UPDATE: The Fantoberfest event has apparently been CANCELLED, which means that neither this giveaway nor this show will be taking place. We have no further details on the reason this has happened, but we sure are bummed out about it.
We're really excited about this one--longtime Minneapolis alternative rockers Soul Asylum, who had one of the biggest hits of the early 90s MTV Buzz Bin era with "Runaway Train," and released their tenth album, Delayed Reaction, earlier this year, will be playing in Richmond on Saturday, October 20th as the headliners of the second annual Fantoberfest, presented by The Republic Restaurant & Bar!
Jack White is a lot of things. He is a father. A musician. A businessman. He is mysterious and he is unique and if you ask the right person, he might be classified as the best guitar player this generation has ever come in contact with. But one thing Jack White is not known to be -- unless you know something I don’t -- is a liar.
“Jam Bands” are inherently un-hip these days. Perhaps the groups that comprise the genre have done it to themselves, with their seemingly endless guitar noodling music and patchouli-reeking, pot-smoking, hemp-wearing, dreadlock-flapping, hula hoop-spinning (I really could go on and on) fanbase. New York City’s Dopapod, however, is different. Very different.
Downbeat Switch has quite a history. Known to their fans as DbS, this Richmond-based rock group was initially conceived 80 miles outside the city limits in the tiny rural town of Mathews, VA back in 2002. Within the year, Meredith Brooks (Guitar/Vocals) and Wayne Todd (Bass) relocated to RVA for college, adding a drummer and a lead vocalist in Mike Register and Bryan Clark, respectively. They released their initial demo, entitled Funk Shui, three years later, following it shortly afterwards with Seconds. Their third release, Run From The Sun, dropped in ’09.
Long-running folk-rock duo The Indigo Girls should need no introduction. They are currently on tour in support of their 13th full-length album, Beauty Queen Sister, released last fall on their own label, IG Records. We spoke to Emily Saliers ahead of their upcoming show at Maymont Park on Thursday July 26th with the Shadowboxers.
Last July, on the recommendation of a good friend, I packed two of my favorite people, some food, a couple of blankets, and a tent into my boyfriend’s car and headed to a place I’d never heard of before. Gore, VA is the home of the beautiful, isolated Cove Campground, which is, in turn, home to the annual Nomadic Roots Music Festival.
If judged only by their name, one might be tempted to associate The Blue Angel Lounge with those poor souls stuck staring only into the prism of the past. Nothing could be further from the truth, as any of the fortunate souls who have deeply listened to – or heard live – the sounds of The Blue Angel Lounge will surely testify.
Richmond based DJ Pari is the host of the monthly Soulpower dance party at Balliceaux and co-host of Midnight Soulstice on WRIR 97.3 FM (every Friday from 11pm until 1am). Pari spins at clubs and festivals worldwide, and he has worked with Soul legends like James Brown, The Impressions, Marva Whitney, Bobby Byrd, Mandrill, Sharon Jones & the Dap-Kings, and many more. For this monthly column, he reviews five records from his collection - rare vinyl, common finds, new and old jams.
“People that can eat people are the luckiest people of all,” wrote our dearly departed pal Mr. Vonnegut in his late-period novel, Hocus-Pocus – though it’s important to note that Mr. Vonnegut died long before the formation of Yorba Linda, California’s Feeding People. Had he lived long enough to listen to Feeding People’s debut cassette, entitled Peace, Victory and The Devil (from the always appetizing Burger Records), certainly Vonnegut would have been singing a different tune.
The Miller Light was flowing, and the 'red-headed stranger' was just taking to the stage of the Snagajob Pavilion, historically known as Innsbrook After Hours. This reviewer had last seen Willie at the same venue in 2009. That performance had been fairly tiresome and lackluster, so expectations were lowered. But in a pleasant surprise, Mr. Nelson was apparently having an on-night, and was really present during each song, rather than blindly going through the motions.
It'd be easy to let the backstory overshadow the music with this release--after all, Father Yod was basically a cult leader, though with none of the more terrifying aspects people usually associate with cults in these post-Jonestown/post-Manson Family times. Instead of getting involved in mass poisoning, serial murder, or attempts at fomenting a race war, he based his life's work around health food. Born James Edward Baker in 1922, he was a decorated soldier in World War II, and brought his knowledge of jujitsu with him to postwar Hollywood, where he became a stuntman. He fell in with some beatniks who introduced him to the vegetarian lifestyle, as well as philosophy, religion, and yoga. By the late 60s, Father Yod's wide-ranging religious and philosophical studies had led him to the founding of a vegetarian health food restaurant on the Sunset Strip in LA, one of the first of its kind, which he called The Source. At the same time, in a large mansion in the Hollywood Hills, he founded a commune--mostly made up of young hippies who thought of him as their patriarch--called The Source Family.
The Camp Barefoot 6 Music and Art Festival will be held again at Camp Hidden Meadows, in Bartow, WV on Thursday, August 23 – Sunday, August 26, 2012. This weekend-long event features some of the top rated acts in independent music, including Keller Williams, Ivan Neville's Dumpstaphunk, Ghostland Observatory, Karl Denson's Tiny Universe, Zach Deputy, Archnemesis, plus the EQ Silent Disco Tent, the Camp Barefoot Bluegrass Jamboree, and lots more!
Finally, a band I had been seeking for many months arrived in my backyard. My numerous attempts to get to Cary Street Cafe to see these RVA legends in the making had routinely gone unfulfilled. But no worries. The Former Champions landed in Fredericksburg last Saturday night at the Otter House. To say the least, I was pretty darn excited.
We declare our top-three favorite living guitarists to be as follows:
Number Three: Angus Young
Number Two: Malcolm Young
Number One: Gregg Foreman
If that’s not our truth, it’s pretty damn close (with apologies to the unending list of guitar gods, new and old, who make this a difficult list due to their refusal to die). And it’s pretty damn close because lists are personal, singular and unique – in such a way that we really don’t mind having a personal, singular and unique guitarist at the top of ours.
“There’s a world where I can go and tell my secrets to,” sang a half-deaf Brian Wilson and his brothers from the beach on 1963’s classic, “In My Room.” The bedroom as a place of solace, myth-building and creation may be an underexplored concept in music, but it’s through no fault of Amen Dunes.
There is a distinct allure to Lucero that really set them apart from other acts of their kind. On their first couple of releases, the lyrical musings of Ben Nichols, which reveled in heartbreak and alcoholism, felt right at home in Richmond. When That Much Further West was released in 2003, everything changed. They went from a group with word of mouth buzz to the sort of group whose boisterous audiences would drink every drop of alcohol on the premises when they performed.
The Soulpower parties are all about rare Soul and Funk records that never became hits. “We focus on the lesser known, even obscure artists that never got their big break back in the day and are mostly forgotten today,” DJ Pari says. One of those artists is Washington D.C. native Sir Joe Quarterman – who enjoys the status of a legend in the scene of rare Funk collectors, but is little known in music mainstream.
In the attempt to read the plumes of smoke rising heavily from the LP Black Smoke Rising by The Orange Revival, one must be careful not to end up with his or her head in the clouds. Such is the intoxicating nature of the songs collected within – rock of frustration sent to the air with great elevation.
The shrimp quesadillas were almost ready. Cinco de Mayo celebration was in effect. However, a late breaking text tore me away, and sent me driving excitedly to The National. Papadosio was in town, ending their Awake Inside Tour where their started it, in Virginia. And I had a photo pass. I was not only getting to finally see Papadosio for the first time, but I was doing so through the experience of a photo pit. I quickly gathered my gear, some earplugs (that I didn't use), and some guacamole and pita chips for the road.
Somewhere amongst the cultural and cosmic detritus of the West, there exists a force known as Indian Jewelry. We believe this force – which some call a band, which some call a cult, which some say rests its collective head in Houston, TX – to be known to enlist the tools of amplification, electronics, passion, paranoia and drums, drums, drums, in an effort to dramatically demonstrate and radically remind us of something the very, very dead William “Free Gold!” Burroughs once said: “Rock music can be seen as one attempt to break out of this dead soulless universe and reassert the universe of magic.”
And we believe this force looks good doing it. We believe this force to have a compounding effect, their albums becoming more dynamic with each and every listen. We believe the band is nearly peerless with regard to the artistic process of today – we believe Indian Jewelry when they say, “In every practice space across the world, truly awful bands are rehearsing their shitty music, but that will NEVER be us; we don’t rehearse.”
We believe we [were] fortunate to see Indian Jewelry as part of the great collection of weirdos that gather[ed] to perform at Austin Psych Fest 2012, and we believe we are just as fortunate to present this interview with Indian Jewelry’s Tex Kerschen. Enjoy.