The December podcast will ring out 2009 here on ninebullets. This month there were no themes and no sponsors, just me, a bottle of sweet tea vodka and a huge list of some of my favorite songs of this year. Some made this podcast but most didn’t…not because they were inferior songs, mind you, they just didn’t fit the show. Believe it or not, I do try to maintain even flows throughout these things and avoid too many whiplash tempo changes. Had I made the podcast the day before or the day after I did, it probably would have turned out very, very differently. But I didn’t, and these are the songs that I chose and I’m done apologizing/explaining.

So, here are some of my favorite tracks of 2009 in podcast form. Everyone be safe over the long weekend, nurse your hangovers with the hair of the dog and college bowl games and we’ll see you come 2010.

As always, below you’ll find the track listing for the show. Please tell your friends and Facebook/Twitter followers about it, I’ll greatly appreciate it.

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TRACK LISTING:

  1. Drive-By Truckers – Nine Bullets [00.00.00]
  2. Autopsy IV Commentary [00.04.04]
  3. Scott H. Biram – Sinkin’ Down [00.04.43]
  4. Leroy Powell – Good Morning Little School Girl [00.08.50]
  5. Truckstop Coffee – Laredo Skies [00.13.57]
  6. Autopsy IV Commentary [00.19.02]
  7. Micah Schnabel – Cut Me, Mick [00.20.19]
  8. Chuck Ragan – Rotterdamn [00.23.39]
  9. Matthew Dean Herman – Blackbird [00.26.05]
  10. Drive-By Truckers – Play It All Night Long [00.30.17]
  11. Lucero – Sixes and Sevens [00.35.13]
  12. Tim Barry – Thing Of The Past [00.38.02]
  13. Autopsy IV Commentary [00.42.17]
  14. Cam Penner – Thirteen [00.44.19]
  15. Malcolm Holcombe – A Bigger Plan [00.47.53]
  16. Autopsy IV Commentary [00.50.58]
  17. The Takers – Curse of a Drunk [00.53.08]
  18. Have Gun Will Travel – Wolf In Shepherd’s Clothes [00.57.02]
  19. Autopsy IV Commentary [01.01.41]
  20. Kasey Anderson – I Was A Photograph [01.02.10]


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Man, 2009 was the year of the show for me. I saw about 35 shows in 3 different states, catching everything from Bob Log III with 8 people to Katy Perry with 3000 12 year olds. To be honest, by the end of the year I was suffering from live show burnout and I am currently on a concert hiatus through the remainder of the year. I thought I’d take a day to talk about some of the awesomeness I saw this year….

I managed to catch Malcolm Holcombe here in town on an exceptionally cold night last winter. At some point during the show I texted my wife saying I was at a concert and a comedy show broke out. Live Malcolm was nothing short of awesome, but it’s his between-song banter that immediately comes to mind when I think back on that show. Catching Old Crow at the Tampa Theater also turned out to be a lot better than I expected. Being a seated show I was expecting a lot of pent up energy, but fortunately no one sat. Next up in the review is the Counting Crows / Michael Franti show, another seated show. I’ve said this before and it bears repeating, I am an unapologetic Counting Crows fan and that was my first time ever seeing them. They which met and exceeded every expectation I could have ever had.

The year wasn’t without its disappointments, though. There’s a long list of shows that came through town that were ruined by a lack of attendance. The awesomeness that is William Elliott Whitmore came to town and played for about 10 people, and barely any more than that showed up for the life-altering event that is a Bob Log III show. The few of us that made it to those shows are better people for it.

I made it to four festivals this year; Tropical Heatwave, Nerdapalooza, Deep Blues Festival and the Suburban Home 14th Anniversary Party. Tropical Heatwave was saddled with terrible weather, but made up for it by giving me The Pack A.D. and Eileen Jewell in the same room. Nerdapalooza was just silly, and I mean that in the best way possible. The fest itself suffered horribly from being behind schedule, but that annoying fact was more than made up for by the good people in attendance. Since Nerdapalooza takes place a couple of hours down the road from my home base I will almost definitely make it back in 2010….even if it means bunking with Funky49 and his girlfriend (they don’t know that yet, though). The Deep Blues Festival this year featured an much better venue but was a minor step backwards when it came to the lineup this year. That said, the wife, our friend and myself had a great time. Unfortunately, the Deep Blues Festival is in danger of not existing anymore. Chris (DBF founder) has incurred a silly amount of debt trying to keep the fest afloat and this year’s Fest may not happen at all. I’m deeply saddened by this, ’cause not only do I love the Deep Blues Festival, I also love Minneapolis in the summer. My last festival (if you can call it that) of the year was easily my favorite, The Suburban Home 14th Anniversary Party. Knowing a lot of the bands and a good collection of the people (via the internet) just helped push this one over the top. Everyone I met was awesome, the city was awesome and the lineup just killed…Tim Barry, Two Cow Garage, Jon Snodgrass, Chad Price, The Takers, Austin Lucas….hearing Josh Small for the first time….shit. Upon arriving back home from that weekend I told my wife if we only go to one festival next year, the SH party would be it. So, join us this year. It’s gonna be a.w.e.some.


All of the great shows aside, one show stands out as the best of the year. And when I say stands out I mean there was no competition. The best show I saw in 2009 was, without a doubt, Slim Cessna’s Auto Club in St. Paul, Minneapolis. That show is the kind of shit fish tales are made of. I knew it was the best show of the year as soon as it was over, but now, some 7 months later, I can officially crown it. As a Floridian I’ll probably never get another chance to see them and I’ll be forever grateful that the stars aligned just right so I could catch them in Minneapolis. Their sound was just as big and robust live as it is on cd, while Slim & Jay’s back and forth banter is even more enjoyable in a live environment. They sang on the stage, they sang in the middle of the crowd and they sang at all points in between. Honestly, it was the best show I’d seen since the North Mississippi Allstars/Drive-By Truckers Thanksgiving show @ The Tabernacle in Atlanta way back in 2004 before this blog existed, and might be the best for some time to come…unless I happen to go to Colorado next year for their annual New Year’s Eve show.

Every once in a while, you gotta take a break from arguing about the horn arrangements on the new Lucero record to crack a book. Here are ten I dug in 2009.

01. Nine Lives: Death and Life in New Orleans (Dan Baum)
Baum traces the history of the most corrupt, and most culturally rich, city in the United States from Hurricane Betsy (1965) to Hurricane Katrina. The result is an engrossing journey to the heart of a city so enigmatic, it practically transcends lore. Truth is indeed stranger than fiction.

02. Inherent Vice (Thomas Pynchon)
An homage to The Big Lebowski (and, by proxy, an homage to The Big Sleep), Pynchon’s stoney pulp novel is a quick read, but one you’ll want to go back to a second time to catch everything you missed the first time through.

03. Cheever: A Life (Blake Bailey)
Bailey’s mammoth biography may be more intriguing than anything Cheever himself ever wrote, and Cheever was pretty damn good.

04. Sag Harbor (Colson Whitehead)
Whitehead’s coming-of-age tale examines racism, classism, and a whole shitload of other -ism’s without getting bogged down in platitudes, rhetoric, or soapbox pontification.

05. A Bright and Guilty Place (Richard Rayner)
Another “biography of a city,” Rayner’s rumination on the seedy under and upper bellies of Los Angeles is as enthralling as it is informative. Sort of like reading a very long tabloid, if tabloids employed people who actually knew how to write.

06. The Book of Basketball (Bill Simmons)
I’ve not yet finished Simmons’ epic tome on the past, present, and future of the National Basketball Association, because it is approximately 13,000 pages long, but so far, it is the most enjoyable book I’ve ever read on the subject of the NBA, and I’m relatively sure I’ve read ‘em all.

07. Changing My Mind (Zadie Smith)
Why is it that I feel like every book Zadie Smith writes is the best book Zadie Smith has ever written? She just keeps getting better, as proven by this collection of essays.

08. Pops: The Life of Louis Armstrong (Terry Teachout)
I’m a Louis Armstrong junkie, so this one comes with a caveat: If you’re looking for a biography full of reverence and admiration for Satchmo, Teachout’s biography is for you. If your interest in Louis Armstrong – and/or jazz in general – is cursory at best, you’ll likely be better off avoiding this one.

09. Zeitoun (Dave Eggers)
Eggers wrote two brilliant books in 2009. Wild Things, his companion piece to the Spike Jonze film adaptation of Maurice Sendak’s seminal children’s book, is as touching a portrait of a broken-home-in-repair as I’ve ever read. However, Zeitoun, the story of one man’s insistence on protecting his home from the ravages of Hurricane Katrina while an entire city fled, is a jarring, moving, and unforgettable story. History will judge the Bush Administration as a collection dishonest, blood-and-oil-thirsty warmongers, but their greatest failure may well have been the immense catastrophe that occurred in the days following Hurricane Katrina.

10. Lowboy (John Wray)
Will Heller, a paranoid schizophrenic, goes off his meds and retreats to New York City’s subway system, winding through is own (perhaps justified) paranoia and the structure that keeps his city moving and vibrant. If Wray keeps this up, he’ll a lot have more in common with Jonathan Lethem than place of residence.


Everyone be safe and remember, a cab ride home tonight beats the shit out of Christmas morning in a holding cell.

See y’all next week.

Run DMC – Christmas In Hollis