you save me.”  Besides the lyrical and melodic hooks, the driving rhythm and crunching and sliding guitars make this song a real pop gem. 

The bulk of the rest of the album isn’t as upbeat, but is no less compelling.  The hard-driving It Was Me is simply – always -- stuck in my head.  I don’t know why; it’s not my typical fare.  It’s somewhat southern rock-y.  It’s heavy.  It’s repetitive.  But there’s something thunderous and epic about it.  The irregular, intentionally mis-timed, vocal crescendos at the end of every line just set you on edge (in a good way).  Then that’s followed by the last upbeat pop-rocker of the LP, the optimistic-sounding Out for Love.  It’s a sweet little ditty with twinkling rhythm guitar and a main guitar hook that almost sounds like a sax (in that 70s Gerry Rafferty way), due to some creative mixing.  Well, as sweet as a song can be that opens with Take some time, bury her in a snowy town / live your life out for love.  Take some time, bury her in a snowy town / love your life on the run.”  Dreams Out Different continues with a 70’s pop-jazzy feel.  It’s the kind of song you can sink into on the back porch on a summer’s night. 

The production here has what I always like:  a deceptively simple surface with lots going on under it, barely audible echoes and layers.  Clever, sardonic lyrics abound:  “No consequence as a rule / you know consequence,”  “What I want to know’s what I’m doing here / in a nursing home waiting all alone / from what I thought I’d known / last thing I remember I was only twenty-something years old!”  Okay, those are both from the EP …and the Bad Blood.  But I like them, and like I said, package deal.

The LP winds down into mellower, more country-rock-ish terrain…  how can you not with song titles like Blood on the Dirt?  When Friends and Family starts, I try to suppress what seems to be a deeply buried inner-Deadhead that might be living inside of me (under years of indie/punk/post-everything).   I might be fighting a losing battle.  I don’t know, I’ve always liked twangy.  But like, “X-twangy”, “Dumptruck-twangy”.   Really, Wichita Falls has a bit of those and other country-influenced punk bands in their DNA.  But also a hefty dose of indie and pop.

Wichita Falls seems to be playing around a bit more often lately, so go see ‘em when you get a chance.  The new LP is …and the Dark Vibrations.  But the earlier stuff is pretty darned good too, and you can get it all here.  Below are a few photos of them at the Cave and at OC7 in downtown Raleigh (opening for Atlanta Rhythm Section!)...