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Somer
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Issue 12
Summer
2007
Urban Folk, Issue 12 – the Summer issue
Well, Summer’s here, so, naturally, uh... Somer’s here. The winter doldrums, long gone, are replaced by a
damp, drenched sunshine that simply refuses to go away...It’s a good thing?
Herb Scher continues his outstanding run of covers, while Brook Pridemore continues his outstanding run of
getting into trouble out of town. Read all about Brook and Dan’s adventures in Canada – along with Dave
Cuomo’s adventures in Canada, as well as features on Brooklyn’s M. Lamar, Northern England’s Jenny
McCormick, New Jersey’s Dibson T. Hoffweiler, and AntiFolk’s Debe Dalton.
Our coverage of live events increases this issue and – hey! If there’s a show you think should be featured in the
zine on the scene, send a word out, a’ight? In fact, you know the drill: if you you’ve got a feature you’d like to
write, some reviews you think you can produce, photos or illustrations, just let us know. We’re hungry for you –
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Hot Town, Somer in the City
Emily Moment photos by Herb Scher
How many rock and roll musicians can say that the both Harvard and Yale). “The only reason I went there
Miss USA pageant had a direct impact on their life? I was to play Volleyball. When I got in I didn’t have any
know one that can. In 1975, he winner of the Miss USA concept of Ivy league top-tier schools, I was just ‘sports,
pageant, Summer Bartholomew, inspired a happy sports, sports’.”
mother-to-be to tuck away the beauty queen’s name Somer chose English as her Major since it was the
for future reference. Her husband, also fond of the name, only class in which she received a grade higher than a
modified the spelling in honor of the actress Elke “C.” It didn’t take long for her status at the elite Univer-
Sommers and thus, eventually, Somer Ann Bingham sity to take a nose dive. Junior year, she contracted
was born. Known today as just Somer, this petite but mononucleosis and, tired of traveling from bench to
powerful “electro-grunge” rocker with her sultry singing bench, quit the team. Somer fell into a deep depres-
voice and tough exterior is way more than meets the sion, and found herself in a self-destructive, borderline
eye. Blushing and giddy, she was teeming with girlish suicidal tear of drugs and alcohol that ultimately re-
excitement when she showed up to be interviewed. This sulted in her expulsion. Though this was also when
was quite a departure from the heartbroken, stormy, 28 she first picked up the guitar.
year-old I’ve seen at the Sidewalk for a year and never “College is just so weird. I feel like at that age we don’t
really known. For three hours she opened up about her deserve that much freedom. Having been at such a good
life’s highs and lows, her fears and her dreams and school and not being ready to accept the responsibil-
asked about just as many questions as she answered. ity, I blew that opportunity. It was a really tough time. I
She claimed she could talk about music for hours... so flew home and told my parents I was kicked out of
we did. school, I had a drug problem... and I was gay.” Though
Somer was raised in a tight-knit family with her younger she eventually ended up reapplying, convincing the
sister down in Orlando, Florida. “Yeah, Disney,” she school to let her back to finish her degree, those years
laughs, “I don’t like telling people that as if it de-legiti- of Somer’s life remained lonely and troubled.
mizes my coolness.” Somer wasn’t really into music Out of school with not much real direction in life, Somer
at a young age and didn’t actually pick up an instru- met Karen, her first girlfriend.
ment until college. Instead, the focus of her life growing
up was athletics. Both parents played in volleyball “It was the first time I was in love and my whole world
leagues, and Somer was quick to pick up the game, in was just about this girl. I was traveling at the time and
addition to basketball and softball. I just wanted to follow her around. I pictured the rest of
my life with her. But then she broke up with me and
In attendance at a religious preparatory school started dating this guy and I was just devastated. And
Somer became a Born-Again Christian. She remem- because up until that point I hadn’t been really serious
bers worrying about whether her family would be saved about music, I felt like I didn’t have anything, any mean-
because, though religious, their beliefs were not quite ing, any thing to live for, then that happened and some-
so radical as hers. But around the age of 16, when she thing snapped in me.” Ever since, music has been her
changed prep schools for a better Volleyball team, she life, ironically leaving her grateful for the influential cata-
ended up in an unexpected religious crisis. Not only pult of the grief. “As I naturally got over her I started
was she for the first time integrated into a community writing about different things. And it was tough for fans
of varied religions, but the notion began to crystalize and listeners then because all my songs were about
that Somer was gay. It became very clear that if the love and heartbreak, but then I really began to evolve
desires she had were sinful, then something was not artistically.”
right with her faith. Soon after, she developed a ten-
dency towards deep depression, suppressed her ho- After several years of traveling and writing, Somer fi-
mosexuality, and focused purely on her game. nally settled in Manhattan. She purchased a wealth of
sound mixing and recording equipment and began
Somer mentions casually on her myspace page how loosely playing in and around the city while doing office
she basically went to New Jersey to skip classes. Those accounting work to pay the bills. At the end of May
classes happened to be at Princeton University, this 2006 she finally worked up the moxy to try her luck
year rated the top college in the country (beating out at the Sidewalk Café.
Urban Folk #12 ~ 5
Urban Folk: Tonight is your year anniversary at the Side- tion with the audience. You have to look at them be-
walk. Do you remember your first night? cause you have nowhere else to look. It almost made
Somer: I was really intimidated because the Sidewalk me think that I should bring someone else on to play
was supposed to be the Mecca of all open mics. I stayed the guitar permanently. Although do you think it some-
the whole night and I was floored by the talent. how de-legitimizes the musicianship of it? As if when
you sing and play it makes you more authentic?
UF: What has being a Sidewalk “Sound Bitch” taught
you? UF: You’ve either got the passion or you don’t. If you
believe it makes you connect better with the audience,
SB: For starters it made me really appreciate Lach that’s what’s important. Better to take all the vulner-
because he makes it seem so easy. I see so much ability that you hole up in your guitar and send it out-
music now. And I’ve learned that everyone has a song. wards. Isn’t amazing how collaboration can really evolve
Everyone has that moment of perfect inspiration. That your own style?
hit or that thing that just taps right into the emotion, or
maybe it’s not even the whole song... it’s just that mo- SB: Yeah, Dan heard me play and I had just gotten out
ment. Everyone’s got that awesome phrasing or that of the cast so I could only sort of manage. And he
cool chord change. started doing this thing with my song in dropped D –
which I never do – it was a whole new version of the
UF: Are there any musicians that you know personally song that I never could’ve imagined.
that you look up to?
UF: Do you concentrate on there being a through-line
SB: Definitely the Fools... anyone who listens to the or a message in your music?
Fools gets them, and Daniel Bernstein (the artist for-
merly known as Dan Pinta), he’s poetic and sincere SB: I think my music is a little schizophrenic. It’s like:
and he’s got this crazy style of singing and his songs here’s my ballad, and here’s my Emo, my grungy, and
catch me somehow. He just hits it. my electronic stuff. I feel like I have four or five songs
that are the rock songs. And in a rock set I’ll incorpo-
rate some ballads but make them faster to match the
UF: Recently you broke your arm and you had to be in set. I would like to do an EP that was sort of like Nir-
a cast. vana Unplugged. You know, with just a cellist, a drum-
SB: Yeah, I was snowboarding on a romantic vacation mer and me in a room and make it dark and raw. For
with my girlfriend. That was really depressing to me. now I’m starting to play out with someone who does all
Especially because the band – meaning me and this the synths and the sounds and that’s kind of what I
sound guy – was just about to start playing rock shows, envision myself doing for the next chunk of my career
we’d been practicing and we just bought a drum kit and and see how far I can push that.
then I went and broke my hand. UF: How do you write?
UF: Did you make any artistic discoveries because you SB: I have all these thoughts bubbling over and I try to
were forced to have other people play for you? put them on the back burner. I kind of write piecemeal.
SB: Dan (Asselin) was actually a rock star, he played I take lyrics from other songs I’ve written and put them
three shows with me. I’d never just sung before. And I in songs I’m working on. Sometimes I take lyrics from
love it! It was incredible. I actually think though that other peoples songs... God, that sounds really bad.
technically I’m worse when I’m just singing. Maybe sing- UF: Everybody does that. Besides a specific line or
ing with the guitar makes me sing from my diaphragm phrasing can mean something very different for two
better or something but it’s a whole different connec- people. Meaning is so
relative.
SB: Yeah, I have no idea
what “Polly Got Away”
was about.
UF: Really?
SB: Yeah. I was listen-
ing to Nirvana Unplugged
constantly. And I was try-
ing to look at “Polly” from
her point of view. The
chords are very Nirvana-
esque and then the end
UF: If you weren’t playing music? UF: Well, OK. But theoretically speaking, where would
you be in 10 years and what would your journey have
SB: Oh, don’t ask me that. I really don’t know. For me been like?
it would be a worse experience than that first breakup.
Once you find something that you’re good at, it just SB: I would be doing music every day, traveling, hope-
fully on tour. I don’t think any true musician goes out
and says I want to be on MTV, but you want to reach
as large an audience as possible... which is why I love
Myspace... People might rag on it, but man, it’s a free
website, I’ve met friends through it, I can keep track of
musicians I love, and I really like it... unashamedly. I
have all these side projects, the acoustic stuff, and
weird concept albums and if I had the means to be able
to focus on that stuff I would be really happy and I don’t
think it’s too far fetched. But as far as moving forward
and being motivated I don’t know where to draw a line.
Maybe I need to save up for more studio space but if I
do that I’m gonna have to keep the day job and if I keep
the day job I’m gonna have less time for the music.
I don’t know what it is about hip-hop that appeals to ting that wordplay and that sense of humor run around
young singer-songwriter types. Maybe it’s the fact that in my brain.
it’s the closest thing to poetry that pop music has got
going. Whatever the reason, I have gone to tons of open Meanwhile, I was trying to work up a tune in something
mics and been inundated with white boys rapping while other than 4/4 time, since I had just read about how
playing acoustic guitars. “Jocko Homo” by Devo (you know, the “Are we not men?”
song) was in 7/8 time. I felt lame and musically unen-
Now, in the abstract, there’s nothing wrong with a singer- lightened for not writing anything in a weird time signa-
songwriter being inspired by hip-hop. For certain tunes ture. I started strumming chords in funky patterns, un-
I write for my group, Elastic No-No Band, I take a lot of til I finally settled on 6/8 time (okay, so it’s not at all
inspiration from ‘50s rock, and if someone tried to tell weird, but it’s not 4/4 either).
me that ‘50s rock had no relevance and I should stop
being inspired by it, I would tell them to fuck off and die I strummed, and I just started singing lyrics that
a painful death (I would say this most likely in my head sounded to me like they could be old-school, like “All
rather than out loud, but you see what I mean). There- you sucker MC’s be biting me, like I was a cheesebur-
fore, in the abstract, there’s nothing wrong with that. ger.” The rest of the writing process followed quickly
and banally, so I won’t mention it here.
In the real world, and not in the abstract, there is some-
thing wrong: most of these folks suck at hip-hop. And Some folks hear the finished “Run-DMC” and compare
the ones who do the acoustic hip-hop thing for irony’s it to Dynamite Hack’s slowed-down, folked-up cover of
sake score no cleverness points with me, because most “Boyz N The Hood” or that bluegrass version of “Gin
of them couldn’t make you laugh even if a funny person and Juice” by The Gourds.
told them a side-splittingly hilarious joke and then said, My response to that is, “Pffffff, no.”
“Repeat that.”
Of course, once I calm down and think rationally about
So why, after being annoyed by all these unfunny jok- it, sure, I can admit we’re all trying to get some giggles
ers, would I write an ironic acoustic song with hip-hop from the disparity between what’s being said and how
lyrics? it’s delivered. But those guys seem to be making fun of
Well, duh: to show the words – “See what happens when you take these
them how it’s done. ridiculous words and put them in a new context?” –
while I, of course, am celebrating the language’s unique-
Frankly, I find the ness, using it as a tool to create my low-key comedy.
kind of language
used in old-school I try to do what Run-DMC did. Their song “You Be Illin’”
hip-hop fascinating is hilarious, but not because the slang is silly – it’s fun
– secret codewords storytelling with a specific, flavorful voice. I try to use
like “wheels of that kind of voice in “Run-DMC.” I just sing instead of
steel,” “sucker rap, and I do it over acoustic guitar-based music, in-
MC’s,” “biting,” stead of a beat pattern or samples (although, I do ad-
“illing,” and “ill” (the mit that I think the song sounds in places like I bit
last two of which Leonard Cohen’s “So Long, Marianne,” but it was un-
can mean opposite conscious [yeah, right, isn’t that what George Harrison
things). This is stuff I used to hear on Beastie Boys said about “My Sweet Lord”{and where is he now}?]).
records that I now realize were picked up from Run- With “Run-DMC,” I call out all those terrible singer-
DMC. songwriters, because they are sucker MC’s. They may
At the time I wrote this song, I was listening to Run- not actually be biting me like I was a cheeseburger, but
DMC’s self-titled first album and Raising Hell a lot, let- after they hear this song, they might start trying.
es
Alloy Radio’s YouTube Launch
th Bar Matchless
...
Alloy Radio is an internet radio site featuring indepen-
dent New York musicians, founded by Jeff Schram.
Alloy has quickly become known for the quality of its Tom Hayes (Emily Rawlings)
music and innovative design. It has also been instru-
Next up was my favorite Irish gentleman, Tom Hayes.
mental in bringing people together from various local
Tom’s voice slid effortlessly through melismas rolled
scenes and communities.
over finger-picked guitar. He drew the audience into his
Alloy decided to embrace its visual side with the launch world, where ordinary, overlooked moments are trans-
of a new TV channel on YouTube. The first episode formed into achingly beautiful memories. The set con-
was filmed at Matchless. Matchless is rapidly becom- cluded with an a cappella piece that was handed down
ing a hot spot for live music in Brooklyn. The mid-size to him, a ghostly Irish folk song that seemed to strip
room is a great fit for both singer/songwriters and bands. away the distance between continents and generations.
It’s also a welcome alternative for the performer who is
Tom was followed by Here Lies Pa. With several
ready to ditch the dive bars with their crappy sound
months of continuous gigging under their belts, Here
and rude staff, but not quite up to packing Galapagos
Lies Pa has perfected their sound while maintaining a
or Warsaw.
rousing organic quality. The band made skillful use of
When I arrived at Matchless, the back room was al- dynamics while Paul Basile’s seasoned voice easily
ready bustling with activity. Two video cameras were shifted from a murmur to a growl. “Beverly Road” was
set up to capture live performances. Emily Rawlings, a particularly striking, with a driving bridge leading up to
local artist and photographer, was preparing to take a surprisingly understated conclusion.
pictures (some of which are included).
Finally, the night wrapped with a performance by Jeff
Leaning against the back wall, I watched Sami Akbari Schram. Jeff is one of those rare folks in the local scene
take the stage. Sami is diminutive, but don’t be fooled. that fills several roles including promoter, web designer,
She can belt out a note when she wants to, and her pod-jay… the list goes on. It can be difficult to main-
personality can only be described as “feisty.” Her hu- tain your identity as a musician, while so otherwise
morous banter between songs had the audience crack- occupied, but Jeff has achieved a healthy balance. His
ing up, yet she made the transition to a song about set showcased new material from his upcoming release,
heartbreak seem perfectly natural. Her smooth, jazz- Season of the White Crow. The new songs are far and
inflected vocals were flawless. away his best work, with relentless energy and irre-
sistibly singable hooks.
Check out Alloy TV on YouTube at youtube.com/
alloyradio. (Jessi Robertson)
alloyradio.com
jeffjeffjeff.com
samiakbari.com
myspace.com/tommyhayes
myspace.com/hereliespa
myspace.com/emilyrawlings
Jeff Schram and Sami Akbari (Emily Rawlings)
Liv s you mi
On June 8, 1936, the Carter Family went into the studio to record a song that
surveyed the hardships of our world and contrasted it with the joy of the sweet
ow
hereafter. “For fear the hearts of men are failing,” the song began, “For these are latter
h days we know.” 79 years and 13 days later, Annie Crane sang these exact same words as
thes the final song performed at Make Music New York’s show at Wagner’s Cove, a picturesque
.. . corner tucked away deep in the center of Central Park along the 72nd Street parallel. You won’t find
it on any map – I passed by it three times and asked several clueless park rangers before the popsicle
man directed me up Cherry Hill, from which I found the secret rustic path that led down to the shaded grove
that borders the park’s Lake. Standing at the water’s edge is a small wooden shelter, built in memory of a Mayor
Robert Wagner, from which the Cove gets its name.
Folksinger Annie Crane and AntiFolk singer Elizabeth Devlin were drawn to this spot when they each signed
up for Make Music New York, a startup program that organizes musicians to play free shows all around the city.
Pooling their time together, Crane and Devlin decided to fill out their allotted three-hour slot with Eric Wolfson
(myself), Rachael Benjamin, Soft Black, Frank Hoier, a fermata, Dan Costello, and other friends and
surprise guests from New York’s folk and AntiFolk scenes. What follows is one performer’s account of the show,
in estimated real time.
5:30 PM: Some people find their way through Central
Park to Wagner’s Cove for the show’s scheduled six
o’clock starting time; most people remain lost in the
endless tangle of the Morgan Chase company mara-
thon, happening at the same time.
6:34 PM: Dan Costello steals a Gatorade bottle from
the marathon table, but is disgusted that the lemon-
flavored “water drink” is not simply water.
6:46 PM: Enough people have now arrived for the show
to start, but rain starts instead. Everyone gathers the
blankets, instruments, and bags into the Cove’s small
wooden shelter. Bemused by the idea of a bunch of
musicians’ outside concert getting rained on, I dub the
show “Wagstock.” It sticks.
6:59 PM: Bets are placed for how long it will take for Dan Costello up a tree (Annie Crane)
the rain to let up; Annie Crane wins with eight minutes.
7:38 PM: During my set, one of the two random hipster
7:07 PM: Wagstock co-founders Annie Crane and Eliza- kids who followed us down to the Cove laughs at my
beth Devlin introduce the show and each sing a song esoteric “I talked to Grover Cleveland two non-consecu-
to start it up. Annie plays it straight, singing a lilting tive times” joke in “Talking Dead President Blues.” I
folk ballad called “Seneca Falls,” while Elizabeth calls decide he’s the smarter, although not necessarily the
up her sister Rachel to sing a song that uses the names cooler, of the hipsters.
of sea creatures in the place of regular nouns and verbs.
At first I could follow Elizabeth’s jokes, and then I lob- 7:51 PM: Rachael Benjamin opens with a protest song
ster. – about how her husband won’t let her get a dog.
7:23 PM: Dan Costello follows the Devlin sisters’ care- 8:01 PM: I search in vain for a vendor selling Gatorade
free lead and climbs onto the large diagonal tree trunk before deciding to grab two Gatorade bottles from the
at Wagner’s Cove and sings about a land where corpo- company marathon – one for myself and one for Frank
rations only want to hire a rich son of a snob and vice Hoier. I never ask Frank what he thinks of the liquid,
presidents ignore their duties to go on hunting expedi- but I don’t find it nearly as repulsive as Dan did. Al-
tions where they accidentally shoot people. In other though I would have preferred the “Frost” flavor, the “Free”
words, America. flavor is ultimately the best.
Dibs is so great. I know; I’m his ex-girlfriend. But it’s Dibs wore that pin-flared coat when I met him. It was a
cool, we’re friends. He may be the reason I am in New stormy night at a cheap Japanese diner. He was with
York right now – I’m not sure – but he is definitely the his college advisor who also happened to be my friend’s
reason I got thrown into this wild music scene. guitar teacher. My friend was Sharon, who I knew since
elementary school. It was March 2005 – spring break.
Last Spring, Dibs went to Germany to tour with the
I was visiting New York to investigate a small school I
bands Huggabroomstik and the Wowz. He left his black
was considering transferring to called Gallatin, part of
winter coat in my closet. The collar of this coat is flared
NYU. Dibs went to Gallatin, Sharon found out when
with one-inch pins. When he came back it was sum-
she said hello to her guitar teacher. I was introduced.
mer and he didn’t need his coat. Then Dibs got a new
girlfriend. When it got cold again I lent the coat to my Dibs had thick dark hair tied into a ponytail that he
friend Austin who is often under-dressed for the weather. would later cut and grow again and black plastic framed
Dibs doesn’t often ask for his things back. And though glasses that I would one day break in half. He’s cute,
I’ve offered him the jacket many times, Austin always Sharon said. I agreed.
seemed to be wearing it and otherwise cold. I’m cur-
rently in possession of Dibs’ nylon-stringed guitar, Dibs has a show tonight, his adviser told us. We’re
though he came over the other night and told me to really good, Dibs said. I was looking for something to
keep it. He just moved in with his girlfriend and be- do. Sharon wasn’t. She was tired. I went alone.
tween the two of them they have nearly ten guitars. I thought it
would be a good
way to meet
Gallatin stu-
dents. I was
wrong; Dibs
was the only
student there. It
was cold and
hail shot side-
ways so I had to
hold my um-
brella straight in
front of me like
a shield. I got to
the club on Sec-
ond Avenue, pre-
sented my fake
ID (I was 19),
paid five dollars,
and descended
into the cavern-
ous basement
of the club.
The Dream
Bitches, the
Urban Folk #12 ~ 18 band of Dibs’
then-girlfriend, were playing when I arrived. They re- power indie-rock band that only sings songs about ani-
minded me of the Moldy Peaches – a band I knew from mals in New York City and trades instruments and
a burned copy of their album my friend Aram once played genres in practically every song, Dibs shows off his
for me on a ride in his old pick-up truck to the Joshua shredding electric guitar playing, as well as his untrained
Tree desert – but with two girls. Later, I patted myself tight drumming, his booming low-vocals and scream-
on the back for the apt comparison since the Moldy ing high ones, and his funny and tender songwriting
Peaches were musically very relevant. about gay penguins and Crayola cows (Note: “Crayola
Cows” was co-written by Dashan Coram, former mem-
The Jeffrey Lewis Band played after Dream Bitches and ber of Urban Barnyard). With Huggabroomstik, Dibs’
Cheese on Bread played after that. Dibs played acous- psychedelic electric guitar playing provides musical
tic guitar in Cheese on Bread, a band that also reminded stability in the circus ensemble of noise, rock and roll,
me of the Moldy Peaches – musically and lyrically less power ballads, and childhood. Dibs is a solid member
crude, but just as hilarious and fun. It may have been of this three– to fifteen– piece degenerative and accel-
the best show I had ever gone to up until that time. The erating hectic underwear fashion group based around
music mixed all the genres I was interested in: folk, the songwriting talents of Dashan Coram and Neil Kelly.
punk, indie-rock, and blended them into something in-
tellectual, new, and what I considered to be very “New Though rarely at the forefront, Dibs is easily the most
York.” That show convinced me it was OK to move to sought-after guitar player in the Olive Juice Music com-
New York. There was something for me to do there and munity. In addition to the bands listed above, he is a
I could, in fact, make friends. member of Dan Fishback’s rock band The Faggots,
his own short-lived band Dibs with Machines, and a
After the show, Dibs and I kept in touch with a steady guest member at one time or another for almost every
flow of emails, which later increased to real mail when band in the community. He is a musical pillar is some
he sent me two of his solo records, an Urban Barnyard of the best groups around and his own songwriting has
CD called Nay, Whoa, Let’s Go! and a mix called The ‘I developed into charming, mature, brilliantly constructed
didn’t have a Cheese on Bread CD For you’ Mix Disc. and very weird indie-folk-grunge songs. His three solo
From the mix CD I particularly liked Huggabroomstik’s albums increasingly show his capabilities as songwriter,
“Extinction Event” and Urban Barnyard’s “The Whale musician, and self-recorder. He performances are not
Room Whale’s Big Vacation.” Both bands feature Dibs to be missed if only to see his long, hypnotizing fingers
on guitar. I think that Dibs played banjo on that particu- superlatively conquer the guitar, giving the prettiest
lar Urban Barnyard song, and “Extinction Event” may music to earnest and surreal songwriting.
have been recorded before Dibs even joined I moved to New York the August after the March that I
Huggabroomstik, but this still proves a good segue to met him in, learned his real name was not Dibs (Dibs,
discuss why Dibs is in so many awesome bands. 23, is the nickname of Dibson T. Hoffweiler, a pseud-
First of all, Dibs is a guitar virtuoso. He is also a killer onym for a true identity I will conceal), and months
drummer. He is also one of the nicest people around. later we began dating for many of the reasons listed
He is responsible, reliable, thoughtful, and a terrific lis- earlier. We broke up because of reasons not listed.
tener (no wonder I went out with him!). He is mentally Last April when he went on tour in Europe I met up with
very stable, at least outwardly, and he tries to make him in Berlin, a city that is divided like us now (Roman-
everybody feel OK (See his “It’s Ok” linocuts). He tically, I mean. I wouldn’t be writing this if we weren’t
seems nonjudgmental, but he really is, friends). That’s the trip I broke his glasses. He pulled
which is pretty awesome. Additionally, he my hair, so I punched him in the face.
is a computer nerd and an informal re-
cording engineer, which make him tech- The break-up happened like this: We went for a walk
nologically sought after. He is great at in the neighborhood of Friedrichstein. We told our
what he does and he does a lot. As a friend Hikool that we’d be back in 20 minutes. It
social being, he shies away from took longer. Sorry we’re late, we told Hikool, but
drama, which is a valuable quality in we were breaking up.
a drama-filled scene. He is the guy
you want around to play on your re- I told Dibs he should write a break up album about
cordings or to eat eggs without me and I would sing on every track. It never hap-
ketchup with at brunch (Note: Dibs pened.
hates ketchup). dibson.net
For Urban Barnyard, the four-piece
da On
questioned me while the sounds of struggling still came
in from the back room. I told her I was coming to stay
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North to
Vancouver I ap- “I’m going to need to call your friend and verify he’s
“Got a light?” she asked me in a rough nasally voice. “New York.” She nodded like she understood every-
She sounded pissed and hurried. thing. I took this to mean she was putting me up for the
night.
“Sure,” I said.
We found a tiny smoking section in the back no bigger
“Yeah, but I need a cigarette.” She said it like I should than a closet. It was crowded with five men and a chok-
have known. I rolled her one. She took it, looked it over ing cloud of smoke. I sat and watched mostly in si-
then looked at me quizzically. I lit it for her. We stood lence as the men talked about bluegrass and folk mu-
there smoking in silence for a minute. sicians I’d never heard of, sang some, and made corny
“I need a drink,” she finally said, taking out a crumpled jokes about life. Sometimes one of them would hit on
$20. “I have this money. Will this get us a drink?” the woman, to which she’d sing the alphabet and tell
them she didn’t play guitar, then look at me and nod as
“I think it might.” if I understood perfectly well. I liked to think I did. As
weariness finally got the better of me she caught my
“I’m not going to fornicate with you though. I don’t forni- glazed eyes and announced we were leaving. She nod-
cate. Got technology for that.” She said it seriously in ded curtly to the men, one of whom asked for her phone
her harsh way then laughed and flashed me a knowing number. She asked him what key it was in and took
smile. “Where are we going?” my arm as we left.
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Back at her apartment she poured us some wine and I woke up in the morning to the sound of coffee brewing
put on Leonard Cohen. “Now I would,” she paused for and my hostess offering me a mug and a towel for a
emphasis, “fornicate with Leonard Cohen.” She grinned much needed shower. I made us breakfast from her
and raised her eyebrows at me. I smiled too just for the refrigerator and we sat around the apartment smoking
pleasant ridiculousness of it all. She started dancing and talking. She was still a little off, but I was happy to
and I joined her for a slow dance. It was nice, the wine find her much more coherent by sunlight. Her apart-
was excellent, we could smoke in the apartment, the ment was scattered all over with books on feminism
music was good, and I had somewhere warm to sleep. and radical theory. She said she had been a women’s
I was content. We danced for a while until I admitted studies major and now spent all of her time reading.
my exhaustion. She pulled out a mattress for me then We discussed politics, life, music, love, and all the
went to her room looking back and smiling as she went. other usual topics that go well with cigarettes and cof-
I laid down in my clothes, not even taking off my boots fee. When I left she wrote down her address and phone
for fear of smelling up the apartment. I hadn’t taken number, saying I was welcome to stay as much as I
them off for days. needed while I was in town. We hugged warmly and I
kissed her on the cheek.
Five minutes later I heard her door open. She walked
up to the edge of the mattress. I feigned sleep, too I spent the next four days writing letters and reading in
tired and drunk for any more inane banter. Without blow- coffee shops hiding from the rain. The coffee in Vancouver
ing my cover I peeked at her. She was completely na- is amazing, so thick and strong it almost tastes like
ked with her hands on her hips looking at me. I can’t chocolate. I kept mostly to myself and contentedly slept
say I was entirely surprised. She spoke some gibber- in my car. On the last day I finally went for a walk around
ish, not even coherent sentences at this point. I laid the harbor, getting soaked from the rain and splashing
there with my eyes closed until she went back to her in puddles. I wrote my first song in six months singing
room. Five minutes later she came back out, still na- to myself out there, and marveled at how deserted a
ked. I was surprised to realize she didn’t look half bad. large city could feel. It was one of the more pleasant
She spoke some more gibberish, then clumsily fell to vacations I can remember. I didn’t see the woman again.
her knees on the mattress in front of me. Face down, I There was no apartment number on the address she’d
played dead, unsure of her intentions or if she was even scribbled down and my phone didn’t work in Canada. I
coherent enough to have any. She let herself fall right could probably have found my way back, but took it as
on top of me. I could feel her breasts on the small of a sign. With the experience sitting warmly in my stom-
my back, her bare thighs on my shoulders and I real- ach, reading and drinking good coffee was all the ad-
ized I wasn’t disgusted. Still I lay there motionless. venture I needed. I still have her address safely in a
What is the proper protocol in a situation like this, I box, though, partly as a souvenir, but partly too be-
wondered. I thought she didn’t fornicate, but this seemed cause I just might be back that way. It’s a good bet I’ll
a little direct. Maybe she thought I was Leonard Cohen. be just as badly in need of a shower and still lacking in
She was covering me like a blanket and I could feel her whatever rational logic might hold me back from an-
breathing in time with my own. The line between trying other lovely evening.
to hide as deep into the mattress as I could and snug-
gling comfortably under her became as indistinguish- An earlier version of this essay was printed in
able to me as the difference between what was obvi- In the Raw
ously wrong and what might be a pleasant adventure.
Whatever did or did not happen next I don’t think I should
say here. I remember when she first lay on the mat-
tress I was held back only by the last vestiges of nor-
mal and rational thought. She was over twice my age
and to all appearances, bat shit insane. But that kind
of thinking wasn’t what I left home on such a ridiculous
and haphazard tour for. I had run away chasing adven-
ture, to flirt with insanity, and come back having lived
out a good story to all its logical conclusions. Here I
was, literally flirting with insanity and finding myself at
the climax of a great story. 3,000 miles from home, at
the moment of truth, who was I to trade a beautiful
perfect ending for something as mundane as normal
and rational thought?
Urban Folk #12 ~ 28
“Don’t “One beer, officer, earlier in the night.”
Ca
The cop at the vehicle’s registration but only find an expired one. While
Guelph Police Service we continue looking, he actually says, “It’s all right,
walks from behind the
O counter and goes to look for
Brook’s license in the Blond Officer’s
you don’t actually need to keep looking for that.” We
go into detail about where we’re going, where we’re
staying, and what we’re doing.
locker. A sign on the wall lists the rea-
“Would you mind stepping out of the car please?”
sons a person may not be discriminated
against in Guelph. It’s called the Guelph Human Brook follows the direction, and when asked if he’ll take
Rights Code. The police in Guelph are not allowed to a breathalyzer, he agrees to. No worries, after all, he
discriminate against people due to Country of Origin. only had one beer at 10PM – FIVE HOURS AGO! Now,
That, and about twenty other factors including age, race, the breathalyzers in Guelph have letter ratings, and
and appearance, are written, on the wall, across the Brook blew an “A,” which means “Alert.” This implies
desk from the people who have misplaced Brook’s li- that Brook had SOMETHING to drink tonight. It means
cense. We can’t get back into the US without it. his blood alcohol level is somewhere between .05 and
.079, which is below the legal limit of .08. At .08, you’re
The Blond Officer is Dave Cauley, a 21-year-old looking
drunk driving. But if you blow a breathalyzer between
gentleman cop who trailed us from the bar, after our
.05 and .079, up comes the A. You’re not D for Drunk,
gig. We drove four blocks ‘til we missed a turn and
you’re A for Almost drunk (or Alert), and are at risk for
pulled into a driveway to turn around.
drunk driving. and being a men-
Brook tries to back up but a cop has
ace. You are a potential potential
stopped directly behind us, no light
danger. While they are adminis-
flashing, not even headlights. As its
tering the breathalyzer, the lights
unclear what is happening, Brook
start flashing. As if they need to
gets out to ask for directions. The
flash them as part of their train-
sirens never flashed, the flashing
ing. As if they realize they forgot
lights never spun.
to flash them earlier…
“What are you doing out of your car?”
The punishment for blowing an
“Sorry, officer. I need directions.” Alert? Your vehicle is towed and
“I don’t know how they do it where your license is suspended for
you’re from, but up here you stay in twelve hours. They don’t even let
the car when you get pulled over.” the sober girl in the back seat
Still, no lights. take the wheel (My partner Rachel, who did not hit a
joint behind the club, like I did…). No one can drive that
Brook gets back in, and the officer asks for license and
car. We’re supposed to stay with our pal Lucas in
registration. Brook had one pint at 10PM. It’s now 3AM,
Kitchener, about 20 kilometers away. We’re not gonna
we’ve just left a long night at Jimmy Jazz, a bar in
get there tonight. While we wait for the tow truck, I call
Guelph where we played our hearts out, not once, but
Chad, one of the other performers from Jimmy Jazz.
twice, playing early and late sets. We hung out with
He agrees to meet us at the club, and give us a place
Paul Macleod, who was in the 90’s Canadian pop band
to crash about two blocks from the venue.
The Skydiggers. He’s been playing Mondays at Jimmy
Jazz for years, but with newly cracked ribs, he doesn’t The truck arrives, we collect some belongings from the
play very long and needs a lot of opening bands, hence van, speak with the officer. What did we do wrong? We
our presence. We made about 100 Canadian dollars, if drive a Plymouth minivan, a popularly stolen vehicle.
you include CD sales and tip money. Not bad, consid- We are from out of state; we were leaving the down-
ering twenty-four hours before, this was supposed to town area. We don’t have a light that shines on our rear
be an off day with no income. bumper license plate (due to an electrical issue in the
van which also prevents the front passenger window
“Have you had anything to drink tonight?”
from rolling down). It’s like the guy is reading from a
Guelph, Ontario
Dan Costello
Urban Folk #12 ~ 29
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a
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textbook, a textbook that he probably got quizzed on a shirt. We’re in the air-conditioned waiting room when
in the last few days. He’s such a rookie. It pisses me I hear that Creaky Boards has lost two members.
off. I wanna hit him. I’m not that stupid. We have him Michael David called last night, and left voicemail. He
make an official list of all the equipment in the van. We never leaves messages, so I knew it was important. I
take our money and our laptop. We leave our guitars, call him back, having forgotten last night in the wake of
our keyboard, our PA equipment and our merchandise. our towed van, and now, waiting with nothing to do but
We also take the bottle of Jim Beam that we had chat with our new friend Chad about everything we do
stashed under the seat, for long afternoons of NOT in New York, Creaky Boards came up and I remember
DRIVING in strange towns. to call Mike. So that happened.
We watch them tow the vehicle and start back to Jimmy And we’re still waiting for them to find the license. Upon
Jazz. Chad and Aaron meet us and they roll a sympa- arriving at the station, the gentleman behind the desk
thy joint. We take some Tylenol PM, all still congested has the tow certificate, but no Brook license. “The of-
with a head cold that’s circled around the van at least ficer will be in at midnight.” We have a show in Toronto
twice already. Rachel and I go to sleep. Brook can’t at ten! I’m incensed. I say, “We’re traveling, we need
sleep and I completely understand. He gets shaken up the officer to be held accountable for this. I mean, it’s
easily, and this of course, is his record label’s van, and bad enough he trailed us from the bar….” Rachel and
he is feeling very burdened. It makes him sick. Brook snap my mouth shut with their stares and the
I sleep soundly until about 2PM. Chad has a radio show, desk officer says, “Stop, I don’t need to hear that.” And
and has apparently reported our towing woes, playing now, we’re still waiting for the license and they’ve called
some of our songs. His roommates make us a lovely blond rookie Cauley in from his nap to locate it. He’s
breakfast of eggs, potatoes, beans and veggie dump- just arrived; Brook intends to glower at him when he
lings. We walk past Cornerstone, a wonderful coffee finally gets some face time.
shop full of familiarish local punk anarchist kids eating And Brook is also plotting his victory dance, intending
spinach salads. We get mediocre coffee drinks, and to walk shirtless up to the van. Rachel is readying her
keep walking to the Guelph Police Station to pick up camera. Chad is waiting with us all this time, just to
the license and liberate the van. buy a copy of the Anticomp Folkilation, our 2-CD set
You know you’re in a small town when the guy claim- on Crafty Records. I’m blogging, and readying my blind-
ing his property at the police station desk isn’t wearing fold for Brook’s Victory Dance. Who knew that the Vel-
vet Clown Victory Tour would be such a ride?
O
and speak to Constable Collie, the arresting officer, when hind the wheel (since I
he comes in for his shift. He waved me off with a flick of have no license, I can no
Ca
his hand. longer drive). It wasn’t un-
At that moment, in my head, I became a Falling Down til we were at the border, be-
ing questioned by Customs as
na
Michael Douglas. I took out years of repressed anger
on this pig’s face. I was blood and sinew and relentless to why I had no license, that we
realized we’d anticipated the
da
violence, in my head.
wrong border, and were, in fact, sev-
Out loud, Dan said something about the Constable fol- eral hundred miles away from the
lowing us from the club to make his quota, and the border where Interpol was expecting us.
desk Constable, Rachel Devlin and myself simulta-
neously said, “Shut up.” The desk guy got Collie on the Customs, for me, was a fairly blasé or-
phone, telling him to come into work early to find my deal. Several questions about my life were
ID. Having finally realized we were foreign citizens be- answered for me:
ing held without legal ID, everyone started to move a Customs: “Did you ever live in Kalamazoo?”
little faster. Collie and the desk guy going back to the Me: “I went to college in Kalamazoo.”
same distant evidence rooms to check again and again,
to no avail. Three Customs: “What was your last address there?”
hours passed, and Me: “I don’t recall. It was a long time ago.”
we run later and Customs: “Was it 815 South Westnedge Avenue?”
later for the gig in
Me: “Yes.”
Toronto. Collie put
a call through Dan and Rachel’s questioning was even simpler:
INTERPOL to Customs: “Guys, what’s up with all the CDs in the
Sault Ste. Marie, trunk?”
letting them know Dan: “We’re on tour in the States. We didn’t play in
I’m on my way in Canada.”
the morning. The
Guelph police de- Customs: “Oh.”
partment agree to We were released across the border with no fanfare,
pay for my new ID no red tape, but I couldn’t help but think they were
when, and if, I got following us. Waiting for the right moment to spring the
home. trap and reel us back in. To what? I don’t even know.
The tow guy, still at Dan then treated us to breakfast near Frankenmuth,
work fifteen hours MI, the Christmas capital of the world, where a local
after he took our van, got us change and a receipt with working class guy assumed that Dan and Rachel were
a big smile on his face, as though we were paying his expecting a child. I can only think to myself that, while
rent. that weekend wasn’t scary enough to keep me from
going to Canada, it’ll probably be a long time before I
I remember little about the evening in Toronto except: drive a car up there.
1. We were on the wrong side of town to get the (photos by Herb Scher)
veggie dogs that were in abundance last time
we visited.
2. The proprietor made us some very good
samosas and gave me a few Mike’s Hard
Lemonades (I know, I know).
3. People were very respectful and gener-
ous with money and friendship. Except the
guy that got mad at Dan for saying “Canadia.”
We rolled out of Toronto very late in the night,
somewhere between 1am and 4am. The realm
of time that I, as a frequent road-tripper, have
come to refer to as “O’ Dark Thirty.” Rachel and
Drew Torres is an instrumental genius whose master- “Musicians often don’t keep their commitments and
ful acoustic guitar playing had captured my attention don’t show up when they’re supposed to... or maybe
on open mic night at the Creek and the Cave in Long not at all. I’ve been dealing with this situation as a man-
Island City. My first trip to Bar 169 was to see Drew, ager of clubs for a long time, and I’m pretty successful
scheduled for an 8:30 slot. I arrived half an hour early, at it.”
ready to hear him and anyone else who was perform- “But don’t you think that the resentment might eventu-
ing. Around 8:30, Drew was informed he wouldn’t be ally have a negative impact on business?”
going on stage for another hour. Not too long after that, I could see a faint smile beginning to appear on Mark’s
he was told it might be 10:30. It was close to midnight face. “No,” he said, “not really. There’s stuff going around
before Drew finally got on stage. on the internet all the time, and there have been a dozen
I’d planned to get my money’s worth by staying all or so articles saying boycott Bar 169 and how horrible
evening anyway, and I wasn’t disappointed with any of we are. As you can see, it has no effect on business.
the music I heard while there. But why did Drew get We’re doing just fine.”
bumped further and further back? Was it to sell more His smugness was beginning to irritate me, but I wanted
beer to Drew’s audience, assuming they’d all leave once to get as much information as I could. “Well, how do
his set was over? Did the management think maybe you decide who gets bumped and who doesn’t?”
Drew would perform better after having to wait so long?
“We just do a head count at the door to see which acts
Could anyone who’s heard Drew Torres perform imag-
are bringing in the most people, and we schedule them
ine how his playing could be improved? No, being dis-
accordingly.”
courteously delayed three and a half hours definitely
did not help the show. I wondered whether this was true, and later found out
Urban Folk #12 ~ 32
that Tom had brought in more people than at least one willing to take. The bottom line issue for performers is
of the acts that he’d been bumped behind. “You know,” that this kind of careless mishandling of artists is bad
I said, losing patience, “you could avoid most of the for business. Your friends won’t appreciate being kept
negative stuff if you simply told the musicians up front waiting for you to get on stage (whether they admit it or
how you operate and what to expect.” not), and their unpleasant experience then becomes
That got to him, and he snapped back: “I DID tell you associated with you. A lack of professionalism by man-
guys when you came in that you’d have to wait!” agement can damage your image and end up hurting
your business.
I don’t actually remember him saying anything like that,
and even if he had, it was beside the point. Telling them If, as a musician, you rely too heavily on the word of
after they’re already there is hardly being up front, but I the booking agent or the manager – without any further
wasn’t in the mood to discuss it further. I’d gotten all discussion or clarification – you might be setting your-
the information I was going to get from Mark – and way self up from the start to be bumped out of your time
more information than I wanted about him. slot. You can’t assume you’ll actually get on stage at,
or even close to, the promised time merely because
Bar 169 uses a booking agency to actively recruit mu- you’re assigned that slot.
sicians over the internet. This works well in finding
musicians who are looking to showcase their music My suggestion to musicians who are considering play-
and in putting together a great variety of talent. It pro- ing at Bar 169 is to make clear to the booker that you
vides the paying customer a good evening’s worth of take your commitments seriously and you expect the
entertainment. The problem begins with its practice of same. Make sure they understand that your audience
gross overbooking. Overbooking is only mildly dishon- will consider any excessive delay to the agreed-upon
est per se, but it’s important to understand that the time slot to be a discourtesy and a release from your
club overbooks on the theory that musicians are an commitment. Then tell your friends to say at the door
unreliable lot, not to be trusted to show up on time or that they are there to see you play at a certain time
sometimes, at all. According to the manager, his expe- and will want a refund if you aren’t allowed to appear at
rience has proven to him that he needs to protect him- that time. Arrive well before your scheduled time, and
self from no-shows and late-shows by keeping an ex- inform the manager you are showing good faith by do-
cess of musicians waiting in the wings. He then juggles ing so. Explain that you will consider any unreason-
the schedule once the musicians are at the club by able delay in the agreed-upon time to be a release from
bumping certain acts to later and later time slots as your commitment and that you have told your friends
the evening proceeds. to ask for a refund of the cover if you don’t appear on
schedule.
The manager of Bar 169 is coming at the whole enter-
prise from a position of distrust, augmented perhaps It’d be a lot more fun not to have to make such rigid,
by an adolescent desire to impose his personal prefer- legalistic stipulations. Bar 169 could avoid the neces-
ences at will, regardless of what commitments he or sity of doing so if they’d just be more up front with
his booking agency may have made. I consider his at- musicians about how they run their evening schedules
titude to be less than professional. By hiring a third – but that would imply a certain level of respect toward
party to do the booking, he at least partially evades those who come there to perform. Too bad the respect
accountability for whatever the agency may have told – is lacking. And in the final analysis, Bar 169 doesn’t
or not told – the musician. When you show up on time, really need a good review from me. What they DO need
ready to play, as agreed, he can then slip in an inno- are you – the musicians – for their success.
cent-sounding comment about the schedule running a
little behind and that there may be a delay. If he sees
you accept a small delay easily, he figures maybe you’ll
accept a longer delay and so on.
The United States of America is still a free country –
believe it or not – which means that the manager of a
private enterprise has every right to manage as he
pleases. Granted, a certain level of flexibility is advan-
tageous for all in running a successful evening at a
club like Bar 169. But by not being up front about his
intention to juggle the schedule, the manager is de-
manding that all the flexibility be on the part of the
musicians. The question here is not about the rights of
the management but about how much musicians are
Urban Folk #12 ~ 33
Costello’s Web
hits the road....
Dan Costello
Great songwriting outside New York City? No, wait, there IS! Imagine me, little Sidewalk Dan Costello, waltzing
around the US in a minivan with Brook Pridemore. There is good music happening in other places; there are
notable artists, who, if they stumbled into an AntiHoot, would feel right at home. Let's hope they come by soon
so they can score a gig.
derbox, a collective studio/performance space right on
Evan Greer the main strip. Pat The Bunny (formerly of Johnny Hobo
Evan is part of the Riot Folk collective, who are "Hell- and the Freight Trains) has been a central figure in this
bent on MAKING FOLK A THREAT AGAIN." He lives in scene. His brother, Michael Schneeweis, has this band
Boston and has wistful songs about changing the world. with punk vocals, pop drums and guitars, and classic
I usually hate that sort of "We will march" acoustic rock style bass lines. He's learned some things from
punk, but Evan's songs are honest and pretty damn Pat, whose new outwit the Wingnut Dishwasher's Union
singable (listen to "I Want Something") . He's doing features Brook Pridemore. But his melodies and struc-
great things in social action, including animal ture are more youthful, romantic, and clever. Highly rec-
liberation, and we played a vegan pizzashop ommended is "King Kong vs. The USA" on Plan-it-x
fundraiser for him and a couple kids ar- Records and myspace.com/
rested for height- ening michaeljordantouchdownpass.
awareness about in-
justice. Check Evan and Chris Yang
all the Riot Folk kids out,; There's something in the water of
these are people who are Guelph, Ontario, where one in
doing things, not just talking every 5,000 people is a
about it. riotfolk.org great songwriter. I think
it's above the provincial av-
Pyramid $keem erage, cuz more people in
I was only too drunk to see a Guelph turn into rookie cops, or
band one night of tour, in Port- cute coffeehouse matrons, than
land Maine. I played first at a great songwriters. Chris Yang is a
show in a bookstore that had soft-spoken fire breathing acous-
things like "Nancy and Ron tic punk. The people who watch him
Reagan's Home Videos" for a are amazed by his intricate guitar,
dollar and seven bands to per- changing meters, and lingering
form. After drinking too much chord extensions. His lyrics toe the line be-
Jim Beam and playing a pretty tween abstract and compellingly revealing. Buy his CD
lame set, I spent an hour talk- ing with my May All Yr Children Be Dragons, produced by fellow
brother, smoking a joint in the vestibule of the First Guelph superstar Richard LaViolette, at
Bank of Portland. Brook comes out after what he says www.burntoak.ca. .
was an hour, and said, "I can't believe you missed that!"
I checked out Pyramid's page the next day. I'm sorry I Ooh De Lally
missed the show. Everyone else that night was just It's not just my love for Disney's Robin Hood that draws
sorta okay (exception below), and this guy (real name me to this band. But they do have a great CD wrapped
Todd Kessler), with his high concept rap, tongue in cheek in construction paper and sewn together with the phrase
"as seen on TV" attitude, is fucking great. At the end of "Ooh Da Lally, Golly What a Day!" Maybe it's Frances'
the night, it wasn't just Brook, EVERYONE was talk- saw-playing and accordian skills. We saw lots of pretty
ing about this guy. And I was asleep in the corner. good bands with similar arrangements (tall bass player
myspace.com/pyramidskeem dude, quirky girl with fun instruments, endearing singer
with guitar) in people's living rooms. None of them had
Michael Jordan Touchdown Pass a song as worthy of attention as "As The River Flows."
Brattleboro, Vermont is home to some damn fine ched- myspace.com/oohdalally
dar cheese, good weed, organic bread, and The Tin-
Monkeyface
Urban Folk #12 ~ 34
We're in Pittsburgh, we have a 5 hour drive to Philadel- Mischief Brew and LavaSpace
phia and it's already 10PM. I'm ready to get in the When you're less than 100 miles away from home, the
minivan. But there's this one more performer, the last engine light's on, you're running low on canned goods,
of ten (myself included). It's night-time in a park, and money, deodorant and patience, it's great to meet a
by illuminated frisbee she reads her lyrics and plays truly good person. And Erik Peterson, also known as
solo bass guitar. Her name is Hillary. She seems like Mischief Brew, is a truly great person. That counts for
she was destined to live in a Art Loft, walk her Boston a lot, but doesn't by itself warrant mention in this col-
Terrier and join the Fourth Street Food Co-op before umn. Erik played the last set of the night at lavaspace
heading out to play packed Brooklyn parties. What's (go to lavazone.org to read about this well-run collec-
better, she has strong, sensitive, well-written songs like tive) while Rachel Devlin, Brook and I alternated smok-
"Dragonflies and Butterflies". Her voice can sound ing cigarettes and manning (womanning?) the merchan-
overdriven, and also really sweet. Fans of Misha and dise table. This song "Devil of a Time" came wafting
Deborah T. would enjoy this fantasy mash-up. Sorry for pleasantly through the air, and after a long three weeks
the VERY confusing URL: www.myspace.com/ of travelling, I finally felt like dancing again. Listen at
wwwmyspacecommonkeyface mischiefbrew.com.
((family records))
Jeff Jacobson
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Casey Shea - Alive & Welll (The Bootleg Series Vol. 3)
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