Posts Tagged ‘The Parson Red Heads’

Parlour to Parlour, Episode 7: The Happy Hollows

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After having said my goodbyes to Evan, Brette and Aaron from the Parson Red Heads, I took to the road to make my next appointment. I was due to meet the Happy Hollows, who I had first heard during the same month I was first introduced to the Parson Red Heads. Sarah Negahdari’s seemingly boundless well of energy meshed so well with the pulsating, borderline-hardcore rhythms of bassist Charlie Mahoney and drummer Chris Hernandez that I had to meet this band.

On the day we shot this interview, there was much excitement in the air. The Happy Hollows were not only preparing for an appearance at Austin’s South by Southwest festival, they had also been feverishly working on recording new songs for an EP to be released in the wake of their SXSW gigs. (more…)

Parlour to Parlour, Episode 6: The Parson Red Heads, Part Two

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On February 23, 2009, I awoke on Evan and Brette Marie Way’s couch in their living room. It was a sunny L.A. morning, one that would be filled with music geek-out sessions, fruity crepes, friendly house cats, and of course, a fine interview for this very series. In part two of our visit with the Parson Red Heads, Evan, Brette and guitarist Aaron Ballard give a tour of their blissfully communal dwelling, and in the process, solidify the personal exchange that made this one of the key “parlour to parlour” moments of the entire series.

My second day with the Parson Red Heads was considerably calmer than the first, and more in line with their regular vibe. After all, I was now in the home Evan and Brette Marie Way, waking up on their couch and getting ready for a delicious breakfast of sweet, fruity homemade crepes. (more…)

Parlour to Parlour, Episode 5: The Parson Red Heads, Part One

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To say that I was looking forward to taking Parlour to Parlour to L.A. would be the understatement of the year. Excitement was high for my visit to the city of angels, for I would be crashing with Evan and Brette Marie Way of the Parson Red Heads, one of the bands that had completely rejuvenated me last year. The couchsurfing aspect of the project began here.

Upon arriving in Los Angeles, I immediately drove over to what has become my favorite landing pad in L.A. – Tsunami Coffee House, on West Sunset Boulevard in the city’s Silver Lake district. It’s quiet, they serve yummy soy chai and desserts, the staff are friendly, and they have free wi-fi. What more could anyone want from a cafe? (more…)

Introducing… Parlour to Parlour

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A year ago, I was in the midst of an existential crisis. I was functioning fairly well in my day job capacity at UCSF, and pumping out reviews for West Coast Performer Magazine, Bullz-Eye.com, and – on occasion – Popdose as well. But to what end?

I knew there was far more to life than keeping an office running and giving the world my informed opinion on which album had the greatest guitar solo of 2008 (it was actually on the Vagabond Skies EP by Peter Gabriel protégé Joseph Arthur). I had been reading self-help books, meeting with counselors, talking my parents’ ears off, and asking questions of anyone I thought might be able to give me some insight into the question of how best to realign my priorities.

Then, on a particularly odd day when I decided to load up WCP’s MySpace page to serve as my housecleaning soundtrack, I heard a song by a band whose stock in trade was warm, friendly harmonies, a ‘60s folk-rock streak and good vibes. Lots of other bands have these qualities, but something about this one was different. It moved me in a way I couldn’t quite explain. I jumped up from my sweeping chores to see who it was, and then checked the band’s tour schedule. (more…)

L.A.’s Best-Kept Secret: The Parson Red Heads @ Kimo’s, San Francisco

Sam Fowles and Evan Way, the Parson Red HeadsWhile a large chunk of San Francisco’s concert-going population was crowding Golden Gate Park for that big ol’ Outside Lands festival, Saturday night, August 23, 2008, at Kimo’s was a mutual reputation-building affair for the well-informed handful of folks in attendance.

The under-new-management venue, Kimo’s, has a colorful history, rife with stories of shady characters, assaults, and other blemishes typical of the nearby Tenderloin neighborhood. Put it this way – it’s the neighborhood where transvestite hookers have shouting matches in the street, and crack cocaine can be bought out in the open just as easily as organic fruit at a farmer’s market (maybe even more easily). So something fishy is bound to spill over into adjacent neighborhoods every now and then.

For the night’s headliner, the L.A.-based group of family and friends known as the Parson Red Heads, it was an historic night – their first headlining gig in San Francisco. Granted, it was at Kimo’s, but all was well. The venue’s new management claims to be more artist-friendly. And in truth, there were no oddballs to be seen in the place (none that we could visibly identify, anyway). So out-of-towners like the Parsons were spared the wrath of San Francisco’s finest. And at the end of the show, a live personal announcement was made from the stage, thanking the band and informing the audience of upcoming shows. Ah, just like the olden days, when clubs cared. None of that “show’s over, now get out!” attitude from some unseen goon in a corner booth. Now, if Kimo’s can just get their web site working and add upcoming shows to their MySpace calendar, we can really say they’re getting somewhere.

They can also get their doorman to his post earlier. Had I arrived with a dishonest group of friends, they all could have weaseled in for free. But they’re not like that, so they just kept their bills in hand and made sure they were spotted by the doorman when he returned.

By this point, the Red Heads were sound checking. Even this was worth hearing, as drummer Brette Marie Way tested her vocal mikes with a charming, off-the-cuff rendition of TLC’s “Waterfalls.” After run-throughs of the band’s already classic yet still not released set opener “Time is Running Out” and a cover of Herman’s Hermits’ British invasion mega hit “Something Tells Me I’m Into Something Good,” the opening acts took care of their sound checks with little time in between. The night was running smoothly, and would continue that way to the end. Nobody even thought about bullshitting the audience with interminable waits between sets and sound checks. Anyone who missed their train home couldn’t blame Kimo’s or the bands. (more…)