Hooks ‘N’ You: Wonderboy, “Napoleon Blown Apart”

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I can still remember the first time I became acquainted with the band known as Wonderboy. I was writing for Flash Magazine – the Hampton Roads entertainment publication formerly known as RockFlash – and I’d stopped by their offices to shoot the shit with the editor in chief, Bonn Garrett. When I walked into his office, he handed me a copy of the band’s third album, Napoleon Blown Apart, and said, “Here, this just looks like something you’d like.” The best description of his tone that I can offer is that it was both boisterous and mocking – in other words, he was having fun at my expense (our tastes in music didn’t exactly run parallel) and loving every minute of it – but I have to give the guy credit: though I would come to grow very tired of being teased by him, Bonn generally did know what I’d like, even he himself couldn’t stand it.

I’m still not entirely sure what it was about the cover of Napoleon Blown Apart that set him off and convinced him that this was outside of his musical comfort zone. Maybe he saw the piece of cake and perceived it as an advance warning that the contents would be sugary sweet…? Whatever the case, I was intrigued from the moment I checked out the credits and saw one particular name: Robbie Rist.

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If you’re a trivia buff, a TV geek, or a pop culture aficionado, then you may well recognize Mr. Rist’s name. His biggest claim to fame is arguably his role as the infamous Cousin Oliver during the final days of “The Brady Bunch,” but as someone who’d recently begun devouring the Not Lame Records catalog, I had also come to know him as a power pop musician of some note. I knew of Wonderboy because I’d read about their intriguingly-titled second album, Abbey Road to Ruin, but I still hadn’t actually heard anything by them yet. What luck! Here was my chance!

As you’ve no doubt guessed, since I’m taking the time to write a column about the album, I very much dug Napoleon Blown Apart. I would later come to discover that it didn’t really sound much like the previous two Wonderboy albums, as Robbie had decided to embrace the studio and knock out some awesome arrangements with more musical flourishes than ever before, pulling in some of his pals in the Los Angeles power pop community to assist. It’s a bouncy, catchy collection of tunes, but some of the lyrics tug at your heartstrings, like “Taken,” the track that really sold me on the record. And if there’s any Jellyfish fan who can make it through “Insecurity Girl” and not want to own Napoleon Blown Apart, I’d be very surprised, indeed.

I dropped Robbie a line through Facebook to see if he’d be up for chatting about the record, and since he and I have met before and are also on the Audities list together, he gladly acquiesced. Indeed, we talked for so long that I’m going to split this into two parts, so stay tuned for the non-Wonderboy parts of the discussion in next week’s column. For now, however, let’s focus solely on the wonders of Napoleon Blown Apart!

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Hooks ‘N’ You: Pleasure Thieves, “Simple Escape”

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Well, folks, it’s time to take another dip into the wonderful world of Albums I Discovered While I Was Working At A Record Store. If you’re a former record store employee (and I strongly suspect that more than a few of you are), then you’re probably in possession of quite a few records which you hold near and dear to your heart, even though the average person would give you a blank look if you mentioned the artist’s name. When you’re toiling in the music retail mines, you’re rarely doing it for money; instead, you’re doing it for the love of music and, invariably, the free in-store play CDs that find their way into the personal collections of the employees when the album in question has run its course…if not before.

The Pleasure Thieves’ Simple Escape is one of those albums for me. They were one of those poor, unfortunate artists who were signed to Hollywood Records in the early ’90s, in the midst of the Disney-owned label’s glory days as The Label Who Held The US Rights To The Early Queen Catalog. It might’ve seemed like a great place to be, since Hollywood was ensured an arseload of sales from the works of Messrs. Mercury, May, Deacon, and Taylor, but as you’ll soon read, it was a place where no-one really knew how to go about breaking new artists. As such, most of the artists signed to Hollywood ended up only sticking around for a short stay…whether they wanted to hang around or not. (One of these days, I’m going to write up another one of my favorite came-quick-and-didn’t-stay-long Hollywood Records artists: Ghost of an American Airman.)

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Granted, it’s not entirely a surprise that the Pleasure Thieves couldn’t find success with their sound in 1992. Lead singer Sinjin-William Dolan rather resembles Neil Diamond at times with his husky voice…check out the album-opening “Turn Me On” for proof…and the music’s very synth-heavy. Sadly, neither were attributes that would’ve led any band to success in the early ’90s, when you pretty much had to be flying the flannel to earn yourself rock radio airplay. They did manage to score a little bit of airplay with the album’s lead singer, “My Favorite Drug,” but it wasn’t enough to save them from Hollywood’s purge of virtually all of their artists with names that didn’t start with the letters “Q-U.” But, man, did I love that record, which was evidenced by the fact that more than a few of my mix tapes from the era feature the pop-tastic, horn-driven hook of “Wild Miracle.”

And, yet, for years, it seemed as though the band was a figure of my imagination. I did a posting over at ESDMusic.com in August 2006 where I bemoaned that “the group vanished so far into oblivion that they have no website, no MySpace page, nothing.” Thankfully, that’s changed a little bit since then – they now have both – but there hasn’t been much need to update the band’s site, so you’re probably better off sticking with their MySpace page, run by the band’s keyboard player, Matt Everitt.

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SXSW 2009 – The Recap

This was not only my first trip to SXSW, it was my first trip to Austin. I’ve been to Houston a couple of times, but the two cities could not be more different. Austin is known as a blue city in the middle of a red state, and is one of the great music towns in the world. Though I’ve obviously never been to Austin when SXSW wasn’t going on, the sheer number of venues indicates that the music goes on non-stop, even after the tourists have left town.

The festival itself is simply extraordinary. No one seems to know how the organizers do it. They’ve had 22 years now to practice their craft, but it’s still an astonishing accomplishment. There are something like 1,900 bands, hundreds of venues, panels, speeches, parties, the Flatstock Poster Show, the Texas Guitar and Record Show, and other special events to coordinate, and somehow it all looks seamless. I’m sure it’s not, but in my mind the mark of a great event is that you don’t see it working, it just does. At no time did I see any indication of the tremendous amount of work that goes into making this festival work. And don’t forget, though the largest by far, the music festival is only one of the three festivals, together with film, and interactive, that make up SXSW. One key factor is the hundreds of volunteers, who are polite, knowledgeable, and informative.

It’s exhausting. While the majority of the venues are on Sixth Avenue, or nearby, some important venues are not. Many are long walks, but not long enough to spring for a cab. So you end up doing an awful lot of hoofing. Plus, you ending up standing up in most of the venues. So you’re on your feet constantly. It’s like working retail. I think a person my age needs to train for this event like an athlete. Add to it that the days and nights are long and consecutive. You know how you feel after a late night of music and partying? Well try doing that for four consecutive days, and nights. One suggestion that I’d make to the organizers is that they consider some sort of shuttle to take people around to the various areas where the venues are. I don’t know if this is practical, but it’s worth thinking about. This year a shuttle bringing people downtown from their hotels on the city’s outskirts was instituted for the first time, and it seemed to work very well.

A little bit of bitching, having nothing to do with the festival itself. As I’ve mentioned before, AT&T’s internet access for smartphones was a joke. It was spotty at best, and often non-existent. How could they not be prepared?

I always pay attention to my fellow journalists at events. Maybe I just want to see how I should behave to look professional. If what I saw is any indication, I’d rather not. There they stand with their little notebooks, and THEY DON’T APPLAUD FOR THE ARTISTS. It’s as if they have to prove their objectivity by not showing any appreciation for what they’re seeing. This is music, not rocket science. If you can’t enjoy it, and be will to demonstrate your enjoyment, find another job. I have a notebook too, but I still make an effort to show my appreciation to the artists who are performing. It’s the least we can do. It’s not as if we paid to get in.

Photographers. I am the first to admit that I am not a professional photographer. I have a pretty good camera, a Nikon D60, but it’s nothing compared to what the real professionals have. But I was all Popdose had a SXSW this year, so if I didn’t take the photos, there wouldn’t be any. That required me to take up residence in the photo pit at Stubb’s for two nights for two of the biggest shows at the festival. The behavior of the “professionals” in that pit was deplorable. You’d think they were taking photos of Britney Spears going out to get a pack of cigarettes, or the Octomom the way they acted. I’m a big guy, but I was pushed more than once, and hit in the head with a swinging camera. It’s a rock an roll show, get over yourselves. If you can’t get your shot within the three songs alloted, without making it unpleasant for other people, find another business.

Minor quibbles all, but it wouldn’t be me if I didn’t whine a little. Overall it was a simply astonishing experience. Inspiring music by the Hold Steady, and the Uglysuit. Inspiring words from Quincy Jones, and Steve Van Zandt. Tex-Mex food that made me realize what I’ve been missing in N.J. all these years. Friendly people who were genuinely interested in being helpful. It was all part of the SXSW ‘09 experience for me.

Thanks Austin. See you next year.

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SXSW ‘09: Avett Brothers at Stubb’s

Here’s a video I shot of the Avett Brothers playing “Brooklyn, Take Me In” at Stubb’s in Austin, Texas. Their set was part of SXSW ‘09, and took place on Wednesday, March 18.

SXSW ‘09: Meat Puppets at Stubb’s

Here’s a video I shot of the legendary Arizona band the Meat Puppets when they played at Stubb’s, as part of SXSW, on March 20. The audio quality isn’t great, but it’s was the best I could get under the circumstances:

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SXSW ‘09: The Uglysuit at the Austin Convention Center

If you’ve ready my earlier posts, you know that the Uglysuit, from Oklahoma City, was my favorite surprise at SXSW this year, and, together with the Hold Steady, one of the two best bands I saw all week. Here’s a video I shot of the Uglysuit playing on the SESAC Day Stage in the Austin Convention Center on March 20.

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SXSW ‘09: Day Four

Les Paul lineupMy photos for SXSW Day Four are up on Picasa.

37,000 FEET OVER AMERICA — This 737 is headed east, about an hour from touchdown in Newark. I thought I’d take this opportunity to provide a recap of my activities on the fourth and final day of SXSW ’09.

I have to tell you that I more or less punted yesterday. Sore feet, an aching back, and the feeling that what I’d seen on Friday could not be topped, all led to my decision to kick back a little. That doesn’t mean that the day was without rewards. It’s simply impossible to attend SXSW without reaping some of the benefits just by walking around.

First I’d like to issue an apology to my friends in the wonderful Texas band Orange Is In. I was really looking forward to their afternoon gig yesterday, but a late start, and traffic on the way downtown caused me to miss their set. I hope that you’ll check them out though. I had the opportunity to see them play, and meet them, when they performed at The Saint in Asbury Park last year. They’re a really good band, and nice people as well.

My first stop was the Austin Convention Center for the Texas Guitar and Record Show. It was the most amazing collection of guitars that I’ve ever seen. Check out my photos to see what I mean. The one that stands out in my mind was a 1958 Gibson ES335 that was valued at $49,500, though there were a few others in that price range as well. The record part of the show was smaller, but there were some good finds, and prices were extremely reasonable.

Still at the Convention Center, I caught a 3:00 p.m. set by a band that was on my list. The Spinto Band, from Delaware, appeared on the SESAC Day Stage. Bands only get about twenty minutes in that venue, but I found the Spintos to be delightfully clever in terms of their songwriting, and their performance. Let’s put it this way … kazoo was a prominent interest in several of their songs, including one that featured dual kazoo. The Spinto Band has an album out on Park the Van Records. Check it out.

As luck would have, a wonderful panel called Woodstock: Untold Stories was starting nearby in the Convention Center just as the Spinto Band finished, so I headed over there. A stellar panel had been assembled for the occasion that included musicians who had played at Woodstock; Greg Rolie and Michael Shrieve of Santana, and Credence bassist Stu Cook. Noted producer and engineer Eddie Kramer (most famous for his work with Jimi Hendrix) who recorded and mixed the audio was on hand, as was the still-wacky leader of the Hog Farm, Wavy Gravy. Filmmaker Barbara Kopple (“Our Generation” a documentary about the three Woodstock Festivals, 1969, 1994, and 1999) took part. She’s working on a new film about the famous festival that will be on the History Channel in September. Michael Lang, producer of the original festival was there, still boyish with that mop of curly hair. In fact, as I write this, he’s sitting right across the aisle from me on the airplane. Michael’s book about the festival,the ultimate insider’s look,“The Road to Woodstock”, comes out on July 14. Oh, and how can I forget the great Jocko Marcellino from Sha Na Na?

The point of the panel was to promote the deluxe 40th anniversary dvd-blu ray edition of the great Michael Wadleigh film “Woodstock,” which will be released by Warner Home Video on June 9. The film includes a lot of concert footage that was not in the original film, and some of that footage was shown to us yesterday. I can tell you that it made me really excited about seeing all of the new material.

Continuing this back on terra firma …

By the time the Woodstock panel (and a nice after party with good free barbecue) was over, I was pretty much done. It was still late afternoon though, and the shuttles didn’t start running again until 10 p.m. So, although my heart, and feet, were not in it, I set my sites on the Bloodshot Records artist’s showcase at the Red Eyed Fly.

Bloodshot Records, out of Chicago, is one of the great indie labels, and perhaps the greatest when it comes to American roots music. They have a wonderful roster of artists, including Justin Townes Earle, who I mentioned in an earlier post. First up was a new Bloodshot artist, but a veteran performer, Exene Cervenka of the legendary L.A. punk band X. Her new sound is predominantly acoustic, but the songs echo the kind of stuff she was doing in X. Next came the Deadstring Brothers, who are your basic good time southern rock band, with sort of a Delaney and Bonnie vibe.

At this point, the shuttles were running again. I was done.

Look for my recap of the entire festival coming up in the next day or two.

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Song-Off Jr.: Madness

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“Six hours of sleep is enough for a man, seven for a woman, and eight for a fool. “  – King George III

Madness – “Madness”

Iron Maiden – “Can I Play With Madness”

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Who will surge out of the Psycho Sixteen and into the Crazy Eight?

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Last week, Tears for Fears buried R.E.M. as “Sowing the Seeds of Love” took home 55% of the votes.  Next week, we’ll spice things up a little with a three-way of songs about Doing it Again.

SXSW ‘09: Day Three Photos

Steve Van ZandtMy photos from the third day of SXSW, including Steve Van Zandt, the Uglysuit, and the Hold Steady, are now up at Picasa.

SXSW ‘09: Day Three (Amazing!)

Craig Finn of the Hold Steady I took a lot of photos yesterday, but there’s just no time to go through them and put them online. Look for them coming soon.

Since I rode home on the shuttle last night, exhausted but exhilarated, I’ve been trying to think of the appropriate way to describe the best day of music that I’ve ever seen. I suppose I should describe it as it unfolded.

If my count is correct, I saw eleven bands yesterday. Actually, that’s not quite accurate. I saw ten bands, and one band twice. Each one was wonderful, but I want to focus on two bands that are very special, one a young band out of Oklahoma City who are on their way to something big, and the other a now established band that is the hit of this festival.

The Uglysuit from Oklahoma City are a bunch of skinny, long-haired kids who are doing something amazing. They have a self-titled album out on Touch and Go Records, but of course Touch and Go touched and went a few months ago. Their music is best described as an amazing stew of influences that adds up to a totally unique sound. Their songs are long, filled with interesting changes that run the gamut from epic to nearly silent. I can’t tell you much about their lyrics because they are nearly indecipherable in the live setting, but clearly they are striking a chord with their fans, who were out in force for their set last night. They are also winning new fans at every show. As I heard on guy tell a band member after their set, “you’re my new favorite band.” Do yourself a favor, their album is still available on Amazon, and probably the other usual places. Get yourself a copy, and the next time they’re in your area, get out to see them. Someday you’ll want to say you did.

My music day began with The Uglysuit, who were so good that I went back to see them again last night, and I was glad that I did. But the night ended with a simply astonishing performance by the Hold Steady, who are in my mind the best band out there working today. And boy are they working. It seems like they’ve been doing about three shows a day around town every day this week. I saw the Hold Steady at the Stone Pony a couple of years ago, and I was blown away then. Last night they played in a much smaller club that was totally packed. Hopefully you’ve been in a club where a band is playing with so much intensity, and the fans are responding with so much ardor, that you feel like it’s all right on the edge of going out of control. That’s how it was at the Mohawk last night. Led by songwriter Craig Finn, who is the band’s brilliant songwriter, the band played the most powerful set of music that I’ve seen in some time. The fans were right there with them from the word go, singing along, moshing, hands in the air, even a bit of crowd surfing. Thrilling, simply thrilling.

There were other bands though, and as I said, every one of them was worth seeing. After I caught my first Uglysuit set of the day, I headed to Antone’s for Little Steven’s Underground Garage show. With Steven himself as the day’s mc, some of the genre’s best bands did the garage thing the way it should be done. The Cocktail Slippers, from Oslo of all places, are an all-female band that echoed the girl groups of the sixties, but with a powerful rock punch. They were followed by the Living Things from St. Louis, who had all the requisite punk attitude, and the talent to go with it. The top band in the genre these days is arguably the Chesterfield Kings, who have been doing it since the ’80s. It was easy to see why they’re the top dogs. Fantastic energy, precise playing, and again, that all-important attitude. The day closed with hometown heroes the Arc Angels, led by guitarist/vocalist Charlie Sexton. They are not, in truth, a garage band. They’re a rock/blues band in the tradition of Bad Company. No matter, they played a really good set, and the local crowd was happy to have them there.

From there I was off to Jo’s Coffee, in what is called the SoCo (South Congress) district. This was another show held in a parking lot next to the actual building. The event itself was called South by San Jose, featured several bands from California. The Mother Hips, from Chico, Ca., played a nice set that had echoes of Wilco, and Death Cab for Cutie. They were followed by former Jayhawks Mark Olson and Gary Louris who played a gentle set of fine folk-rock, highlighted by their wonderful harmony singing. It was the perfect set for listening as the sun went down over Austin. The headliner for the show was the Alejandro Escovedo Orchestra, 18 pieces strong. Though I am a fan of Alejandro’s, and I really want to see him in this orchestral setting in front of his hometown crowd, the lure of the Uglysuit was too much to resist, and I had to head back downtown to hear their set at the Flamingo. I did hear a few of Alejandro’s songs, and what I heard was wonderous.

After my second Uglysuit set of the day, which was longer and even more fascinating that the one I’d heard in the afternoon, I headed just down Sixth Avenue to catch the Felice Brothers at Habana. I’ve seen the band twice before, including an extraordinary set at Newport last summer, and they are quite possibly the most purely entertaining band you are likely to see. As usual, they were jumping all over the place, standing on anything in sight, and getting the crowd involved with their passionate music.

Then it was off to the Mohawk for that Hold Steady set that I told you about earlier. On my way there, I passed by Stubb’s, where Metallica was making a “surprise” appearance. The two huge semis parked out front seemed so out of character to the spirit of SXSW, but that’s just my feeling. I was much, much happier to be on my way to the Hold Steady show.

When it was over, I was thirsty, my feet were aching, and I was exhausted. None of that mattered though because I felt like I was walking on a cloud on the six block journey to catch my shuttle. Truly an amazing day of rock and roll that I will never forget. And there’s more to come today. One last day.