Well, here we are on our seventh podcast and I think I’ve gotten the swing of things. No longer do I feel too silly talking to myself in the middle of the night, and I think I’ve really figured out how to use Mixcraft. What does that mean for you? It means that the actual creation of them will be much easier, so a greater amount of attention can be paid to the overall mixing/leveling/mastering of them. All of this will be good. Now, let’s get on with the show.

This month’s got a good chunk of unreleased material on it. We’ve got tracks from upcoming cds by Lucero, Strawfoot and Micah Schnabel (Two Cow Garage) as well as new material from brand new cds by Drivin’ & Cryin’ and Chuck Ragan. The new Lucero album is coming out on October 6 and if you live in the Tampa/St. Pete area there will be a listening party at Vinyl Fever which features pizza courtesy of yours truly but more on that in October (editors note: this was supposed to be posted in Sept.). I dunno why but for some reason in the middle of this podcast I got a hair up my ass and decided to feature nothing but female fronted bands. Why I did it aside, there is some awesome material included on the back half of the podcast including a track from Betty-Soo, an artist I was introduced to via the excellent blog, A Truer Sound.

And that’s all I gots to say about this months podcast. It’s awesome. You should listen and post about it on your blog, facebook, myspace and livejournal site. You should play it when you have sex with your self/boy/girl/person i met an hour ago friend. And you MUST come back for the October podcast! Why? Let’s get into that….

The October podcast is gonna be the first themed podcast. See, back in August some folks and myself on Twitter came up with the idea that October should be a #beerpodcast and we started getting the word out. The idea is for folks to send me some of their regional brews and I sample them/comment on them during the podcast. I think this is a fantastic idea because…well, for one, I get free booze but also because Florida has CRAP for beer selection where as the rest of y’all get all these awesome craft brews that I want to drink. Everyone tells me that if I’d ever had ______________ then I’d think Fat Tire was shit but we don’t even get Fat Tire, much less ______________ here so how would I know? So, you have a favorite craft brew? Mail me a bottle (address on the about page) and I’ll try it and as a thank you one day I’ll mail you the bottle back full of some of my personal homebrew. It’s a win-win situation. I hope to start getting box upon box of beer on my doorstep but that’s not all…..NO! The October podcast is also gonna be musical themed…

Since October is all about Halloween then we’re gonna celebrate death with the October podcast. It’s gonna be nothing but murder ballads and devil songs. If you have a favorite murder ballad of devil song….email it to me. We’ll celebrate Halloween and irritate the devil dodgers.

~ Autopsy IV (twitter/facebook/myspace)

Here is this month’s track listing:

  1. Adam’s House Cat – Nine Bullets
  2. Autopsy IV Commentary
  3. Glossary – Lonely is a Town
  4. Micah Schnabel – American Static
  5. Lucero – Mom
  6. Autopsy IV Commentary
  7. Strawfoot – Churchyard Cough
  8. Drivin’ & Cryin’ – I See Georgia
  9. Chuck Ragan – Glory
  10. Autopsy IV Commentary
  11. Dan Bern – Chick Singers
  12. Betty-Soo – Never Knew No Love
  13. Eilen Jewell – High Shelf Booze
  14. Jessica Lea Mayfield – Kiss Me Again
  15. Alela Diane & Alina Hardin – Amidst The Moment
  16. Autopsy IV Commentary
  17. Amanda Blank – Something Bigger, Something Better
  18. Kristeenyoung – Comfort Is Never A Goal

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Monday night the wife and I ventured across the bridge to see one of my wife’s favorite bands from the 80’s, The Psychedelic Furs. This show also marked my second trip to the refurbished (and beautiful) Ritz Theater. The Ritz is quickly becoming one of my favorite places to catch a show.

Opening band, The Happy Mondays did The Furs no favors, acting disinterested for the bulk of their set, requiring a teleprompter for their lyrics and offering little to no stage presence. It was so bad that I actually contemplated booing and heckling them in between songs. Yup, I was seriously on the edge of being the “Freebird” guy. By the end of their set the crowd had had enough and started to pay both the bar and their friends more attention than the band. I don’t even remember the exact moment they left the stage, I just suddenly stopped needing to yell. In a sentence, the Happy Monday’s sucked out loud and I hope they never return to Tampa again.

Needless to say, the opening act failed the Furs and they were gonna need something special to get it back. I guess they knew that as well, ’cause they opened the show with what is arguably their biggest hit, “Love My Way”.

Mission Accomplished.

Polar opposites of The Happy Mondays on stage, the Furs were engaged, appreciative of the crowd and seemingly excited to still be playing those songs. They sang, they danced and the crowd followed suit, singing along and just generally getting their retro on. Now I have to admit I’m not the biggest Psychedelic Furs fan in Tampa, so I spent a lot of their set crowd-watching and it seemed like everyone was having one hell of a time and by the end of the show my wife was all smiles (thanks guys!). I asked her if they played all the songs a fan would want to hear and she seemed to think they had, so I’d say the show was a success.

Hell, I’d go see them again. It was really refreshing to see a “retro” band that at least looks like they’re still touring and playing those old songs cause they love them, rather than because they’re six months behind on their mortgages.

The Psychedelic Furs – Love My Way
The Psychedelic Furs – Pretty In Pink
The Psychedelic Furs – Heartbreak Beat (as featured in this weeks episode of Glee)


Oh, Tampa/St. Pete. Please, please, please don’t let me down. The DJ and his records and that theme night at [insert club here] will all be there next weekend, and every monotonous weekend thereafter, but Truckstop Coffee and Joe Buck are only gonna be here this weekend. Get out and see a show…


One of the bands routinely championed on and on the podcast is Lake Worth’s Truckstop Coffee (pictured above, photo by elawgrrl). Saturday night they’ll be at New World Brewery celebrating the release of their excellent new CD, For Dear Life. The album has been out for a couple of weeks now, and if I hadn’t been such a lazy bastard lately, there would already be a glowing review of it posted here for me to link to, but if you like your rock ‘n’ roll in the vein of Two Cow Garage and Lucero, you’ll dig the band.  If you wanna maximize your drunken sing-along opportunities, then head on over to their site, buy a digital copy of the album and listen to it nonstop from now until Saturday night (it’s offered on a pay-what-you-want basis). Then we’ll all raise a glass and sing them old sad songs together whilst buying lots of merchandise and supporting our Florida-grown talents.

The band has been running around the Southeast for the past couple of weeks in support of For Dear Life, and apparently the road decided to bite back. Larry, the drummer, fell head first into a campfire, which resulted in a couple of nights in a Georgia burn unit (for his hand, not his head). Bob, the bassist, managed to break a rib, and then Caleb and Pete witnessed a truck flipping on the interstate at 70 mph. In other words, the band could really use some support right now. I’m hoping you guys will come through.

Truckstop Coffee – Ghost Or An Angel
Truckstop Coffee – Laredo Skies


Some of you live on the other side of the water than New World (like myself) and don’t wanna drive across the bridge, drink beer and then have to drive back. I get that and it’s a valid reason to stay home. Normally. But this Saturday we’re blessed with shows on both sides of the Bay, ’cause the devil that is Joe Buck (former Hank III bassist) is back in town and will be preaching his tales of murder and Satan at The Emerald. I think this will be a much improved venue for Joe from the Dave’s Aqua Lounge shows of past. I think that getting him off that stage and down on the floor and into the mix will work wonders for his show. Trust me, I think you’ll enjoy Buck’s performance and The Emerald is the perfect place to see it.

Joe Buck – Devil Is On His Way
Joe Buck – Evil Motherfucker From Tennessee

So there you go. Two awesome shows, one on each side of the water, no fucking excuses. Come out, watch a rock show and drink beer with regular people…no Axe Body Spray or bedazzled Ed Hardy shirts required.


Autopsy IV: This post comes from a long time reader, Adam Fenwick. It’s nice to see a review of the Truckers. It’s been so long since they’ve come to the Tampa Bay area I’ve almost forgotten what THE ROCK SHOW is like. Hope y’all enjoy.

It had been more than a year since I last saw the best damn band on the planet, the Drive-By Truckers, live in concert, which is far too long. So, when my brothers girlfriend emailed me asking if I knew anyone interested in attending a DBT show at the House of Blues in Myrtle Beach, S.C., on Aug. 21, I immediately thought of myself.

So, I took a day off of work and made the four hour drive to Wilmington, N.C., to meet up with my brother and his girlfriend before driving the additional hour and a half to Myrtle Beach. The trip itself was nothing compared to the party that would ensue in the House of Blues.

We arrived just as Tift Merritt was starting up her set before the ROCK SHOW. I’ve heard some of her music before, but I can honestly say I was never very impressed with her, but she was certainly a good opening act that warmed up the crowd before the main event.

When the Truckers finally hit the stage after the half-hour lull between sets, the crowd was more then ready. They opened with The Great Car Dealer War and the ROCK SHOW was on.

One Of These Days? Check. Love Like This? Check. Lookout Mountain? Check.

At one point, Patterson calmly stopped the show and began to talk about the recently past Jim Dickinson, the father of Cody & Luther Dickinson of the North Mississippi Allstars. He thanked Mr. Dickinson for all of his efforts through the years and dedicated “Let There Be Rock” to the legendary pianist.

In addition to all the regular DBT staples, like Road Cases (with extended intro), Heathens and Women Without Whiskey, a few new ones were pulled out. Shonna sang what had to be a new song since I’ve never heard it before and there was at least one other song, sung by Patterson or Cooley, that I wasn’t familiar with either. New material they are testing out perhaps?

As the show moved forward the band pulled out all the stops, including a booming cover of Neil Young‘s “Keep On Rockin’ In The Free World” that had the crowd in an absolute craze. In fact, the crowd may have been a bit too crazy, because for the second-straight time at a DBT show, a fight broke out right in front of me. One guy, who had been asked to chill by security once already, was being escorted out by being pulled over the front guardrail when all hell broke loose.

Two guys got to shoving and throwing punches and my brothers girlfriend was nearly thrown to the ground in the confusion (which didn’t sit well with him at all). But, just as he always does, Patterson took the incident in stride by saying as the hooligans were escorted out by security: “That’s what you get for trying to fuck up our rock show!”

Oh, and least I forget, one guy got on stage but was promptly ripped in half by two security guards. Ahh…what a fun night at the ROCK SHOW.

Anyway, the band closed with an amazing version of “Angels and Fuselage” which I’ve never heard live before. As the song wound down each member of the band, starting with Patterson, simply put their instrument down, waved to the crowd and exited the stage. It was a classy ending to a great ROCK SHOW.

Drive-By Truckers – Let There Be Rock
Drive-By Truckers – The Living Bubba
Drive-By Truckers – Perfect Timing

The songs are off the Truckers latest album, Live From Austin, Texas (9b write up) which can be purchased here.


I have been a huge Elbow fan for years but had never been able to get to one of their shows, so when I saw that they would be opening for Coldplay I thought 2 things: hooray for finally getting to see this band that I love, and boo for having to see them as an opener for Coldplay.  Then they announced that they were going to do a small handful of headlining shows in the US, the closest one to me being in Atlanta, and I was ecstatic.  I bought my $20 tickets, booked a hotel room and started counting the days until the show.

Suddenly 4 months had passed and we were driving past the venue looking for a parking space, eyeballing at the line of people leading from the doors of the Center Stage theater as it stretched down the street to the corner and starting to make a right angle down the block.  We were there 30 minutes before doors and there had to already be 50+ people there ahead of us, so I resigned myself right there to the fact that I was never going to get anywhere near the stage.  When the doors finally opened and we got inside the venue, I was amazed that there was hardly anyone down on the floor in front of the stage, instead people had gone the seats.  Their laziness was my gain and I took my place up at the front.  Killing time (and vodka) before the show, I chatted with the people around me.  Turns out I was not only not the only one to have traveled to the show, I had not even remotely traveled the farthest as I ended up striking up a conversation with someone from Portland who had seen them all over the country.  “See?” I told my boyfriend, “I’m not crazy.”  He simply countered that I was just not the craziEST.  Fair enough.

Right on time Guy Garvey, Elbow’s frontman, came out to introduce their opener, Jesca Hoop.  He joked that she doesn’t have a band because they weren’t going to pay for one then out came an unassuming chick with a guitar.  She reminded me of Regina Spektor with a touch more white chick soul.  Not Janis soul, maybe more like Joni- or Judy-type soul.

Finally it was time for the main act and they opened the show with a bang, or rather a blare.  Five band members with trumpets lined the front of stage and kicked off “Starlings” to a cheering crowd that had finally gotten out of their seats and filled up the floor.  The small stage in this intimate 1100 capacity venue was also full, with the 5 members of Elbow with their guitars, drums, keyboards, horns, etc, plus 2 (rather well-endowed) violinists.  Guy worked the crowd like a carnival barker, joking around and even giving props to a girl who held up a sign taking credit for a thread on their message board that praised keyboardist Craig Potter.  And there were singalongs.  Lots of them.  And I love that shit.  I love being a part of a chorus of thousands (or in this case hundreds), especially when it’s to music from a band I adore.

As we all sang along to the chorus of “On A Day Like This”, I knew that this moment in time is why we drove 7 1/2 hours for 3 1/2 hours of Elbow, and it was soooo well worth it.  Yep, this show was pretty much perfect, I even got a setlist.  Oh yes, I went full teenage fangirl for this show and I’m proud of it.  I’ve already warned the boyfriend that I fully intend to travel as far as needed to see them should they come back across the pond, and they’re so good I’d even consider still seeing them as an opener if they come back when Coldplay reschedules their Tampa show.  Maybe.

We didn’t know Elbow had a relaxed camera policy so we’d left the SLR at the hotel, so forgive the uber graininess but you can see more pix from the show here.

Elbow – On A Day Like This
Elbow – Starlings


You know the term “better late than never”? Well if ever it applied to anything, it applies to me finally writing about these guys. I dunno why, but I’ve managed to find more reasons not to write about this album than I could to avoid a prostate exam. It ain’t cause I don’t like the album either. Quite the contrary, I friggin’ love it and finally….I’m gonna tell y’all about it and then you, too, can love it and buy it and all will be right with the world.

Roppongi’s Ace are Alex Spoto (Vocals, Guitar, Fiddle), Max Norton (Drums) and Jesse Norton (Bass). They originate outta the Tampa Bay area, but life and school currently has them strewn out all over the Eastern seaboard. That said, Roppongi’s Ace are still alive and well, playing shows whenever they can all get together. Last year they all came together in the St. Petersburg based Zen Recording Studios and laid the framework for what would be their debut cd, Into The Night.

Into The Night was recorded live over the course of a week with local pedal steel guitarist Tommy Cooper joining in on the sessions to give the band’s sound a little more dimension.

And what about that sound?

Man, far be it for me to compare one unsigned local act to another local act in a completely different state, but god damnit…that’s exactly what I am gonna do. I am gonna say Roppongi’s Ace remind me of faves, Minneapolis based A Night In The Box, but with double the rock, half the blues and no hats. One might say it sounds like the material The Black Crowes were making before any of us knew who they were. A sort of fly by the seat of your pants Southern rock with just enough twang to make you wanna drink your beer from a can.

Into The Night is not only essential listening, it very well may be the best local album release this year…Check ’em out & buy their shit.

Roppongi’s Ace – Waiting For The Day
Roppongi’s Ace – 1955
Roppongi’s Ace – So It Goes

Roppongi’s Ace’s Official Site, Roppongi’s Ace on myspace, Buy Into The Night


In the hours after penning my little fuck you to the Tampa/St. Pete music fan base I got to thinking. There’s a line in the Outkast song, “Git Up, Git Out”, that says; “You need to git up, git out and git somethin / Cuz you and I got to do for you and I.” I started thinking, instead of bitching about how lazy the Bay Area music fan has become, instead of railing against the DJ culture of Tampa, instead of being a whiny bitch about it, why not try and help the people who are trying to change things in the area. And we’re going to. Just as soon as we finish this other thing…. None of this has anything to do with the Thx Mgmt show Friday night @ New World Brewery except that they’re in the same spirit…

So, on with the show.

Following my rant, Shawn Beauville from the Beauvilles emailed me to inform me of a little tour his band was taking part in. The idea was to get a collection of bands together who can pull within their own markets and put them all on the road together with the “home band” headlining their respective market. In this case, the bands are; The Beauvilles (Tampa), Thomas Wynn & The Believers (Orlando) and Shawn Fisher and the Jukebox Gypsies (Jacksonville). Joining them on the Tampa date is The Junkyard Kings. Not only is the spirit of this show something I can get behind, but the lineup has something for everyone who likes their music played live and loud right in front of them. Seems Thx Mgmt might be coming to the same conclusions as I am, cause right on the tails of this show comes The Citrus Circuit Tour featuring a whole other slew of Florida bands.  But more on that later this month.

Anyhow, come on, Tampa. Come on, St. Pete. Get out to New World on Friday night and celebrate/support your local musicians. Till then, here is a sampling of what you’ll hear:

The Junkyard Kings – Just Enough
Shawn Fisher & The Jukebox Gypsies – Wandering
Thomas Wynn & The Believers – It’s Alright
The Beauvilles – Snow


Bob Log came. Bob Log saw. Bob Log asked us to shit down his leg.

To say that Bob Log kicked ass is an illustration of words not doing a show justice.

To say that you missed a fantastic show is less a declaration and more of a me pointing and laughing at you…the lazy scene that is Tampa/St. Pete.

So yeah, Bob Log came and, in typical fashion, Tampa/St. Pete didn’t.

You Suck.

Bob Log fucking ruled.

They say a picture is worth a thousand words, so I’m gonna let James’ photos do the rest of the talking since all I wanna talk about is how shitty the Bay area’s music scene is and how sick I am of making excuses for it….It rained. Gasparilla is 278 days away…etc. etc. But before I go, lemme ask you Tampa, lemme ask you St. Pete: Why is it Orlando’s music scene can be so damned good and ours so freaking shitty?


Edit: I wrote this is a fevered pace 1/2 drunk an hour after the show. Sober, I thought about deleting it and moving on but then I decided it needs to be said. The Tampa/St. Pete music crowd has gotten so complacent it’s almost…no…is…it is embarrassing. So there. I said it and I feel better for it.
Bob Log III – Goddamn Sounds Good
Bob Log III – My Shit Is Perfect
Bob Log III – Boob Scotch


Last week Jason Isbell brought his version of the rock show to Tampa for the third time since his split from the Truckers. Much like the Shackshaker’s show a couple of weeks ago, I’ve seen enough Isbell shows that at this point it’s getting redundant to write the same review each time he comes to town. That said, this seemed like a good time to give the ol’ “live tweet” thing another run. Here are the results:

Isbell has started & they sound great.
@autopsy4: New drummer?
@autopsy4: Killing it. A few years ago Jason was so timid as the front man. Now, 100% confident.
@autopsy4: God damn lonely love. FUCK YES!!!!!
@autopsy4: Must be the Truckers cover segment of the show. Color me happy! Remember when the Truckers played Tampa?
@autopsy4: Surprised he’s playing Dress Blues so early.
@autopsy4: @BroStephenScott I miss the Truckers w/Jason too.
@autopsy4: We’re at the Browan’s song part of the show. He needs a new song.
@autopsy4: – Another club gets the love
@autopsy4: No Isbell show would be complete w/o Outfit
@autopsy4: The drunk guy in front of me thinks the words to the song are “slobber slobber slobber slob”
@autopsy4: Same drunk dude likes to tell the band how much they rock at every lull.
@autopsy4: Covering Patterson’s Killer
@autopsy4: Rather. The Assassin
@autopsy4: I need a Twitter app with customizable automatic has tags
@autopsy4: It is the witching hour. Imma bout to have to go regardless of show completion

There you go. Prior to the show I was curious how the newer, more mellow material would go over live. Honestly, I really just wanted the new songs to be over. I miss the rocking Jason…a lot. I like the new album in my car, but I’m not sure I dig it very much in a live environment.

Jason Isbell & The 400 Unit – Outfit
Jason Isbell & The 400 Unit – Goddamn Lonely Love
Jason Isbell & The 400 Unit – Grown

Patterson Hood – The Assassin


I wanna take a moment to drop some love on the opening act, Red Cortez. Maybe I go to too many shows, maybe I’m jaded or maybe I’m just a prick but I usually try to get to shows sometime after the opening act has taken the stage and I rarely pay them any mind. Red Cortez wasn’t to be any different.

Then they started playing.

I’d love to tell you I got up off my ass, ran inside and watched their entire set but that’s not how it played out. I didn’t go inside, I opted instead to watch the show through the glass doors of the club but was impressed enough to buy their EP off their web site the next day.

Red Cortez is a quartet out of California. They have an EP entitled, Hands To The Wall. While short (6 tracks) it’s as catchy as man-bear-pig flu. Musically it really reminds me of The Zutons sometimes while lyrically it’s smart and topical.

You can buy the album off the bands web site and I recommend you do.

Red Cortez – Laughing Streetcar
Red Cortez – World At Rest


In the interest of full disclosure, I am an utter and complete Ben Folds fangirl, so this is not objective reporting.  I love pretty much everything he’s done, both solo and with The Ben Folds Five.  I was so excited for this show I could hardly stand having to go to work on Friday instead of getting in line outside the venue so I could be at the front of the crowd for the general admission show.

Well, we all know what happens with the best laid plans of mice and fangirls…we not only didn’t get there early, we completely missed the opening band.  I usually try to catch the openers for my faves since I like hearing the music that they believe works well with their own sound, so I was pretty bummed.  Then I became even more bummed as I heard over and over from people I spoke to that Jukebox’s set was awesome.  And then I checked out their myspace page and it became clear that I missed something good.  Hopefully they come back around on their own so I can redeem myself by catching them next time.  I’m definitely planning to at least get a hold of their cd, Let Live and Let Ghosts, so I can hear more.

By the time we got in and worked our way down to the floor, the crowd was 10 people thick from the stage before you hit the passive aggressive layer.  You know, the ‘accidental’ elbow and the ‘omg, so sorry’ beer spill, when you’re just trying to move into an open area in the crowd?  I try hard to avoid that layer because I don’t have much passive in me and I was in way too good a mood to fight, so we chilled on the perimeter and waited patiently.  Ben hit the stage at 9, a half an hour early according to LiveNations’s site, and after a brief howdy to the crowd he sat at the piano and got to work.  While I was expecting him to focus mainly on Way to Normal, I was ecstatic that he went all over his back catalogue during the two hour concert, even playing stuff from The Five.  He even played a couple “fake” tracks from the self-leaked fake version of the current album.

The absolute hands-down pinnacle of my night was getting to be a part of “Not The Same”.  I’ve heard so many live versions of this song, and finally I was one of the people being led by Ben in 3-part harmony.  I love the vibe of being at a concert where everyone knows the words and is so into the moment.  Well, by this time we had moved up to the balcony and from my perch I could hear the whole room swell with sound as we started, stopped and started again, with Ben conducting the crowd from the front of the stage.  He wrapped up the night with “Army”, which also has parts for crowd participation, and thank goodness he saved it for the last song because I was about to pass out from dehydration from all the singing and dancing…and also from being too enraptured to go back to the bar (yes, he’s THAT good).  Oh, and while we didn’t get a personalized version of “Rock This Bitch”, we did get an impromptu song about his day in Tampa, including going “to a diner that wasn’t a diner named something-Mouth” and then going to have sushi, even though he didn’t like sushi so he just had a California roll.  Awesomness.

This is the first show I’ve seen at the newly renovated Ritz theater (formerly The Masquerade, which was formerly The Ritz) and I was totally impressed.  The main room is definitely better suited for concerts IMO, with a larger main floor and a nice bar set into the wall on the right (where the lovely Brittany took great care of us), while the two side rooms offer a nice place for bands to set up merch and for smokers to go have a quick cig break, since apparently the main room is smoke free.  I’m already looking forward to seeing my next show there, whatever it may be.

Check out Jukebox the Ghost on myspace.  You can also hear what I’m talking about with “Not The Same”, on an only slightly grander scale, below.

Ben Folds Live With The Western Australia Symphony Orchestra- Not the Same

See more pix from the show here.