Once again, Neil Young has announced a delay in the release of his Chinese Democracy-esque Archives project. This marks the third delay for 8-CD/2-DVD package. Bad News Beat tells us
Earlier this evening in Iowa City, My Morning Jacket was forced to cancel their show after just 45 minutes when guitarist/lead singer Jim James slipped and fell off the stage
The idea behind Origins of a Song is to take a fictitious look at a scenario that may or may not have led to the birth of a select few of the most memorable of songs. This time, we’ll take a crack at the brilliant Townes Van Zandt’s classic folktale, Pancho & Lefty.
On a rickety porch attached to an old wooden house in the midst of a dusty Mexican desert town, a trio of old men adorned in cowboy hats, holsters, and full get up of western accoutrements, drink from bottles of Tecate as hey sway back and forth in their rocking chairs.
“It’s been a very long time amigo. What do you say you sing us a song,” asks the old federale.
“Nah, I don’t sing the blues anymore; I was a different person back then. Made deal with a devil or whatever it is they say about bluesmen,” Lefty says laughing to himself.
“Too bad, amigo; you had it in ya. So, what brings you back down here to Meheeco, Lefty,” ponders the other old federale.
“Oh… Redemption I suppose,” Lefty says lazily and half drunk as he ponders what he is doing there.
“What do you mean, redemption?”
“Well, I’m an old man now, but many years ago, I did something I’ve always regretted. They day I left town, I betrayed a friend.” Lefty returns pulling his lips together, breathing a deep sigh, and hunching his shoulders humbled.
READ ON for the conclusion of this month’s Origins of a Song…
The Bridge once again had a strong showing and walked away as the sole victors of last week’s edition when we looked at eight covers of Them Changes. The Bridge should be thankful for their energetic fans on their message board that helped drive up the number as the week went on to push past 2nd place PBS. The Bridge hits the road again on October 14.
Moving on to this week, we’re going to take a look at the first track on Paul Simon’s legendary 1986 release Graceland. We’ve got a wide variety of performances this week: Solo acoustic, bluegrass, bands that have covered the whole album, studio renditions by punk-rock legends, the works!
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Sometimes, celluloid magic doesn’t happen for a particular film. Sometimes, the thrill of an idea pitched in a meeting never gets translated to anything of actual interest on the screen. Sometimes, the actors and script and director are all assembled, and guess what? Without a script that makes sense, or an original entertaining idea, one is left with a dud—the crazy idea about everyone turning blind, or an ecological disaster gone yawn, or yet another remake of Invasions of the Body Snatchers that just ain’t happening.
Well, sometimes a film is good old-fashioned popcorn-worthy, and not a lot can be said about its story, or substance. The thing, the MacGuffin of it all, whatever that IT may be, just works, and one sits back and enjoys the ride for two hours. This week’s Hidden Flick is a simple tale of a kidnapping, flying circus performers, an ancient monastery on a mountain range, and the daredevil spark of an actor able to pull off action-adventure.
Sky Riders, stars the rugged anti-hero James Coburn, and a beleaguered yet always interesting Robert Culp who played in a tremendously tight duo with Bill Cosby in I Spy on television way, way back in the days of innocence and rabbit-eared antennas. Culp’s wife, young son and daughter are kidnapped by a group of terrorists demanding a large ransom from the wealthy American businessman. Coburn is the ex-husband who sits by while witnessing foiled attempts by others to recapture the trio, and he’d like to just go and get them himself—sort of a simple line in the initial pitch coming to life on screen…let’s see: “Fuck this incompetence. Let ME go get them before they’re killed.”
READ ON for more on this week’s Hidden Flick: Sky Riders…
Just before Phish reunited after their second extended break, Mike Gordon spent the summer making quite a statement. Thanks to The Green Sparrow – one of the best albums ever
“I’m so tired, I wish I was the moon tonight,” Neko Case sang midway through her breathtaking set at The Pageant in St. Louis. We’ve come to expect the best from Case over the years, and that’s what she continues to deliver in her live performances and albums. 2006’s Fox Confessor Brings the Flood showed off Case’s talents as not only a singer and songwriter, but also a capable producer of creating her own vision and bringing it to life.
Behind the high profile facade of a mega rock star- Incubus front man Brandon Boyd hides a big soft spot for charitable causes. Boyd and his fellow Incubus band mates
This week’s Stormy Monday is a mix of music suitable for the season: warm, with a large dash of moody. Hendrix opens with The New Rising Sun, an unreleased track
A new week brings a new contributor. Please welcome Daniel Schneier to the team. Dan recently caught two HT favorites and filed this report…
When Catskills natives, Simone, Ian and James Felice left home to a peddle music for pocket change on the New York City subways, they banded with some dicey local musicians and honed their craft hustling cross-town commuters by the thousands. A group of modern day fly-by-night grifters with a taste for big-band style country-rock and electric circus-folk, The Felice Brothers have surfaced from Manhattan’s underbelly to become a bonafide hot-ticket touring act, easily selling out the house at Maxwell’s in Hoboken, NJ on Saturday September 13.
[All Photos By Jennifer Kirk]
Idling in the crowd and chatting with friends before the show, the hometown Felices have a distinctively laid-back-country demeanor, sporting dusty denims and flannels and growing out just about all the facial hair they can muster. The crowd barely takes notice to the equally unassuming musicians in the audience however, as the opening act, singer-songwriter AA Bondy commands the stage.
The Alabama-born Bondy looks road weary with sunken eyes and a scraggly black beard, though his attitude is as upbeat as it is informal, and he laughs and banters with cat-callers in the crowd in between songs. Strapped with acoustic guitar and harmonica, the throaty folk singer hushed the room as he plucked and crooned on original tunes like Witness Blues, while a gutsy rendition of Springsteen’s I’m on Fire had the crowd hollering, up in arms with applause (no small feat in the Boss’ home state). Bondy holds a branch on the Felice Family Tree (married to sister Clare), and he’d later reemerge to collaborate with his in-laws on a number of songs throughout the headlining set.
READ ON for more about the Felice Brothers’ performance at Maxwell’s…
