[Playlist] Ninebullets Radio – 09.28.2013 – 88.5FM WMNF Tampa

Been MIA for a while. I know. It’s not been due to depression though. Just up to my ears in shit that has to get done at work and at the home. Shit seems to be slowing down now though. So, like me, carve out 2 hours for the archive of the show.

Below is the playlist for September 28, 2013 [Artist – Song (Album)]

01. Weary Boys – Cruel Corrina (Good Times)
02. Jason Isbell – Live Oak (Southeastern)
03. Mat D and the Profane Saints – Carry me to Canaan (Holyoke)
04. The White Buffalo – The Whistler (Shadows, Greys and Evil Ways)
05. The Wood Brothers – I Got Loaded (The Muse)
06. JD McPherson – Why Lady Why (High Cotton)
07. Valerie June – Wanna Be On Your Mind (Pushin’ Against A Stone)
08. Left Lane Cruiser – Electrify (Rock Them Back To Hell)
09. Leroy Powell – Good Morning Little School Girl (Paranoid)
10. JD Wilkes & The Dirt Daubers – Wild Moon (Wild Moon)
11. Matt Woods – Deadman’s Blues <--- BRAND NEW
12. Lucero – The Closer You Get (High Cotton)
13. Bonnie Whitmore – The Gavel (There I Go Again)
14. Joe Pug – Not So Sure (Messenger)
15. Jake Bugg – Someone Told Me (Jake Bugg)
16. The Steeldrivers – Shallow Grave (Hammer Down)
17. Arliss Nancy – Wild American Runners (Wild AMerican Runners)
18. Those Crosstown Rivals – Kentucky Woman (TCR/Arliss Split)
19. Hellbound Glory – The Feud
20. John Mellencamp – Longest Days (On The Rural Route)
21. John Moreland – 3:59 AM (In The Throes)
22. Deer Tick – Goodbye, Dear Friend (The Black Dirt Sessions)
23. Will Quinlan and The Diviners – The Thieving Life (Navasota)
24. Have Gun Will Travel – Finer Things (Fiction, Fact or Folktale?)
25. Truckstop Coffee – Ghost or an Angel (For Dear Life)
26. American Aquarium – Burn. Flicker. Die (Burn. Flicker. Die)
27. Two Cow Garage – Hey Cinderella (The Death of the Self-Preservation Society)
28. Todd May – Alphabet City (Rickerbacker Girls)
29. Matt Woods – Deadman’s Blues

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Episode 143: aired 09.28.2013

THE ROCK REPORT – DEEP BLUES FESTIVAL

It’s taken me quite some time to get around to writing this recap. Personally, I find that when writing about festivals it’s best to marinate on them for a while after they’re over. This lets the truly enjoyable moments rise to the top, and such is the case with the Deep Blues Festival.

My personal experience for this year’s festival was night and day from last. See, last year I went up to Minneapolis alone and didn’t know anyone. So as a result, it was all about the music. I saw every song by every band. This year things were different, not only did I take the wife and her friend with me, but over the past year I’d managed to become decent friends with many of the bands playing the fest. An added distraction was that the festival was in a bar this year, which not only allowed for simultaneous shows to be occurring inside as well as outside, but it also allowed a person to drink just as much as they pleased (and we did). So, while it was as much a social event as it was a music event for me this year, it was also 100% more fun. I think Chris has really struck gold by moving the festival to The Cabooze. It’s right on the light rail line with easy access to downtown restaurants and hotels and was a mighty upgrade from the field it was held in last year. Even the weather gods smiled upon this change and mostly kept the rain away. Enough about that though, let’s talk about the music a little.

Thursday night, after being up since 5:30 in the morning, we pounded a few drinks at the hotel and headed out to The Cabooze for a little Left Lane Cruiser / Radio Moscow action. We’d caught Left Lane in an empty bar here in St. Pete a few days before, so it was nice to catch them in a packed house where everyone knew all the words to all the songs. The band was obviously feeding off this energy as the show wore on, playing requests as well as a healthy selection of songs from their upcoming album. At one point during their set, Brenn (drummer) missed his drum and broke his finger on the edge of it. Instead of calling it a night, Brenn just duct taped the drumstick to his hand and soldiered on…if that ain’t rock and roll then I don’t even know what is. Unfortunately we were only able to catch 2 songs from Radio Moscow, but the early hours & excessive whiskey finally got the upper hand and we had to find a bed. I think I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.

Friday morning came and some seriously cold (for a Floridian) weather came with it, so after breakfast/early lunch I sent the wife and our friend downtown to buy us some warmer clothes. All of this resulted in us getting to the festival a lot later than we’d planned, but what are you gonna do? I’m from Florida- I do heat, not cold. We got there in time to see everyone I needed to, so let’s run through some of the highlights.

One band that came highly recommended from my buddy here in Florida was Red Clay River. Their mournful country sounds were exactly what I needed on a chilly Friday afternoon. Friday was a weird day. As I’ve said before, it was cold (even for Minnesota) and my wife and her friend were drinking at an utterly freakish pace. I mean, I’m not complaining, it was just sort of weird to see her bringing me a fresh beverage while there was still 1/4 of a drink left in my current one. While reminiscing about the festival this week, my wife had this to say about Friday, “I remember at one point thinking, I’ve never been this fucked up in public before in my life and the sun is still up.” As the day wore on, we drank with Brenn from LLC, Parker from Radio Moscow, Scotty from Poopdeflex and there is cloudy recollection of there being others, but nothing concrete. One of the “must see” bands of the festival for me was Davina & the Vagabonds, and I was center stage when they got started. Davina & The Vagabonds. In a word: sexy. In a tweet: “Davina and the Vagabonds. Music you should fuck to.“ These guys (and gal) are truly an undiscovered gem hanging out in Minneapolis. Between trips to the bar, greenroom, inside stages, outside stages & BS sessions with folks, we caught bits and pieces of Smokestack, Gravelroad, Deadeye and Porkchop, before settling in at one of the outside stages to catch the last ever performance of American Relay. They rocked the stage like there was no tomorrow and our little scene will be worse off without them. After the American Relay show we managed to catch a little bit of the T-Model Ford show before we had to leave to catch the Slim Cessnas Auto Club show in St. Paul (more on that tomorrow).

A neat story. On the way home Friday night I get an email from Matthew Dean Herman (wrote about him here). Turns out, he was in Minneapolis from Anchorage, Alaska so his daughter could attend a hockey camp. He was interested in checking out DBF before he had to leave on Saturday. I send an email back telling him how cool that would be, gave him my cell number and told him where we were staying. Turns out he was staying literally 4 doors down from us. It’s a small world indeed.

Sunday morning came and the revelry of the prior day and night had a price that needed to be paid. I finally got the wife and co. up and moving and we got to DBF in time to get a few whiskey drinks in me before Poopdeflex took the stage. Now Poopdeflex had come highly recommended from fellow Ft. Wayne resident Brenn (Left Lane Cruiser) as an act that needed to be witnessed. Poopdeflex plays a version of the blues that dabbles in metal and punk as much as it does the blues, while his treatment of the crowd is planted firmly in “hostile”, dropping nuggets such as, “God damn, they make folks ugly up here is Minnesota”, “I hear there’s are really good band playing inside, maybe you fuckers should go in there and check them out…I won’t mind” & “I hate critics, and I hate fans too”. We thought it was hilarious, but the bulk of the Minnesotans failed to see the humor in it. As the day wore on I managed to match the drinking pace the wife set the night before, while she limped along. We wandered back and forth between the inside stage and the outside stages until an (at the time) unknown gem by the name of Tom VandenAvond grabbed us by the backs of our heads. He also plays in The Woodsboss, which is the band that formed in the wake of The Weary Boys…a fact (him being a member) I didn’t know until I was talking to him later in the day. Later came the highlight of the entire weekend, The Black Diamond Heavies. Anytime the Black Diamond Heavies are in the house, odds are they’re the highlight and it’s a burden they’re proud to carry. They managed to put on the typical show, which is to say it was fucking awesome. After the Heavies I gotta be honest, my night devolves into a whiskey induced haze….a byproduct of this year’s fest being as much a social event as it was a musical event, which is to say it was fucking awesome.

Sunday, instead of going to the Gospel brunch, we elected to spend our last few hours in Minneapolis sight-seeing. We had brunch at this place called the Uptown where we drank Bloody Marys in pint glasses we got to keep and ate burgers with bacon and eggs on them. All in all, while some of the evenings started to blur and the lineup wasn’t as heavyweight-studded as last year’s, it made up for that by ramping the fun level up tenfold. As we boarded the plane to come home Sunday afternoon, the wife and her friend were already making plans to return for the fest next year.

Hopefully, there will be a next year.

Next week I’ll post a photoblog of the weekend and an interview or two.

Left Lane Cruiser – Big Mama
American Relay – Bonedry
Davina and the Vagabonds – St. Michael Vs. the Devil
Red Clay River – Letters To The Sky
Tom VandenAvond – Bones
Black Diamond Heavies – Smoothe It Out

GUEST POST: BLACK JOE LEWIS & THE HONEYBEARS

This post showed up unexpectedly in my inbox last week. I came to know of Black Joe Lewis because of The Weary Boys back in the day. I’d been seeing his name popping up quite a bit as of late and had been meaning to check out his new album, Tell Em What Your Name Is.

This post from Romeo Sid Vicious finally prompted me to do so and lemme tell you. It’s awesome.

As a side note Romeo has a pretty awesome Red Beans and Rice recipe.

Allright, on with the post:

BLACK JOE LEWIS & THE HONEYBEARS

Until last night I had never heard of Black Joe Lewis & The Honeybears. All I knew is that they were opening for Lucero. The band name sounded like something out of 1975 and their merch seemed pretty understated. But they were opening for Lucero and aside the one tour with The Honorary Title I have generally liked Lucero’s opening acts. I decided not to spend the first act outside smoking and knocking back Lone Stars and I didn’t reget it or head back outside until the last note from their set had faded.

The crowd was packed in and the fire marshal shut down ticket sales. It was a mass of bodies pressed together drinking, sweating, and laughing when Black Joe took the stage and the keyboard started up followed closely by the horns. The crowd was immediately into the music and it soon turned into a sweaty mass of writhing bodies all grooving to the sounds of the Honeybears and Joe’s vocals.

According to guitarist Zac Ernst’s dad (who waited in line with the rest of us) when Joe was shucking oysters he had a habit of breaking industrial oyster knives. Joe, and the whole band, approach their music with the same vigor I would imagine that it takes to break oyster knives. The venue, Walter’s on Washington, is one of my least favorite places to see a show because they never run the AC and always run out of beer. Even with the atmosphere being warmer and more humid than most saunas these boys belted out a full set with every ounce of their energy. They left it all on stage and played one of the best soul and blues sets I have ever had the pleasure of seeing.

If these boys ever manage to stop dragging their feet and tour outside of Texas more I have feeling they will blow up. Their music engages people and their personalities on stage and off make them simply bad ass.

You may have a chance to see them as they are on tour right now. Get your tickets in advance because they are opening for Lucero who are still playing dives they have outgrown and the shows are selling out. Lucero alone are worth going to see and are playing music off their new album due out in the fall but add in Black Joe Lewis and The Honeybears and you end with a show you can’t afford to miss. So see if they are coming to your town and get off your lazy ass and go see these kids tear up the stage.

Black Joe Lewis & The Honeybears – Get Yo Shit
Black Joe Lewis & The Honeybears – I’m Broke

Autopsy’s fave Joe Lewis track:
Black Joe Lewis & The Honeybears – Bitch, I Love You

Black Joe Lewis & The Honeybears Official Site, Black Joe Lewis & The Honeybears on myspace, Buy Tell Em What Your Name Is

TAMPA/ST. PETE: TO DO: WOODSBOSS & THOSE LEGENDARY SHACKSHAKERS

Man, it’s been a while since we had a To Do and, I ain’t gonna lie, the break has been nice. Having done one to two shows a week for a month plus, I was ready for some time off.  Now having had said time off, I need to go to a fucking show. Lucky for me and the rest of you Tampa/St. Pete-ians, we got a weekend loaded with the awesome. So let’s go through it:

Thursday @ New World: The Woodsboss

There is no shortage of people who’ve danced a shit-ton of nights away @ New World to the live blessings of The Weary Boys. Those were the kinds of nights that stories are made of. A band without a label relentlessly touring enough to build huge followings, in enough towns they could play packed houses in every state of the union. Then reality came crawling and The Weary Boys disbanded.

Wha? Why? What’s gonna? WTFingF?
Shock, rage, sadness.
Enter The Woodsboss. Which, fyi, is basically The Weary Boys minus Darren and add Brian’s wife.

So, all you Weary Boy fans needs to get your asses up off the couch and get out to New World Thursday night and we’ll dance again to the fine fine sounds of Mario, The Woodsboss and a few Weary Boys faves.

Mario Matteoli – Hard Luck Hittin’
Mario Matteoli – Sun Keeps On Beating Down

The Weary Boys – Another Song, Another Drink
The Weary Boys – Cruel Corrina
The Weary Boys – Freight Train Blues

Friday @ The Garage: Tailgunner Joe, Nervous Turkey and Those Legendary Shackshakers

Tampa/St. Pete is in an interesting time because we have an utterly ridiculous level of awesomeness in our local scene, and two of the upper crest of that scene are coming together to open for the the stupidly awesome Legendary Shackshakers.

Really, Tampa. I know you’re lazy. Fuck, I get it. We live in Florida. People who don’t live here don’t get it, but I know that the notion of a “local” band in this state is like screaming “Oral herpes at the kissing booth! Three dollars”, so let me tell you something right now: Tailgunner Joe and Nervous Turkey are each worthy of a night out on their own. Put them together and it almost becomes necessary for you fuckers (that was a ‘you fuckers’ that includes me) need to come out. Now, WTF? You include them both with Those Legendary Shackshakers and I can not think of any reason what you can’t spend 12 dollars to see guaranteed awesome from beginning to end.

Tailgunner Joe & The Earls of Slander – The Street
Tailgunner Joe & The Earls of Slander – This is Your Brain

Nervous Turkey – Strang
Nervous Turkey – Too Late For Romance

For those that don’t know, let’s talk Legendary Shackshakers live for a moment.

It’s Those Leg-en-dary muthafucking Shack Shakers. Does anything more really need to be said? Those who know, know. Those who don’t…well, what the fuck is wrong with you? Get your ass to The Garage and see what Jello Biafra called rock and roll’s best frontman, Col. J.D. Wilkes. Snot rockets will be launched, pubes will be thrown, beers will be drank and howdies will get doodied. You may hate the music but you’ll love the show, I guarantee it. It’s Iggy Pop fronting Southern Culture on the Skids. The southern gothic, rock and roll version of the Sex Pistols, but more entertaining and with more talent.

Those Legendary Shackshakers – Blood On The Bluegrass
Those Legendary Shackshakers – Piss and Vinegar
Those Legendary Shackshakers – Old Spur Line

So, I hope to bounce into a few of ya’ll this weekend. Say hey to me ’cause, despite all your efforts to make it not so, I still love you Tampa and you can insure that by buying me a drink and complementing my new hat.