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FEATURING: John Houx, Mike Baglivi, Paleface, Fredo Flintstone unveiled, the Winter AntiFolk Festival and much more!
Urban Folk: 15 issues young
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help... yada yada... we’re only able to continue with contributions from the community... yada yada yada...”
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content about the acoustic community, and, just as important, we need operation expenses. Without either
material or funding, Urban Folk will get shut-down, and all the little Urban Folk orphans will be back on the
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LIKE THE INNARDS OF A STOMACH, HEREIN ARE THE GUTS OF THIS ISSUE
COVER 1
TABLE OF CONTENT REALLY? W E HAVE TO GO THROUGH THIS AGAIN? 2
FINDING JOHN HOUX BRIAN SPEAKER SPEAKS TO HOUX. W HO? YOU GET THE IDEA… 4
SUBWAY STORIES JOE CROW RYAN ON THE TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS OF THE CHRISTMAS SEASON. 7
MIKE BAGLIVI BEN GODWIN ON MIKE BAGLIVI. GENIUS, MADMAN OR BOTH? FIND OUT … 8
EXEGESIS J.J. HAYES ON BAGLIVI'S "FRANK SINATRA & NUCLEAR W AR." GENIUS, MADMAN OR BOTH...? 10
JUST ABOUT TO BURN BUTCH ROSS TALKS TO PALEFACE AND MO ON THE ROAD FROM OBSCURITY. 13
GET IN THE MINIVAN BROOK PRIDEMORE LIKES BANDS. W HY? THE ANSWER'S ON THE PAGE... 16
AFF! THE W INTER ANTIFOLK FESTIVAL 2008 SCHEDULE, BROUGHT TO YOU BY HARDY BEARS. 18
SOPHIST FOLK J.J. H AYES TALKS ABOUT SOMETHING OR OTHER. F ROGS… SCORPIONS? W HATEVER… 24
SOCIAL NETWORKING JESSI ROBERTSON TELLS US HOW TO GET IT DONE. 26
FREDO'S RANT FREDO FLINTSTONÉ UNMASKS. THE UNVEILING OF THE HALF-CENTURY! 28
DEREK JAMES B.J. BARRATT WRITES ABOUT DEREK JAMES, HIS ALBUM, HIS LABEL AND HIS VIDEO. 30
RECORD REVIEWS YOU'D THINK THIS WOULD BE SELF-EXPLANATORY, WOULDN'T YOU? 32
Urban Folk: There was a song you opened your set the road. The worst that could happen would be like...
with when I ran sound for your first show that I haven’t I died. At least I died trying.
heard you play since. You sang it a cappella and you UF: Trying...?
stomped your foot to hold the rhythm.
JH: To live day-to-day and not have obligations to any-
John Houx: Yeah, that song doesn’t really have a name, one. Do it on my own, not have to rely or owe. I guess
it was the first one I sang at the AntiHoot. My guitar you can never really do that fully...
was really out of tune that night, so I decided to play it
UF: What led you to New York City?
without the guitar and stomp it.
JH: I took a train straight to Chicago. I knew I wanted to
come to New York but got off the train in Chicago and
Through very personal lyrics and colorful imagery, John asked people what part of town to check out and play
Houx tells you exactly who he is through his music. in. I made some haphazard connections playing in a
He “was born in 1984” though he’ll deny it to the end. cafe where I would meet someone who would take me
He’s a “hole digger’s son”, who hasn’t seen his family to another place to play, where I would meet some girls
in close to a year, and his “...home is nowhere (he’s) who would let me stay for free. I also went to Nashville,
ever been”. His friend, avid music fan, and supporter, North Carolina and Virginia.
Bernard King describes John as “one of the best new
UF: How did people respond to you?
songwriters on the scene.”
JH: Not always so positive. Pretty interesting being on
Dan Costello offers, “John Houx blows my mind. He’s
the outskirts of Nashville and getting snubbed by people
honest, earnest and barefoot.”
while asking for directions. Though, also in Nashville, I
John Houx (pronounced oo like noon) was born in North- asked a couple of girls for a cigarette and ended up
ern California, information he presents in “1984,” one of staying in their dorm room for 2 weeks.
his many fine autobiographical songs. Spending some
time on the west coast, he wound up in Portland, Or-
egon working in copper plate printing. He hesitates for (He breaks out into a wry smile. John has a very charm-
a moment, “I’m really unsure what for. Though I learned ing sensibility. He’s both genuine and sincere and I
something from it. It took me deep into William Blake. can only imagine young ladies, smitten with his unas-
His poetry and imagery.” suming swagger, wanting to reach out and help him.)
UF: What made you leave Portland? JH: Setting out was completely liberating. I learned to
reach out to people. Fly or fall; sink or swim. Either
John Houx: There was no reason for me to stay. I was
you learn how to do it or you get left on the highway.
hardly ever playing music and that was something I
Chicago, Nashville, all those places were a warm-up to
had always wanted to do. It was in my head, like some-
coming to NYC.
body was telling me to get up, pack a suitcase and hit
Imagine my chagrin!
I am standing here playing the Martin 12-
string
Entrusted to me by Ray Virta
And some officer – young enough, by the
way, to date my daughter –
Is making me stop mid-phrase, mid-song,
Mid-near virtuotistic chordal accompani-
ment;
When nine people show up anywhere, popping out of a songs they would release as singles, where to tour,
conversion van like clowns out of a Volkswagen Beetle, etc. Every little bit of minutiae put up to a four-
it's a spectacle. Every single time. That's the first thing member democracy. Being a folksinger cuts out a
I learned while on tour with Endless Mike and the Beagle lot of the little details-only one guy (or girl) has to
Club, an excellent band and a great group of people get time off work to travel, and only one person
from Johnstown, PA. The second thing I learned was, stands to gain (or lose) from any decision made.
good luck getting to take charge of the stereo. The 2. Cost-Effeciency: I can tour in a car – or a bus. I
third thing is that traveling with a gang of eight like- have had almost no problem getting through cus-
minded people around you, while cumbersome and of- toms going in and out of foreign countries (even
ten overwhelming, has its advantages. doing it without an ID the last time). Try doing any
I heard recently that Bob Dylan once said something of that with a drumkit, amps and a bunch of
like, "Most guys want to start bands so they can walk cramped, sweaty dudes.
down the street together, like they're a gang. Fuck that, But I wish that I was in a band. Touring (or at least
I wanna walk down the street by myself." And I can't performing) alone has its shares of pitfalls as well. The
help but feel like that, most of the time. Being a folksinger first is often mind-numbing loneliness: when the show's
has a lot of unsung advantages. a bust, or there's some stupid van drama, there's no-
1. Totalitarian decision-making: I've heard stories body there to bitch to. Even when things are going great,
and read rock biographies about bands making de- there's little to no point in celebrating with the same
cisions based on vote. The most nightmarish case two guys you've been celebrating/bitching with night
I've heard of is the Ramones, who went through after night.
extreme infighting throughout their career over what
N
Tuesday, February 19
7:30-Kenny Cambre, 8-Andrew Duncan, 8:30-Ben Krieger, 9-Kelsey Bennett, 9:30-Dan Costello,
10-Art Sorority For Girls, 11-Carl Creighton.
Wednesday, February 20
7:30-M.Lamar, 8-Peter Dizozza, 8:30-Frank Hoier, 9-Dibs, 9:30-Elizabeth Devlin, 10-Casey Holford,
11- AntiFolk Reads Bernard King.
Thursday, February 21
7:30-The Elastic No-No Band, 8-Joe Crow Ryan, 8:30-Brendan Kerwin, 9-John Houx, 9:30-Ben Godwin,
10-Soft Black, 11-Phoebe Kreutz, 12-Level II.
Friday, February 22
7:30-Herb Scher and The Key-Lime Pie Revue, 8-Preston Spurlock, 8:30-Bendik, 9-Erin Regan,
10-Mike Baglivi, 11-Creaky Boards, 12-The Telethons.
A F
Saturday, February 23
7:30-Scary Mansion, 8-Charles Latham (Philly AntiFolk), 8:30-The Fools,
9-Brook Pridemore and The Valley Cubs, 10-Lach, 11-Don McCloskey, 12-The Humans.
Sunday, February 24
7:30-Masheengun Kelly, 8-Eric Lippe, 8:30-Liv Carrow, 9-Nan Turner, 9:30-Yoko Kikuchi,
10-Major Matt Mason USA, 11-Ivan Sandomire.
Monday, February 25
7:30-The Antihoot with Lach. Sign-up 7:30.
Tuesday, February 26
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7:30-Scott Alexander, 8-Pablo Das, 8:30-Bryan McPherson (Boston AntiFolk), 9-Matt Singer,
10-Goodtimes Goodtimes (London AntiFolk), 11-Michael Wagner.
Wednesday, February 27
7:30-Brian Speaker, 8-Brownbird Rudy Relic, 8:30-Isto, 9-Poez, 9:30-Debe Dalton,
10-Eric Wolfson and The War Cabinet, 11-Jason Trachtenburg and The National Distractions.
Thursday, February 28
7:30-Emily Price, 8-Peter Nevins, 8:30-Somer, 9-Josh Fox, 9:30-Alisha Westerman, 10-Darwin Deez,
11-The Sprinkle Genies, 12-A Brief View of The Hudson.
Friday, February 29
7:30-Nate Awesome, 8-Jeffrey Marsh and Rick Sorkin, 8:30-Pearl and The Beard, 9-Dan Fishback,
10-Daniel Bernstein and The Happy Zealots, 11-Ching Chong Song.
Saturday, February 23
Scary Mansion ~ Leah Hayes, with Michael Leviton
and others. We remember her sad songs accompa-
nied by thunder stick, but Scary Mansion’s been out
about town for a while and we’re anxious to hear what
they’ve been up to.
Charles Latham ~ King of Chapel Hill AntiFolk trans-
planted to Philly. Allegedly, he’s the heir to the K-Y
jelly fortune who blew his inheritance on an under-
ground bunker full of instruments, recording equipment,
and liquor. The latest in a long line of artists who have
come to the scene after a fall from grace.
The Fools ~ Two women, guitar and
bass, songs that are like the calm
after the storm, and somehow they Sunday, February 24
make sense of things. Masheengun Kelly ~ The charming alter ego of Neil
Brook Pridemore and the Valley Kelly of Huggabroomstik. We may not see him in a fur
Cubs ~ He tours the country six cape or playing leads behind his back at this show, but
months out of the year like it’s his there’s no telling what else might happen.
lifeblood, and his most recent album Eric Lippe ~ The roving photographer who for many
is Sings Greatest AntiFolk Hits! He years captured Regina Spektor and others on the scene
doesn’t drink, but sounds great when you do. in moody black and white. Most recently he performed
Lach ~ The Godfather of the scene. Who knows where in the Rachel Trachtenburg Morning Show and demon-
you’d be if it weren’t for him? J.J. Hayes writes, “Lach’s strated how to peel a banana. His discs are rare and
music has the same sensibility that allowed the Clash he doesn’t perform his quiet songs often.
to rescue punk rock from its own narcissism.” You can Liv Carrow ~ Originally with Griffin and the True Be-
pre-order his new album, and “Former President Bush” lievers, she trucked her belongings from Philadelphia
and “The Hillary Clinton Song” are also available. to Brooklyn to record an album of songs about fortune-
Don McCloskey ~ An unholy cross between Kid Rock, tellers, hermits, and putting eggs in a single basket.
the Kinks, and Robin Williams. People will drink and Nan Turner ~ When she sings, she may also drum,
have a good time, and it will be loud. and watch out if she’s been drinking Sparks. She re-
The Humans ~ Twin brothers who create a big strange cently appeared as Mary in “An AntiFolk Christmas,” a
wall of sound. For a while they shortened their name to short film by Dan Fishback.
The Hum, but they’re fully human again. AntiFolk alumni, Yoko Kikuchi ~ She’s one half of the band Dream
they hail from Staten Island where, on every street cor- Bitches, wields a guitar like a weapon, and sings nos-
ner, their stickers can be found. talgic songs with keen edges.
Urban Folk XV ~ page 21
Michael Wagner ~ Plays
the ukulele like Thurston
Moore plays guitar:
frequently.
Wednesday, February 27
Brian Speaker ~ Beauti-
fully crafted songs and
blues, and he just finished
his first West Coast tour.
After working sound, you
might find him relaxing with
Debe Dalton and Darcie at
the bar.
Major Matt Mason USA ~ A long-time presence on Brownbird Rudy Relic ~ He sings
the scene, he runs Olive Juice Music and produces the what he calls the “holler blues,” has greased-up hair
albums of Toby Goodshank and many others. His plate and Buddy Holly glasses, and writes songs of despair
is always full and his new album is called Senile Pie and heartbreak. Sylvia Plath is one of his heroes, and
Strive Pip Melancholy. he sings like demons are on his tail. Or trail. Whatever.
Ivan Sandomire ~ His band is Ivan and the Terribles, Isto ~ Like Zappa as a Smothers Brother. Frank Sinatra
and he fills the room with memories we can almost and SUN RA are top friends on his music page, and
share. He’s been described as Radiohead meets good there’s a song where he sings “Banana, banana, ba-
music. imdb.com/name/nm1465871/ nana” to the Pope. His performance has been called
mind-twisting. He is loud.
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me, that’s who. But, as everyone where to take the old boy any-
knows, the best place to start is at more. I was thinking of having
the beginning, and so I shall. Wilma catch Fredo at his horn
Fredo came into being as a joke. dogging, turn the tables on him
Not a joke on anyone on the and start her own column, but
AntiFolk scene, not even really a time constraints due to work,
joke at all, more of a wager (I’ll family and love have left me with
leave it go at that because if I were little time, if any, to write this col-
to go further with it my true iden- umn any longer, and so I think it
tity would be immediately revealed best I say adieu and put Fredo
and it is way too early in this piece to bed. Also, due to some heavy
for that revelation). When people editing of my writing (fuck you,
try to outdo one another, odd Jon Berger) I don’t really have as
things are bound to occur and much fun as I used to when writ-
hence, Fredo came into being. ing, and as we all know, if you
Rather, I became Fredo, that ain’t having fun, it’s time to go.
naughty boy. To be honest, I never I have to tell you though, it’s been
really thought of Fredo as being a very difficult decision whether
naughty. I always tried to portray or not to tell you all just who
Fredo on MySpace as a gentleman; Fredo really is. My biggest fear
a shy type of man, who, while he is that people would be hurt by
did at times not hide his love for my coming out, but please, don’t
the ladies, he always remembered be. It was never my intent for any-
his place as the beloved – if henpecked – one to be hurt by Fredo or his
husband to Wilma. I did however, allow you kind folk to words. And you all have to admit, we had a great time.
take Fredo wherever you saw fit. If anyone wrote a com- Fredo became one of the biggest mysteries on the
ment to Fredo, I’d go with it. Many of you, perhaps, AntiFolk scene. He certainly gave people something to
thought Fredo’s words were carefully planned and cal- talk about and laugh over. Fredo made people happy.
culated, but alas, no. I made up everything as it popped That was the greatest gift I got out of being Fredo. I got
into my head, most times not understanding anything to make people happy and there ain’t nothing better
being emailed or posted to Fredo. I admit it, I can be than to see your friends – strangers even – laugh and
very slow at times, but it sure made for some huge smile over something you’ve said or done.
belly laughs on my part when I found out the real mean- That’s another reason I’ve decided to let Fredo out of
ing behind things said to Fredo and how my replies the closet. All that I’ve said, all I’ve done, and I never
had nothing whatsoever to do with the thread of the got credit for any of it; that part sucked. The worst was
conversation. On the other hand, we all know how men the night of the Fredo Super Showcase. One of the
never listen, so Fredo always came off as giving a typi- best nights the Sidewalk Café had all year and I had to
cal male response. I must admit, I did try to think and sit silently and not get any credit when I wanted to
write as any lusty man would, given the circumstances shout out my involvement. No one has any idea just
Fredo was thrust into by your comments. But all good how hard it was for me to discuss Fredo, hear how you
things must come to an end and so it must go with thought Fredo was him, or her, knowing all the time,
Fredo. not being able to say a word. Tough times: some of the
Why would a perfectly respectable Long Island lady want to become a cartoon character and cyberstalk
AntiFolk musicians? Jeannie doesn’t want to talk about it. And it probably doesn’t matter what the inspi-
ration was to transform herself into a 60s fictional icon to support the community. It’s yet another example
of the transformative nature of art, of music, and of creativity in general.
On her webpage, Jeannie writes about how she doesn’t give a rat’s ass about anyone but herself, but her
secret identity as Fredo Flintstoné puts the
lie to that claim. Clearly, her appreciation of
artists in this acoustic community is such
that this lifelong listener has become a par-
ticipant in the arts, creating a certain amount
of it herself. “Everyone gets on stage all the
time,” she says, “and I wanted to play, too.
“I wanted to be a part of it, but I don’t sing. I
do write, though.”
Any number of witnesses can attest to any
number of conversations about the mystery
of Fredo Flintstoné for the last year plus. The
turnout for the Fredo Flintstoné Super Show-
case is a testament to both Jeannie’s invest-
ment in the community and the community’s
investment in Fredo. The public wanted to
know who its secret admirer was, wanted to
know who cared enough to write, but hide un-
der a veil of innovative anonymity.
Now we know. Jeannie’s outed herself. It’s a shame, but it’s about time.
Ben Krieger
Class Dismissed
When Ben Krieger found out I would be the one review-
ing his new CD for Urban Folk, he said to me, “You’ve
gotta listen to it at least five times before you write about
it.”
At first I was
ture of straight folk music with careening horns, saws skeptical,
and organs – mostly instruments that the players in- because that
volved had no experience with. Brian Wilson’s forty just frankly
years late Smile builds orchestral beauty out of layers sounded like
upon layers of vocals and toy instruments – there’s homework;
barely an electric guitar on the whole song cycle. but, over the
And Ching Chong Song? The Brooklyn duo comprised course of a
of Julie LaMendola on saw and ukulele and Dan Gower couple of
on piano – both sing – have released Little Naked Gay months, I’ve
Adventure, without a doubt the most quietly psyche- given the
delic disc I’ve heard this year. What is the element disc multiple spins, and yeah, after around the fifth time
that gives these songs a Glass Onion feeling? The through, it seemed to click. This could be because
semi-planned, semi-improvised “obstructions” that are maybe one’s critical faculties are worn down by famil-
a staple of their live show? LaMendola’s saw, which iarity with the material, but it could also be
provides astral and often jarring commentary over because Krieger has created a power-pop concept
Gower’s often showtuney piano? Or is it that the songs album (about school) with a sonic landscape that is so
often seem like stapled-together fragments from jour- layered, slick, and, well... bombastic, it can be a little
nals and old philosophy books? too much to absorb on first listen.
It’s certainly a combination of these factors - and much On top of that, the album has stylistic ADHD, as though
more. From the opener “Ghost Clock” – which illumi- it were a sugared-up schoolkid. Musically, the influ-
nates the perils of merely fulfilling the status quo – to ences fly fast, from Robert Pollard to Brian Wilson to
the abrupt, matter-of-fact conclusion of “Cigarettes,” Prince. But, considering the album’s thematic continu-
Ching Chong Song seem hell-bent on telling a story. The ity and its tendency toward rock operatics, Pete
story doesn’t seem to have an immediate beginning, Townshend provides the largest strain of musical DNA,
end or moral, but is certainly compelling. “Roreesa,” not least during Tommy-ish songs like “Community
with its gypsy-band accordion and repetitive chant of Service,” in which the young hero is forced into com-
“What the fuck are you talking about?” stands out, as munity service after swinging a puppy by its ears.
does the “Wouldn’t It Be Nice” update “Who You Sleep Fortunately, Krieger plays it fast and loose with his con-
With.” cept, including songs unrelated to school, such as the
The central theme of Little Naked Gay Adventure be- Robyn Hitchcock-y love song, ”Window Garden” and
comes apparent on “Olde Man,” LaMendola’s lament the bizarre ode, “Faye’s Falafel,” which could almost
on her place in the world – being a girl who isn’t pretty, pass for a radio commercial for the title establishment.
smart, clean or rich enough to make anybody notice Those side trips are so successful that you sort of wish
her. LaMendola’s narrator finds redemption in the that he had abandoned the school thing more often.
song’s refrain, “Don’t believe in the sun / Make your “Local 50 Community School Board” is a great example
own light / stand in the light / Don’t believe in the light / of a song that would have benefited. Say you wanted
Make yourself laugh / and turn around.” Ultimately, to do a song that sounded like that purple purveyor of
Ching Chong Song’s allure lies in their fearlessness. A sexy, Prince. OK. But wouldn’t it be hilarious if the
band that isn’t afraid to make their own noise – no mat- lyrics revolved around the unsexiest thing you could
ter how unconventional that noise may be – should have think of, like... a school board meeting? The song turns
no problem attracting an audience, even if their songs out to be a pitch-perfect musical pastiche offset by a
Urban Folk XV ~ page 34
terribly dull set of lyrics that don’t even derive humor the vein of Joe’s
from the incongruity (“First up is the budget / Got a Garage or The
surplus / Anybody wanna give us your thoughts?/ I Wall. Those al-
say we spend it on text books, paper and chalk.”) bums sometimes
That said, for all of its idiosyncratic touches, Class play like poorly
Dismissed proves to be a solid showcase of written short sto-
Krieger’s smart and catchy songwriting and aggres- ries buried within
sively poppy production style. Despite its thousands epic and often
of musical Frankenstein parts, the album congeals mind-blowing mu-
successfully into a fully realized album, worthy of five sic. No, My 3 Ad-
listens at least. (reviewed by Justin Remer) dictions is a con-
benkrieger.com cept album in the
vein of The Louvin
Brother’s Satan is
Elastic No-No Band Real or Ben Folds Five’s The Unauthorized Biography
My 3 Addictions of Reinhold Messner – albums of songs that are bound
together by a common lyrical theme accompanied by
When you think about the unlikeliness of a group like
well-made but less bombastic music. My 3 Addictions
Elastic No-No Band – a semi-novelty, semi-supergroup
isn’t a timeless exercise in ego-flexing, but rather a
spearheaded by a guy who wrote songs in his off-hours
very good collection of songs centered around perti-
from a grunt-work job at Troma Team Video – a fully-
nent subjects in the songwriter’s life (as of right now).
realized, sparkly clean sounding CONCEPT ALBUM
Recommended. (reviewed by Brook Pridemore)
like My 3 Addictions shouldn’t exist.
my3addictions.blogspot.com/
But it does. This short collection of songs about ENB
leader Justin Remer’s obsessions with food, movies
and girls with boyfriends, opens with a sort of “table of Eric Wolfson
contents” – the album’s title track details its narrator’s State Street Rambler
travails in easy-to-swallow “outline” form. The subjects
are then subdivided by simple solo guitar and voice Eric Wolfson’s “Sleeping is a Sucker’s Game” is the
introductions – chapters, as it were. kind of song that gets in your head and refuses to leave,
snippets of lines resurfacing in your consciousness
Songs flow easily throughout, with more laid-back, when you least expect it. It’s been about a year since
Randy Newman-ish material like “Sundaes on a Sun- I first heard the song on the Anticomp Folkilation
day Afternoon” and “A Modest Proposal (For Laura double-CD set, and I still find myself, in idle
Cantrell)” organizing nicely next to the album’s more moments, mumbling lines from the song, like “We’ve
edgy points like “Woody Allen Surrogate,” or the stop- got a long line of lovers who’ve never left us the same.”
and-start, Pixies Unplugged-sounding “I am Klaus
Kinski (And This is My Song).” The latter, which also Wolfson closes out State Street Rambler, his debut
sounds eerily similar to some of Frank Black’s later, long player, with a slightly different take of “Sleeping is
more stripped-down songs, features the album’s high a Sucker’s Game,” making State Street Rambler the
point, a choral refrain from all of it’s performers, over second album on
whip-smart lead electric guitar by Urban Barnyard’s which this song has
Casey Holford and Dibson T Hoffweiler. Hearing all of been a standout. He
those voices, the off-kilter joy gave me chills. is backed up on the
tune, as well as half
While not a stylistic giant step from last year’s collec- the album, by a group
tion of demos, The Very Best of Elastic No-No Band of friends who make
(So Far) – this isn’t Bringin’ It All Back Home by any a habit of playing on
means – the production quality has blown through the each other’s records:
roof. Remer’s players – pianist Herb Scher, Preston Dan Costello (also
Spurlock on bass and Doug Johnson on drums – click credited with produc-
nicely into a groove so sharp that you could lose a ing the album), Ben
finger. Ubiquitous engineer Major Matt Mason USA then Godwin, Vin from
spit-shines the recordings with a thick layer of gloss. Soft Black, and An-
Is there a moral to the story within My 3 Addictions? drew Hoepfner from
Not really. My 3 Addictions isn’t a concept album in Creaky Boards. Their
Urban Folk XV ~ page 35
habitual collaborations, in addition to the feelgood pub thirteen, The Babysitters Club series was a bit higher
rock sound they produce on this album, suggest they’re on my list of top reads than The Good Earth. It was
attempting to be AntiFolk’s answer to Rockpile. A worth- about halfway through one particularly harsh, fifteen-
while pursuit, one might argue, and one that Wolfson’s book sentence that I came upon Kurt Vonnegut. Sud-
band pulls off, while also incorporating elements of The denly I found myself so completely engrossed that it
Band’s North Americana and early rock and roll. didn’t feel so much like torture. The merging of history
The other half of the songs on the album are stripped- and fiction, the dark humor and the light humor and the
down to essentially solo performances – guitar, voice, intense gravity and the intense ridiculousness, the bla-
and harmonica – sometimes with a tambourine or cello tant honesty and the blatant lies, the voice of the au-
to augment the sound. Like so many acoustic pickers thor intermingling with those of his characters, all pre-
with a harp-holder around his neck, Wolfson is obvi- sented in a prose that was casual and authoritative
ously a Dylan fan – the opening track on this CD con- and satirical at the same time: it all just completely
tains at least five really obvious lyrical references to made sense. The Calm Before reads like one of
Dylan songs and probably more I didn’t catch – and Vonnegut’s novels: each song is a character or anec-
that appreciation comes through most clearly on the dote that plays a distinct role in telling Lach’s story,
stripped-down tunes. uniquely and purposefully crafted in order to best re-
flect the many different facets of their author’s true self.
One of the most successful Dylan knockoffs is the topi-
cal, wry “Talking Dead President Blues,” where Wolfson The first chapter, “Egg,” opens with gentle melodic gui-
goes to the Presidents’ Cemetery, and “talks” to the tar and soft clarinet that gestate into a soothing, womb-
ex-Commanders-in-Chief to find out what they think of like atmosphere. Then Lach’s voice cracks painfully
G.W. Bush. While some of Wolfson’s jokes and points through the warm red aura, “Wobbly wings still sticky /
are kind of hamfisted – Lincoln says in the song that with yolk and bits of shell,” using sound and lyrics to
the Republican Party used to care about black folks, create a synesthestic experience of hatching. A few
and now they just watch them drown – Wolfson seems bars later, the guitar picks up and gains clarity, and so
right at home spinning vaguely obscure Grover Cleve- does Lach’s voice. The frightened chick has matured
land quips in a way that’s satisfyingly amusing. into a more aware – though still bewildered – adult who
must now find his place in his big new world. Then
Even when Wolfson turns more solemn on wistful bal- comes “I Just Want to Be With You,” a Pogues-influ-
lads like “Cross the River” and “Harlem Lights,” his enced Celtic-folk-punk favorite that sanctifies the little
crooning style seems patterned after Dylan circa Nash- moments that nobody counts when they’re in love, like
ville Skyline, although, unlike Dylan, Wolfson is more going to the grocery store together or just taking a hot
than willing to let his voice crack during these tunes in bath. But in “I Won’t Miss You,” Lach summons a “com-
an offbeat, Richard Hell-ish style. fortably numb” droning Pink Floyd-esque rhythm to turn
And at the end, again we have “Sleeping is a Sucker’s the tables and express his disgust in his now ex-lover,
Game,” a song which should become the official an- who may very well be the same one he once appreci-
them of Monday night at the Sidewalk Café, and a song ated so deeply. “A
which tells the tale of the struggling musician with Quiet Distance”
canny, witty lyrics and a stomp-along groove as catchy balances bitingly
as a brassiere clasp. (reviewed by Justin Remer) honest lines on a
www.ericwolfson.com jazzy Gershwin-
type sing-along
melody and fea-
Lach tures Broadway vet
The Calm Before Lydia Ooghe on
During my pubescent years, my parents would come backing vocals,
up with creative ways of punishing me whenever I had crooning with a
done something wrong. Instead of implementing the voice like nectar,
standard “You’re grounded for two weeks, go to your “Are you really
room and don’t turn on the TV” routine, they would add happy?” and “I
assignments to the mix, like making me illustrate an can’t handle ro-
old fable with an appropriately edifying moral, or giving mance.”
me an enormous stack of books to read and not letting Lach then steps
me be un-punished until I had read them all. And while outside of himself
reading may not seem like such a torturous task, at and speaks to us
Urban Folk XV ~ page 36
in parables. He recounts a strange dream in “Positions spent listening to the local modern rock station (the
of Power,” a pure folk ballad that uses a stagecoach, Citation went out of production before the advent of in-
it’s horses, and its well-to-do passengers as metaphors car cassette players). It was a golden time for radio:
for the arbitrary and unfair nature of social and perhaps the Grunge boom of the early 90’s hadn’t quite worn off
political structures. “Letter to Theo” is an ode written in yet, and unconventional but great groups like the Breed-
Vincent Van Gogh’s voice; a reading of one of the ers, Superfriendz and the Smoking Popes all had quick,
painter’s hypothetical letters to his dear brother, who quirky and timeless singles around that time. Fred
was one of the only people in his life he considered an Durst was still two long years away.
ally. Then “George at Coney” picks up the pace with a It’s funny that the Dream Bitches have released their
sea-shanty-like tale of George Harrison’s adventure es- second album Coke and Spiriters right when I’m start-
caping the tribulations of the rockstar lifestyle to have ing to re-embrace the music I listened to in 1995 –
a day to himself to ride the Cyclone. Its waltzing melody songs like “Bad Luck Bill” and “Maniacal Mechanic”
instantly conjures the treasured essence of Coney Is- would have fit nicely among the minor hits of that year.
land, complete with its squealing wooden rides, sticky
Lead Bitches, lifelong New Yorkers and childhood
cotton candy, sweltering heat, and tattooed sideshow
friends, Yoko
performers.
Kikuchi and
“Gone Gone Gone” begins the end of The Calm Be- Ann Zakaluk
fore, returning inward with a Paul Simon-y reflection of sing duet/duel-
lost love highlighted by bongos, bells, tenor sax, and ing songs that
sighing. Again, Lach celebrates the ordinary by con- sound not un-
fessing how “the stupidest things,” like a little kid play- like a cross be-
ing harmonica or “an old gay couple” can move him to tween the Deal
tears. Finally, Bill Haley throwback “Crazy House” fin- sisters and the
ishes off the album with a blang. Horns bellowing and girls in Dance
drums flailing, you can almost see the sweat pouring Hall Crashers.
off of Lach’s brow as he shouts out his last “Goodbye!,” The lead guitar
bringing us full circle to parallel his “birth” at the begin- work of Casey
ning of the album. Holford (of Ur-
While The Calm Before may not touch as many souls ban Barnyard
as any Vonnegut novel, what the two writers share is a fame) intertwines with Yoko’s rhythm over simple but
profound ability to be undyingly true. Both have used propulsive beats by drummer Jen. Knee and The
their own distinct forms of language to reveal their in- Leader’s Julie Delano on bass.
nermost thoughts and silliest musings with equal de- It’s also a funny coincidence that many of the best
votion. Both have delivered education in the context of Belle and Sebastian songs mention 1995. Dream
entertainment. And both pretty much gave the finger to Bitches elected to put their spin on the second-best
any kind of predisposed standards they were “supposed Belle and Sebastian song (“Me and the Major”) off their
to” uphold to their chosen craft. And why not be first-best album (If You’re Feeling Sinister), the end re-
unapologetically yourself? After all, as Lach testified, sult sounding like a particularly good high school rock
“This ain’t a song; it is my life.” I’m sure Vonnegut would band dipping into someone’s older sister’s record col-
have agreed. (reviewed by Jocelyn Mackenzie) lection. Familiarity is a running theme on Coke and
www.lachtoday.com Spiriters – “Sweet Anneth” borrows its melody from an
old nursery rhyme to tell a cautionary tale about a girl
with loose lips.
Dream Bitches
Ultimately, Coke and Spiriters sounds like a Live
Coke and Spiriters Through This that was made by sane persons. Like a
In 1995, I turned 16 years old. I spent most of my quickly-recorded follow-up to Last Splash that went
spare time driving around my hometown of Waterford, criminally unnoticed, the Dream Bitches sound and feel,
MI in my first car, a 1980 Citation that had red velvet unironically, like the summer of 1995. Recommended.
upholstery and had to be started with a manual choke (reviewed by Brook Pridemore)
each morning. I saw the Ramones on their final tour dreambitches.org
and Bush on their first. All of my time in the car was