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Lettin’ it ride in the Big Easy: Jazzfest 2010 recap, Part II: Bringing the ‘phunk

The second of our five-part series, Greg Schwartz spends five days in New Orleans, absorbing more music than one thought humanly possible, grinning ear to ear the entire time.

Ivan Neville’s Dumpstaphunk, Acura Stage
Music started at the fairgrounds in the 11 am hour, but I felt like I was doing well to make it there by 1:30 pm for the main stage set by Ivan Neville’s Dumpstaphunk. I’d caught Dumpstaphunk opening for Phil Lesh & Friends at their January 2008 Mardis Gras show in San Francisco, so I knew this was a band not to miss. Ivan is of course the son of one of the legendary Neville Brothers, so the band’s sound is rooted in that classic New Orleans funk style pioneered by the Meters (which featured Art Neville, and later also Cyril Neville.) It was a picture-perfect beautiful, breezy sunny afternoon and hearing these funky sounds kicked things off in high style. Bassist Tony Hall, who some might recognize from his time served with the Trey Anastasio Band, was a star of the show. He laid down a bright punchy low end that made every tune bounce, and also sang with soulful flair on songs like Sly and the Family Stone’s “You Can Make it if You Try.”

Amanda Shaw & the Cute Guys, Gentilly Stage
The Gentilly Stage is the second biggest stage and the furthest walk from the main stage, but it still only takes five to ten minutes to get over there (as opposed to some festivals where certain stages can be much farther apart.) Local lass Amanda Shaw drew a large crowd to hear her high-energy, rootsy country rock sound as she led the band on fiddle. A spunky cover of the Clash’s “Should I Stay or Should I Go” got things rocking as the charismatic Shaw sang with punk energy, but then injected Cajun-rooted fiddle runs for a unique take on the punk classic. Shaw’s instrumental talent shined brightest on an instrumental tune that closed the set with a bluesier flavor. The 19-year-old New Orleans native soloed brilliantly, while also moving and grooving with a dynamic stage presence making her one to watch moving forward.

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Gov’t Mule, Acura Stage
Warren Haynes and his blues rock quartet took the main stage at 2:50 pm and rocked out for the next hour. “Broke Down on the Brazos” from the band’s latest album By a Thread was an early highlight, with Haynes riffing out on the high-octane jam. “Beautifully Broken” slowed things down a bit, but sounded great on such a sunny afternoon. An instrumental jam went in a decidely Allman-ish direction, and even featured a “Blue Skies” tease that unfortunately did not fully materialize (the Allman Brothers Band had however played the festival on the previous weekend.) Haynes then sang a little bit of the Rolling Stones’ “You Can’t Always Get What You Want” before returning to the jam. Mule standard “Thorazine Shuffle” cranked the blues rock back up to peak level, with Haynes throwing in a “Get Up Stand Up” tease on his guitar. The man is a classic rock encyclopedia, which makes every Mule set an adventure since you never know what tune might pop up.

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Soul Rebels, Congo Square Stage
The Soul Rebels brass band was throwing down their groovy sound on the Congo Square Stage, the festival’s third largest. The band blends Mardis Gras-style funk with jazz, rock, reggae and hip-hop flavors for a festive sound that is pure New Orleans. The tuba player provides the bass line while the other horns pump out various melodies and lead lines. The drummer and percussionist also know how to get busy. I was definitely digging it and wanted to see more, but my friends were keen on checking out Steve Martin so I allowed myself to be pulled away. The festival has 11 stages (!), so there are a lot of tough choices to be made.

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Steve Martin w/ the Steep Canyon Rangers, Gentilly Stage
It turns out that actor/comedian Steve Martin is also a lifelong banjo fanatic and the word is apparently getting out, because he and his group drew a massive crowd. One friend who’d been to Jazzfest many times said that it was the largest crowd he’d ever seen at the Gentilly Stage. It looked like somewhere in the vicinity of 10,000. It’s no gimmick either, as Martin was rocking the banjo like a seasoned pro.

Widespread Panic, Acura Stage
The Spreadheads were settling in back at the main stage, where Panic was due to close out the main stage action for the day with a set that started at 4:30 pm. The Georgia jam-rockers decided to pass on a set break and threw down a massive two-and-half-hour show that capped off the day in rocking style. “Space Wrangler” was an early highlight as the song’s classic groove and melodic riffs never fail to energize a crowd. Another tune featured a big jam that saw the band click and open up “the hose,” as Carlos Santana would say, with a captivating jam as bassist Dave Schools and keyboardist JoJo Hermann locked in to a tight groove to generate Panic’s unique sound.

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The set seemed like it was starting to wane a bit halfway through, to the point where I was considering going to check out the Average White Band and/or Blues Traveler. But then the band brought out the MegaBlasters four-piece horn section and launched into “Up All Night,” one of my favorite tunes and easily the anthem of the week for Jazzfest fans. The melodic number took on an extra jazzy sparkle with the horns and the band used it as a launchpad into their classic party anthem “Tall Boy,” which saw strangers dancing with strangers as the crowd came alive once more. The combo reinvigorated the set and the band was off and running again, as the MegaBlasters sat in on the entire second half of the show. Virtuoso lead guitarist Jimmy Herring even seemed to have dialed down his sometimes overly searing tone to a level that was just right.

The Derek Trucks & Susan Tedeschi Band, House of Blues
After a brief respite back at homebase, my accomplice and I were off to the House of Blues for what promised to be one of the week’s top highlights. Slide guitar prodigy Derek Trucks and blues babe Susan Tedeschi have been married since 2001, but only began playing shows together on summer tours in 2007 and 2008 billed as their “Soul Stew Revival.” As I wrote three years ago, these two are like Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups – two great tastes that go even better together. With their young children now a little older, it appears the couple have finally decided the time is right to merge their sensational talents and move ahead together with a full-time band. And what a band it is with Oteil Burbridge (who has been playing with Trucks in the Allman Brothers Band since 2002) joining the team on bass, along with his brother Kofi Burbridge on keyboards and flute (who was already in the Derek Trucks Band), and two drummers for the polyrhythmic jams.

The band played mostly brand new material, and strong material it is. “Nobody’s Free” was an early highlight for Tedeschi, who sang some soulful lyrics about the limitations of modern society. The entire band soared on “Midnight in Harlem,” which Tedeschi said was written by backing vocalist Mike Mattison. Oteil Burbridge’s fluid bass catalyzed a huge melodic jam that had the whole room grooving, with Trucks dropping sweet licks on top. “Don’t Drift Away” was another bluesy gem for Tedeschi’s heartfelt vocals, while a smoking hot cover of Eric Clapton’s “Coming Home” ignited the room. “Butterfly,” from Tedeschi’s strong 2009 album Back to the River, was another rocking highlight, followed by the super funky jam “Serve It Up,” with Soulive’s Eric Krasno sitting in. Krasno and Trucks traded hot licks on the bouncy groove, while the Grateful Dead’s Bill Kreutzmann was seen rocking out sidestage. A cover of the Beatles’ “I’ve Got a Feeling” was another winner, with the crowd eating it up and Tedeschi shining once again. The chemistry between Trucks and the Burbridge brothers is higher level stuff, enabling deep jams on almost any tune. This show was just one highlight after another, capped off with a great “Trenchtown Rock” encore that summed up the festival so well – “One good thing about music, when it hits, you feel no pain.” This band is primed to be one of the best on the planet for the next 20 years.

After the show, we walked up Bourbon Street looking for an old school jazz club to wind down in. We had to walk past a huge number of cheesy neon bars with cliché cover bands, but we finally found just what we were looking for in the form of Fritzel’s, a “European style jazz pub” that bills itself as the oldest operated jazz club in New Orleans (open since 1969.) It’s a small place, but the jazz is great, the vibe is festive and the drink selection exotic. A great spot to wind down an evening.

Coming up next: Friday, where one Hall of Famer is bailed out by another Hall of Famer.

The Jayhawks: The Jayhawks


RIYL: Flying Burrito Brothers, Gram Parsons, pickin’, grinnin’

That squealing sound you hear is the Jayhawks’ steadfastly loyal fan base wetting themselves over the long-overdue release of The Jayhawks, a.k.a. The Bunkhouse Album, on CD. Those who discovered the band with later albums like Tomorrow the Green Grass or Rainy Day Music will be surprised by just how countrified the goings are here. This is clearly Mark Olson’s band – guitarist Gary Louris, who would run the band after Olson’s departure, doesn’t get a single lead vocal here – as the songs contain more pedal steel and banjo than the rest of the band’s catalog combined. It is also, fittingly enough, stuffed with drinking songs, from the bouncy “Misery Tavern” to the cluckity guitar picking on “Six Pack on the Dashboard.” Louris does make his presence felt, though; he contributes several trademark harmony vocals along with his trademark tasteful guitar.

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The end result is, quite frankly, the birth of the alt-country scene that would take shape roughly a decade later. Even those who prefer the pop-oriented Louris years to the folk-driven Olsen era will want to explore this Bunkhouse, stat. (Lost Highway 2010)

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Me, Myself, and iPod 5/5/10: Lolene must be stopped

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Yep, it’s community service week at Me, Myself and iPod, where I launch a full-scale attack on a seemingly innocuous pop singer. What makes this singer so much more offensive than the gaggle of singers just like her? You’ll see.

Oh Mercy – Can’t Fight It
These guys are quickly becoming the house band of Me, Myself and iPod, as this is the second song from their debut album Privileged Woes that we’ve highlighted to date. (You can find the other song, “Lay Everything on Me,” here.) We even interviewed the band’s lead singer Alexander Gow a couple weeks ago. Nice kid, and he’s working with Mitchell Froom on their second record. If the mention of Froom’s name perked up your ears, that’s probably because you like Crowded House, and if you like them, you’ll probably like these guys, too.

The Knocks – Blackout
Fans of Chromeo will dig this retro slice of ’70s funk. If the Trammps were around today, they might sound like this.

The Protomen – Light Up the Night
The synths! The lead singer with a tremolo-laden tenor! The synthetic drums! All this song is missing is a montage of Sylvester Stallone working out in the wilderness as he prepares to dethrone the world champion…something or other.

Justine Bennett – Heavy Feeling
Joni Mitchell covering “Losing My Religion”? Yeah, that’ll work.

Alcoholic Faith Mission – My Eyes to See
Always a tricky thing to put any word referencing booze in your band name – what if one of its members has to go to rehab? – but this nifty little tune sounds like Polyphonic Spree crossed with Sunny Day Sets Fire. Big, catchy, and a little dark.

Hunter Valentine – The Stalker
Girl power! This all-girl trio – from Brooklyn, of course – kicks some serious tail. Plus, they serve as a good antidote to the toxic mess that follows.

Lolene – Rich (Fake It Til You Make It)
And here we…go.

Listen, I know that music is about rebellion, blowing off steam, getting a little crazy, blah blah blah. But look at this chorus:

I talk like I’m rich, I walk like I’m rich
I spend like I’m rich, but I ain’t got no money
I think like I’m rich, I drink like I’m rich
I live like I’m rich / Hey hey, Hollywood
Fake it til I make it, fake it til I make it

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

I know that the kiddos are dazzled by celebrity culture, and how even Asian leprechaun attention whores and New Jersey dropouts can be considered “stars” in some warped definition of the word. But this whole ‘act like you’re rolling in dough’ thing is just irresponsible. So you’re maxing out your credit cards in order to give off the impression that you’re fabulous. I reiterate: you’re putting on a show for people who don’t know you, in the hopes that…what, exactly? Someone will make a star out of you because you’re living the lifestyle? (Not life, mind you, but lifestyle.) What happens when it doesn’t work out? You’re bankrupt, both literally and figuratively.

Here’s the thing, kids: fame ain’t all it’s cracked up to be. It is not the end-all-be-all of life, the ultimate goal. And most of the people who are famous, the movie stars, the athletes, they didn’t make it by faking it – they worked really, really hard to get where they are. They didn’t just try to dazzle the bouncers with charm (and if that doesn’t work, a blowjob) in order to get VIP treatment. Our little friend Lolene here is applying for what I call a Fake Celebrity card, the people who are discussed in gossip mags and arrange photo ops with the paparazzi, but will never be invited to George Clooney’s house, or even attend the same parties he goes to. It’s the Siberia of celebritydom. Who in their right minds would want to live there?

So if I find this so offensive, you ask, why am I offering the song for download? Because, if everyone who wants the song downloads it for free, then she won’t make any money from it, thus forcing her to continue to fake it without ever making it. This song sets a bad example, and there are already too many people who think that your lifestyle is more important than your life. The idea of someone actually becoming famous by writing a song about being desperate for fame, well, this might cause time and space to fold on itself. Time to grow up, kids. Get a job, and join the rest of us in the real world.

The really weird part about all this is that Lolene is British. You’d think she’d have more sense than this. I guess there are fame whores all around the world.

Jakob Dylan: Women and Country


RIYL: Bob Dylan, Neko Case, T-Bone Burnett

Jakob Dylan is back for his second solo album, sans Wallflowers, and he’s delivered an Americana gem. There’s not much in the way of the rock or roll here, but that clearly isn’t Dylan’s intention. There’s a mature vibe that sounds not altogether unlike some of the recent output from his dad. Jakob Dylan has teamed with producer and longtime friend T-Bone Burnett (who also produced the Wallflowers’ breakthrough album Bringing Down the Horse) to craft an old-school album of bluesy, alt-country majesty. The addition of the fabulous Neko Case and her backing singer Kelly Hogan adds an extra quality that lifts the songs to a higher plane. Instrumental enhancement from pedal steel guitar, fiddle and banjo also help to generate an authentic, way old-school sound.

Much of the album sounds like it could work as a soundtrack for a Clint Eastwood western about pioneers trying to make it through hard times, and that vibe fits all too well here in this foul economic year of our Lord 2010. “Nothing but the Whole Wide World” and “Down on Our Own Shield” open the album and immediately establish a rich sound with lush, bluesy guitars and the sweet backing vocals from Case and Hogan. “Lend a Hand” mixes it up a little by adding in some horns that conjure the Preservation Hall Jazz Band sound of New Orleans. “We Don’t Live Here Anymore” comes out with a somber vibe, but in solidarity with those suffering from home foreclosure. The backing vocals provide a haunting quality, and there’s rich texture from some timely banjo plucking by David Mansfield. “Everybody’s Hurting” mines a similar thematic vein, a retro throwback to another time, yet tuned into a lamentable 21st century zeitgeist. Mansfield strikes again by adding some sad fiddle to enhance the vibe.

“Holy Rollers for Love” is a little more uplifting with a major key tone, but still follows the down-tempo American template that informs the album. “Truth for a Truth” conjures a “High Plains Drifter” gunslinger mode with lyrics that speak of “an eye for an eye, a truth for a truth.” “They’ve Trapped Us Boys” is almost a little bit of a hoedown with its walking bass and mandolin strums, and is enhanced with glimmering pedal steel and angelic vocals as Case and Hogan sing “shine a light, shine a light.” “Standing Eight Count” closes the album with a horn intro that sounds similar to the theme from “Rocky,” followed by the album’s strongest beat to wrap it up with something of a triumphant, upbeat vibe. (Columbia 2010)

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Shelby Lynne: Tears, Lies, and Alibis


RIYL: Roseanne Cash, Tift Merritt, Neko Case

It took ten years for Shelby Lynne to declare I Am Shelby Lynne, following her little-noticed first life as a glossed over country-pop singer from the late ’80s to the mid ’90s. This period was so little noticed, in fact, that I Am Shelby Lynne earned her a “Best New Artist” Grammy in 2001, even though the not-so-unknown Epic label had released her 1989 debut a full ten years prior. But we all know how with-it the Grammys are.

Anyway, since then, Shelby has done a little western swing (Restless), some Dusty Springfield covers (2008’s Just a Little Lovin’), and now she returns to roost in a mostly stripped back, rootsy country vibe with Tears, Lies, and Alibis. A little bit of Dusty’s Memphis soul from the last album informs this disc, but for the most part, this is country music as it was meant to be – about real life situations, and with no gimmicky production tricks or cynical modern pop chord changes and productions.

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The stripped back production is especially welcome in light of the beautiful directness of songs like “Family Tree,” which is as bitter and biting as similar minded tracks by Elvis Costello and Bob Dylan; or “Alibi,” which packs its main wallop via low key vocal harmonies that are deservedly allowed to step forward each time before the chorus hook. They only show for a few seconds each time, but that’s all the time they need to make their point.

At ten songs, the album is lean, though not a second is wasted. It’s exactly the kind of record that one hopes to find these days – the kind that has no weak moments, that doesn’t drag on too long, and that has a strong enough emotional resonance to keep inviting a return listen. Granted, it’s not going to fit every situation, but on a dreary rainy day, it’s perfectly in sync with the environment. In times of heartbreak, it reads your mind and says what you’re not courageous enough to say. And in times when you just want to hear a solid, well crafted album filled with well written songs, you couldn’t do much better. (Everso 2010)

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