The Gourds, Longhorn Saloon, Ft Worth, June 27, 2009
It was about 3:00 or so Saturday afternoon when I called our friends in Ft Worth to cancel out on the evenings festivities. It really did look pretty hopeless at that point; stranded in a 7-11 parking lot off I-30 in Arlington, sweltering in the 100 degree heat, waiting for a tow truck to come and take our badly overheated car back home.
Then I suppose it was due to the angels intervening on our behalf but things all started coming together in our favor. The tow truck showed up hours before we were expecting it and got us home just in time for a neighbor to offer to loan us his car and just like that, it was on again!
So after all the high drama we still made it out to the Fort Worth Stockyards and got to the newly re-opened Longhorn Saloon plenty early enough to score a choice table.
It’s a very nice room, that Longhorn Saloon, with a couple of levels, three bars, reasonably good sound and it’s got a whole lot of history too. After Saturday night’s Gourds show, they can probably add another chapter.
The Wildflower Festival in Richardson is one of the biggest music festivals in North Texas. It’s a big, sprawling three day event that usually features a fairly diverse lineup that’s maybe a little heavy on the classic rock.
This year’s headliners were Kool & the Gang, Jackopierce, Hoobastank, Rick Springfield, Edgar Winter Band, Tonic, Night Ranger, Kansas, The Toadies, The Wailers and Robert Randolph & The Family Band. That’s on the big stages; there’s also plenty of country, folk and other various acoustic singer songwriters going non-stop on the smaller stages.
And tribute bands, lots of tribute bands.
For instance, you had Swan Song (Led Zeppelin) Badfish (Sublime) Le Freak (disco- 80s rock) The Spazmatics (80s new wave) Bebe Le Strange (Heart) Eight Arms To Hold You (The Beatles) Spectors Gun Collection (Allman Bros) and Kraig Parker (Elvis).
So you had your choice of folk, funk and fakes with some alternative and a few classic rock nostalgia re-groups thrown in for good measure.
This year’s festival kicked off with Friday night’s program of Ellis Paul, Pierce Pettis and David Wilcox on the singer songwriter stage in the Eisemann Performing Arts Center. That’s a small theater with comfortable seating and near perfect acoustics. That sounded pretty good but we showed up Friday with one thing in mind and one thing only… Kool & the Gang.
I can still remember when I first heard the Jayhawks in the early nineties. A friend had given me a tape of Hollywood Town Hall
and my first response was “Neil Young could probably sue those guys.” I think I might have said that once or twice when the subject of the Jayhawks came up but after a few listens… and then a few more… those songs started working their way into my head on a cellular level. I quit making snarky comments about them and started playing them all the time.
Over the course of three records they managed to forge a sound that was, at the same time, highly derivative and highly original and became one of my very favorite bands.
Yeah, they were more white-guy-folk-rock than the “alt country” label they were tagged with. Their early seventies “Southern Man” style riffs and long guitar jams merged with vaguely abstract lyrics and those ethereal harmonies between songwriters Mark Olson and Gary Louris, created a bunch of stubbornly enduring songs that could stick in your head like superglue.
After Olson left the band at their creative peak in ‘95, despite teaming up with his then-wife Victoria Williams, he kind of faded into obscurity while Louris kept the Jayhawks going, changing their sound pretty dramatically on the next two albums.
I caught an Olson solo show last year. It was a great night of quiet acoustic music with a few Jayhawks songs but there was definitely something missing. Obviously what was missing was Gary Louris.
So when Olson and Louris had put out a new acoustic record and booked a show in town, at the Sons of Herman Hall no less, I’m sure I wasn’t the only person around here who was overly excited at the opportunity to
Friday night they showed this town just what was lost when they went their separate ways long over a decade ago. You can take your Simon and Garfunkel and your Tweedy and Farrar and your Johnny and June and even your She and Him… If ever two people were born to sing together it was Olson and Louris.
The place has been around 30 years and we just now get around to visiting. I can’t really explain how that happened except to say that sometimes it’s hard to get down to Denver from here. We won’t wait so long next time.
Message from Jess Barr, guitarist for Slobberbone / The Drams:
Early this morning my car was broken into and all of my equipment was stolen. This includes my red matchless clubman 35 head and cabinet, my black gig bag with cables and pedals, and, most importantly, my gibson les paul goldtop.
If you know anything about this or happen to run across any of these items at a pawn shop, etc. please let me know. No questions will be asked.
Obviously, these are all just material possessions that can be replaced, but on a sentimental level it’s pretty devastating. So if you could spread the word and keep your eyes open for me, it would be greatly appreciated.
thanks,
jess
p.s. If you see me playing air guitar at the next gig, please just pretend that I’m shredding on some sweet solos.
I think Gracey pretty much said it all when she forwarded this with the well chosen subject line: “lowlifescumsuckingthieves.”
So the Gourds played the Gothic Theater down south of Denver last Saturday night (March 14).
I shamed Gracey into coming with me. I’ve been trying to force her to listen to the Gourds for about a year. Truth is, it’s really hard to get her to listen to much besides the Drive-By Truckers and her local Wyoming bands (see Hogback). But there were other, more worldly, folks coming down from Wyoming (peer pressure still works) and I promised her some corn chips. That did the trick. Read the rest of this entry »
The Saturday before St Patrick’s Day is the one day every year when Dallas seems almost a little bit like Mardi Gras in New Orleans. A little. People start setting up their party base camps in parking lots for the big parade real early. Kegs, beer bongs, makeshift bars set up on portable tables, lots of people wearing lots of crazy green shit and even lots of dogs wearing crazy green shit. By the time the floats start rolling down Greenville Avenue at 11:00 AM sharp the general ambiance is pretty much mass public intoxication. And crazy shit. And of course I mean that in the best possible way.
After the parade is the big concert in a big fenced in parking lot and this year it featured some of the best of Dallas’ alt-country-roots rock scene. The O’s, The Drams, Eleven Hundred Springs and The Old 97s.
The crowd was kind of thin but you could no doubt chalk that up to the weather- it was cold, windy and the cloud cover was threatening drenching rain at any moment. Still, for the faithful that did show up, it was as fine a day of music as a drunken partier decked out in a spray painted fake beard, 2 lbs of beads and a big green hat could hope for. And I saw more than a few of those.
So I’m listening to the Gourds new CD “Haymaker” this week.
This isn’t so much an indepth review of the CD (alright then – here’s the review: It’s good. Go buy it. You don’t really need me to tell you that, do you?) as it is a discussion of dem Gourds and how they make people happy.
You know how I know that? I listen to their stuff. I make my friends listen to their stuff. I make my kids listen to their stuff until they know all the lyrics. It’s good for their vocabularies. Even my cat likes to twist and juke to the Gourds. . . Read the rest of this entry »
Jason and the 400 Unit put out a crazy good CD just a year or so ago called Sirens of the Ditch. It had “Brand New Kind of Actres” and “Dress Blue”s and got plenty attention. I ordered it pre-released and it’s been played and played and I still love it and it still moves me.
The new self-titled album is a beautiful work of art. No, really, I bought the package deal from their website and got the album and an autographed CD. My record spinner is out of commission right now, but I had to have that big ol’ album, just for the cover art. Browan Lollar did it. Talk about multi-talented, this band’s got that wrapped. Jason’s just a wizard at everything.
The 400 Unit is Browan Lollar, Derry deBorge, Jimbo Hart and Matt Pence. They’re no slouches. Look them up, if you haven’t. Those of you who like to cherry-pick songs (which I still find kinda weird) try “Sunstroke” first. If you love it, try “Good” too. If you don’t think you love either of ‘em and you just wanna drink beer and get in touch with your inner cowboy, give a listen to “Cigarettes and Wine”. If that don’t get ya, I’ll cry in my beer for you. Read the rest of this entry »
So I’m listening to the Gourds new CD “Haymaker” this week. 
Jason and the 400 Unit put out a crazy good CD just a year or so ago called Sirens of the Ditch. It had “Brand New Kind of Actres” and “Dress Blue”s and got plenty attention. I ordered it pre-released and it’s been played and played and I still love it and it still moves me.
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