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Sunday, October 9, 2016

The Mountain Goats! Kansas City, Columbia And The World!

Soooo… life is busy, awkward and exhausting but most of the time it is because choices I make.  Loving live music has always been a thing but when your a fan of a band, and your family is a fan, and your oldest son is a fan especially of the same band, you do stupid things.  Such was the case last weekend when we went on a family outing to Kansas City to see The Mountain Goats.  The tortured musings of John Darnielle frighteningly seem to resonate with my entire family and while I am sure we should all be concerned about loving a guy who writes funny, happy songs like “No Children” wherein he sings:

I hope it stays dark forever
I hope the worst isn't over
And I hope you blink before I do
And I hope I never get sober

And I hope when you think of me years down the line
You can't find one good thing to say
And I'd hope that if I found the strength to walk out
You'd stay the hell out of my way

I am drowning, there is no sign of land
You are coming down with me, hand in unlovable hand
And I hope you die
I hope we both die

What a crazy, kicky, lighthearted kid he is.  The song above, as an aside inspired this great YouTube video for what looks like a high school talent contest:


Heartbreaking.  Awesome.  Troubling.  Beckers.  What are you going to do?  So we traversed to KC.  Had lunch with my niece and her husband at a place called Char Bar in Westport.  I highly recommend.  Awesome BBQ ish high end menu with great cocktails for brunch lunch or dinner.  I had a duck gumbo which was...perfect.
The goats were playing at The Madrid.  The Madrid is like any of our old theaters in St. Louis.  More than anything it reminded me of the old AmericanTheater which was down of Kingshighway.  It is a decent venue and we lines up right before doors opened at 7.  My wife and I, my daughter Laura, My son Jon and his wife, my son Pat and his husband Kyle.  The only person missing on the scene was my future son in law Jon but other than that we were there in force.  The great thing about a Goats show is that it is not a pretty crowd.  Lot’s of died hair, tattoos, some unhappy kids and college students but generally a crowd of 30 somethings and a more unpretentious lot would be hard to find.  We scrambled in with about 80 people in front of us and were able to secure bar stools and tables in the balcony.  It is reasonably important for family outings to secure seating.  

The opener was a band called “Oh Pep” from Australia and I, on night one dismissed them as pleasant.  The stars of the band we females and the lead vocalist could really belt it out and the other woman played a mandolin and they were kind of charming and angry and fun, but I was in the balcony, drinking and dismissive.  On night 2 I determined I was wrong.  To get a little feel for them here is a little song they performed at KDHX:

They are definitely worth listening to and “I know what I want and its not what I need…”.  Who can argue?

Then shortly after 9:00 came the Goats coming on to some lovable cheese from the 70’s as background music and tore into “Blood Capsules”.  The entire set list was as follows:
When the last of the East Coast money ran dry
And the casually-dressed bill collectors
Started casually dropping on by
And the residuals, but there weren't any more residuals
At least several months behind
On the payments to certain individuals
The loneliest people in the whole wide world are the ones you're never going to see again.
Feast like pagans, never get enough
Sleep like dead men, wake up like dead men
And when the sun comes, try not to hate the light
Someday we'll try to walk upright
Across a different bridge today
Over the river and down Broadway
Feels so good to have you here
Some of you will be dead next year
I see your destinies above you
Like angels who don't love you
Let them kiss you and hold you tight
As long as the money's right
On the morning when I woke up without you for the first time
I felt free and I felt lonely and I felt scared
And I began to talk to myself almost immediately
Not being used to being the only person there
I've been loving you so long
And now that I got the chance
I see you need to dance on your own
So I'll wait another day
Maybe another year
I'm gonna be right here, oh
Michael pulls the blinds back up
Stares blankly at the intersection
Watching for the guy who's got the angel dust
Crystal clear connection
Days like dominos
All in a line
We cheer for the home team every time
Lakeside View, Lakeside View
Lakeside View for my whole crew
I'm gonna jab you in the eye with a foreign object
I'm gonna stab you in the eye with a foreign object
Ba, ba da da, ba ba ba da, foreign object
Ba, ba da da, ba ba ba da, foreign object
Ba, ba da da, ba ba ba da, foreign object
And I handed you a drink of the lovely little thing
On which our survival depends
People say friends don't destroy one another
What do they know about friends?
Thunderclouds forming, cream white moon
Everything's going to be okay soon
Maybe tomorrow
Maybe the next day
Encore:
Never get away never get away I am never ever gonna get away from this place
Lay down on the street my eyes toward the sun your star next to my face
I broke free on a Saturday morning
I put the pedal to the floor
Headed north on Mills Avenue
And listened to the engine roar
My broken house behind me and good things ahead
A girl named Cathy wants a little of my time
Six cylinders underneath the hood crashing and kicking
Ahh, listen to the engine whine
I am going to make it through this year
If it kills me
I am going to make it through this year
If it kills me
I played video games in a drunken haze
I was 17 years young
Hurt my knuckles punching the machines
The taste of scotch rich on my tongue
And then Cathy showed up and we hung out
Trading swigs from a bottle, all bitter and clean
Locking eyes, holding hands
Twin high maintenance machines
I am going to make it through this year
If it kills me
I am going to make it through this year
If it kills me
I drove home in the California dusk
I could feel the alcohol inside of me hum
Pictured the look on my stepfather's face
Ready for the bad things to come
I down-shifted as I pulled into the driveway
The motor screaming out, stuck in second gear
The scene ends badly, as you might imagine
In a cavalcade of anger and fear
There will be feasting and dancing in Jerusalem next year
I am going to make it through this year
If it kills me
I am going to make it through this year
If it kills me
Stay in the game.
Just try to play through the pain.
Like a fighter who's been told its finally time for him to quit.
Show up in shining colors,
And then stand there and get hit.

I had looked at prior set lists and made a little composite of them on Spottify for the ride over and about 15 of the songs were repeating each night. The Mountain Goats have about 15 CD’s out and this was still supporting their Album “Beat The Champ” which was released in 2015.  A collection of songs related to Darnielle’s passion for wrestling which I didn't really latch on to as awesome initially and now after hearing it live and taking in all the songs over time I can only describe as….brilliant.  I know the word is over used but the guy is passionate. Extremely passionate and has lived the life as troubled child, drug addict, survivor, game player, author, husband, father… nice resume.  It all comes to play in his songs and I cannot explain the beauty, the triumph, the anger… the praise of someone who triumphs over all that with the dread knowledge that he will still wake up as himself tomorrow.

I drank too much at the show.  To be fair, I had been drinking all day but...tomorrow would be another day, and i would still wake up as me but for tonight, with my family, watching this man and his fabulous band bleed all over the stage for 90 minutes… I was triumphant.

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Sooooo...Day 2.  Day 2 required getting out of a hotel bed after too few hours of bad sleep.  We went to Methodist Mega church...hungover, where our old Pastor runs the “praise” service and then went to lunch, hungover (maybe I was the only one hungover) and then my wife, daughter and daughter in law went home to St. Louis and Pat and Kyle went to their place in Overland Park and Jon and I headed for Columbia to see night 2 of Oh Pep and The Mountain Goats.

We went to Boulevard Brewing in KC where I did not drink!  A lot of personal discipline here. We then headed east on 70 and having an allegiance to Camp Arcadia in northern Michigan where we have a place, we stopped when we saw this sign!
So we stopped.  It was lovely.  I am not a big fan of US Wine that does not grow in California or Oregon.  This dint do a lot to change that but it was not bad  and they also had beer and Jon had a flight and I sampled a couple of things.  Bought a bottle of Port and also liked their Rose’ and I don't like Rose’s.  It has a nice pastoral view of a lake...and highway 70 in the distance.  

Then it was off to Columbia where we kicked around, had a little pizza and hit The Blue Note.  The Blue Note is a great, old, broken down venue that has had a generation of great shows and new music.  Unlike the night before there would be no seating so we arrived shortly after doors and marched right up to the stage, standing about three rows of people back from the stage and I didn't move for 3 hours.

OH Pep who seemed pleasant the night before rocked it.  They were simply great from up close and I don't know whether they played better, or whether I was familiar with their set but it was a great opener.  They rocked it and set the table for night 2 of the Goats.

A few different songs tonight.

If my prayer be not humble, make it so
In these last hours, if the spirit waits in check, help me let it go
And should my suffering double, let me never love you less
Let every knee be bent and every tongue confess
And I won't get better
But someday I'll be free
'Cause I am not this body
That imprisons me

People were mean to you
But I always thought you were cool
Clicking down the concrete hallways
With your spiked heels back in high school

And it was hard, but you were brave, you are splendid
And we will never be alone in this world
No matter what they say
We're going to be okay
We were safe inside
And our new son cried
"San Bernardino
Welcomes you!"

King Saul fell on his sword when it all went wrong
And Joseph's brothers sold him down the river for a song
And Sonny Liston rubbed some tiger balm into his glove
Some things you do for money
And some you do for love, love, love
Raskolnikov felt sick, but he couldn't say why
When he saw his face reflected in his victim's twinkling eye
Some things you'll do for money and some you'll do for fun
But the things you do for love
Are going to come back to you one by one
Love, love is going to lead you by the hand
Into a white and soundless place
Now we see things as in a mirror dimly
Then we shall see each other face to face
And way out in Seattle, young Kurt Cobain
Snuck out to the greenhouse, put a bullet in his brain
Snakes in the grass beneath our feet, rain in the clouds above
Some moments last forever
But some flare out with love, love, love


One of the things that makes the Goats is the band that he travels with.  The core of it is the drummer John Wurster and bassist Peter Hughs but he has added over the last few years multi instrumentalist Matt Douglas who just… fills it out.  Though I am always looking for the mournful cello from the album “Heretic Pride” the four of them… grounded by Wurster are just so very, VERY tight that it would be hard for Darnielle to be anything but brilliant.

This was just a life changing show but I have seen so many.  Seeing a bad this close, there the band can literally spit on you if they are of a mind is like no other experience ans the adding of “Love, Love, Love” brought the house down. It is always different seeing a concert stone cold sober but being there with several hundred stranger/friends and watching a guy who has worked out his own life’s problems through verse for so many years was touching and moving and rocking.  It always restores my faith and my joy when it comes together and for two nights in a row...God was smiling on me.

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Soooooo…. it would appear that I have been absent for some period of time.  I have many apologies… travel...work… what not.  They are lame but indeed, that is what we have come to expect from these halting pages.  But I have not been idle.  Half way through, despite all the issues and some mist steps it has been… quite year.  

I have seen a lot of music this year.  Much of it has been at Off Broadway and I am happy to report again, and again that this is becoming a treasured venue in town.  I have lived through the venue being the worst and stupidest of shit holes.  Back in the day… when i was a pup it competed rather unsuccessfully with Mississippi Nights and the old Cicero's.  But these venues eventually went on to not become a Jacques Cousteau museum or to become a lame incarnation of itself up the street from it’s former location.  But Off Broadway ambled on… trudged on...slowly… awkwardly and sometimes horribly.  Great bands but a really stupid room.  You would arrive at the front door and come in behind the stage into a “lobby”.  Then walk around and there was a cool long bar that extended down the side.  A “stage” was there, poorly lit.  The “room” had a beautiful wagon wheel chandelier which didn’t belong.  There was an upstairs which could have been funky but was instead awkward and vision was blocked by the over hang as well as… the chandelier.  Doors were at 8.  Bands started to play at 9 ish and there were often 3 of them.  On a school night you were always out till 1.  Too late for people with jobs and too random an experience for a “grown up”

But a few years ago new owners came on the scene.  Things started to happen.  Good things.  Happy things.  They started to experiment with:
Earlier shows
Afternoon shows
Shows that started on time
Tall boy beers
Professional employees
Redecorating
Losing the iconic chandelier
Peeling years of...shit of the walls
Painting
Shortening the bar
Bringing in seats for old people shows or partial old people shows.  What I am saying is that if you ever have an inclination to see some live music.  Hit their website and go out.  They bring in some of the most talented acts that are both breaking and established and when local bands play there it is because they are awesome.  Their website is:


So some of the shows I have seen recently.

Rhett Miller.  Rhett is lead singer and other than one song per album by their bassist sole lyricist for The Old 97s.  Rhett is… well… their is really no one else like Rhett.  I would assume he is about 40 (I am too bored to WIKI him).  He went to Sarah Lawrence (girls school) on a poetry scholarship.  Now remember he is from Texas.  He dropped out and moved back and started a band and they have turned out 8-10 CD’s and he has dated and married super models and he has long hair and my best friend’s wife loves to go to shows just to see him whip his hair.  And he does.  But when he comes to town for a show he normally just shows up with a guitar.  I think he has 5 solo albums out and he writes great songs.  He writes lines like:

I was going through a hell of a time
When suddenly you showed up
You gave me hope but I lost mine
But hope is not enough
I loved you so hard
It broke my heart
And you weren’t like the rest
Until you left

Seriously… that is “Dylanesque” which is the nicest thing I can say about a songwriter.
Frankly this show was the most fun.  Buy his newest album and buy the new Old 97’s album as well.  It is not poetry but is an album full of songs about getting drunk on bourbon and having sex.  What could possibly go wrong.

Steve Earle hit the Pageant and reminded us all what a grumpy, great, tuneful, deep, flawed, wonderful nightmare that he is.  He had a pretty set with a tight band featuring the husband and wife team “The Mastersons” who opened up the show with a tight swinging sound.  She has a sweet voice and he has good chops.  Together they ably backed Earle.  Steve Earle has had a checkered personal life but has always been a brilliant artist.  Sidelined by heroin and drugs it appeared he had straightened himself out after several marriages and had settled with the talented Allison Moorer in NYC.  This tour seemed to be about him working through that latest break up.  The bottom line with Steve Earle is that he is likely the most soul filled white man out there.  He bleeds through his songs and is constantly working out his thoughts in his songs whether it is personally or politically and… you should go see him.  The Pageant is not intimate enough for what he was doing on this tour but still… as I said...get off your dead ass and go see a show.
Twang Fest 38 returned this year with it’s normal panoply of touring and local acts.  I was only able to hit two nights of the four nights but each one was filled with great music.  KDHX does such a great job for my kind of tunes and the Fest gets better and more professional each year and the partnership with Off Broadway seems here to stay which… is good.

More  recently I hit Off Broadway to see the late great Robbie Fulks (not yet deceased).  Fulks, from Georgia via 20 years or so in Chicago does not come to town enough.  he was playing an early show opening for Chatham County Line who is the latest “thing” in Americana/Alt Country...whatever you want to call it.  But Fulks… I have seen 4-5 times.  I was able to reminisce with him briefly about his first show in the St. Louis at the old High Point...100 or so years ago.

Fulks has been keeping himself in Chicago at the Old Town Folk School up there and has helped them create a beautiful community that teaches a lot of people and promotes even more.  Fulks is a gem and no one knows about him who does not pay attention to great music.  He has a truly unique voice and I don't mean “unique” like Dylan or Niel Young.  I mean unique like...fucking beautiful.  There is something in the way he resonates that literally can make me tear up and there is both a joy and a mournfulness that he conjures which becomes stunning in a small venue like Off Broadway.

The voice coupled with 30 years of songwriting proved too much for the normal 45 minute opener and he played for over an hour and left everyone wanting for more.

Georgia Hard
She said she was leaving
So I went to follow
Blind love and I-55 got me here
Dirty old salt truck
in the smog before me
And dear old Dixie, back in the rearview mirror

Got a third-story walk-up
With a view of the alley
A mailroom job that isn't all glamour and fun
The woman I came for
Is gone to another
Now my feet are just too planted to run

Chorus:
But there's no Carolina Moon over Chicago
No bluegrass growin' out in my backyard
No fields of sugarcane, no soft Virginia rain
But damn, if this livin' ain't Georgia Hard

Down on Halsted
The women walk by me
Like they can tell
I haven't got a dollar to spare
So it's into a side street
For a beer and a sad song
I guess some things
Are the same most everywhere


So please, Mr. Conwell
Could you except the charges?
When I told you "A cold day in Maacon", I lied
And if your pecan trees still need a-shakin'
I'll be back a-beggin' fast as the grey dog flies”

Chatham County seemed like they were going to be awesome after some awful sound problems.  They do 4 musicians, no drummer, and one microphone.  It is almost too cute but these guys are clearly killing it and a braver man would have stayed for more but… I am old.
Robbie Fulks/Chatham County Line

Most recently I went to Off Broadway to see the Felice Brothers.  The Felice Brothers became like gods to me with the release of their eponymous CD from 2008.  Songs like “Whiskey In My Whiskey”, “Scarecrow” and more made a CD that was so solid song to song, so lyrical and so filled with sad energy that it was far and away my best CD released that year.  But so what?  They came to town to the Firebird once since then and I missed them (out of town) which was clearly my bad but mistakes get made.  But I did not miss them this time and they were everything I had hoped and more.  They were brilliant.  Sad.  Emotional.  Funny.  Talented and… shit… they were beautiful.   Ian and James Felice even without their brother Simone play the kind of music that can only be played from playing together for life and loving and hating each other as only brothers can do.  The concert ambled, rambled, soared and swooped.  It was meticulous and it was a train wreck and it was everything rock and roll is supposed to be.  It is clearly for me the best show of 2014!                    
Songs of addiction and madness that when you read the lyrics they just make you ache… and cringe.



Scarecrow

Would you love me
If I told you I was born upstream
If I told you I come from money
White money
Would you love me
Would you love me

Well, I was born down
By a bad little river in a poor town
Where an indian-giver put a board out
It said "Boarding House"
Call him Scarecrow
He kept whores around

And I'd go there
I'd wait my turn on the broke stairs
And get me the girl with the gold hair
Aw yeah, leave your clothes there
On the folding chair

In that cold room
Your breath would twist just like ghosts do
You said, "Call me Dorothy in red shoes"
And the bed moved
The bed moved
The bed moved

Tracy, don't you wake that scarecrow tonight

Well, the man would come in
It's hard living right giving head when
The sad days of winter have set in
And the medicine for an addict is heroin

I'd find you there in the bath
We'd cook up your shit in a tin can
And you started calling me Tin Man
And we started making plans to begin again
Begin again

You saved a C note
Told me you felt like a seagull
Told me to meet at the depot
With the needle, then maybe we'd go
To Reno

Where you'd be my desert dove
And we'd find a way to make better love
Said, "Baby, that's how the West was won"
And the blood-red sun
Yeah, the blood-red sun
And the blood-red sun

Tracy, don't you wake that scarecrow tonight

Well, the man cries,
"Who gives a damn when a tramp dies?"
But I loved you there in the lamp light
With your bare thighs
And the halo of your hair alive

And all my lifelong
I'll never shake off your siren song
And all of your talk about dying young
With an iron lung and that crazy way
Would you love me
If I told you I was born upstream
If I told you I come from money
White money
Would you love me
Would you love me

And all my lifelong
I'll never shake off your siren song
And all of your talk about dying young
With an iron lung and that crazy way

You said, "Simon,
I think I might stay here with Scarecrow tonight
Simon, I think I'm gonna stay here with Scarecrow tonight."

                                  s
“I put some whiskey into my whiskey
I put some heartbreak into my heart
I put my boots on that ole dance floor
I put three rounds Lord, in my 44”

The Felice Brothers.

Quite a year indeed.

Go see some music.

Save your soul.