12.28.2009

slowtrain records: off broadway

East Broadway record purveyors share their thoughts on '09.



The future is unwritten, but if Anna and Chris Brozek have anything to do about it, 2010 will not mark the end of an era for independent record stores. As owners of Salt Lake City’s Slowtrain (221 E. Broadway), the personable small-business owners offer music lovers a gateway to new artists, local artists and musicians you might have missed. We checked in with the Brozeks to recap the year and decade in sound as part of our ongoing series, Record Store Roundup.


City Weekly: Did you have fun with your End of Year Best-ofs?


Chris Brozek: I love doing it but it’s hard; I’m not a writer.


Anna Brozek: It’s hard to remember. Our customers are exposed to a lot through the Internet, but we’re inundated with it every day.


CB: Records that I fell in love with at the start of the year, I don’t know if they’re overplayed, or if I just lose interest. A good example is Animal Collective. Love that record [Merriweather Post Pavillion] but it just …


AB: Lost its charm …


CB: It kind of faded out. If I did this list in June it would have been in the top, but now, it didn’t make it. I think after five years, we’ll have to do our favorite albums since we’ve been open.


CW: Speaking of, what are your top five albums of 2009?


AB: Cass McCombs, Catacombs; David Williams, Western Interior Seaway; Cotton Jones, Paranoid Cocoon; Laura Gibson, Beasts of Seasons; Here We Go Magic, Here We Go Magic.


CB: David Williams, Western Interior Seaway; Laura Gibson, Beasts of Seasons; Elvis Perkins in Dearland, Elvis Perkins in Dearland; Cotton Jones, Paranoid Cocoon; Cass McCombs, Catacombs.


CW: You both put David Williams in your top picks.


CB: He’s one of my favorite songwriters. He happens to be a local guy. I haven’t listened to anything I haven’t liked from him. This record, it’s the best record of the year, but I don’t think it’s the best record he’ll ever do.


AB: There’s some magic about David Williams and his songs. He has a really broad range that’s a little unheard-of these days in singer/songwriters. David can play rock songs and country songs and mellow songs and dirty songs.


CB: And it all seems effortless.


AB: And that’s the magic part, it just flows out of him. He can go from one of his own to a beautiful blues standard he makes his own. He’s just incredible. The fact he is unknown blows my mind. That’s part of the charm. We know a secret no one else knows.


CW: How did Slowtrain fare in this year’s strapped-for-cash environment?


AB: It’s been the hardest year since we opened just ’cause it’s hard on everyone right now. It’s also been really positive in that sense, too, because we can still pay our bills and keep afloat.


CW: How did your opinion of operating a record shop change in 2009?


AB: I feel like it’s more important now than ever. Because of the economy, it’s so easy for people to cut a music budget and switch to downloading illegally or downloading a song at a time. I don’t think people realize what it will be like when we’re gone. I don’t want to live in a world without record stores. I feel like now it’s created a sense of urgency and lit a fire under us: We have to do this; we have to stick around.


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By Jon Paxton

11.26.2009

4th street music: Listen to This shit

Fourth Street Music


Salt Lake City record store owners share what's hot.


By Jon Paxton



["Original" Online Location]


You might have noticed folks at the club sporting “RUN SLC” shirts, the design nodding to Run DMC’s classic red-barred and white-lettered logo. The tees are sold at Fourth Street Music (249 E. 400 South), home to a wide variety of vinyl and CDs.

Owners Chase Loter and Craig Te’o—aka DJs Chaseone2 and Rawsheed Jenkins (respectively)—have a passion for hip-hop, and their aisles are full of releases from underground DJs including BK One (Brother Ali) and Sabiza (Common Market). But Fourth Street Music isn’t just about beats and rhymes. “We sell anything from Sammy Hagar and Motely Crue to old-school soul, funk and R&B,” Te’o says. “We sell them to everybody, from hip-hop heads to old men.”
Chaseone2 is a resident DJ at The Jackalope (372 S. State) on Wednesdays and Saturdays, and also spins at Bar Deluxe (666 S. State) on Thursdays. DJ Rawsheed can be found playing house parties and opening for national acts. These guys know their material. Below, a rundown on the store’s recent top sellers and the owners’ all-time favorites.


City Weekly: Which national releases made your year?

Te’o: BK One’s Radio Do Cannibal, Band of Skulls’ Baby Darling Doll Face Honey, and Yeah Yeah Yeahs’ It’s Blitz (tied with Rural Alberta Advantage’s Hometowns).

Loter: Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros’ Up From Below, Mayer Hawthorne’s A Strange Arrangement, And Air’s Love 2.

CW: Which local releases do you recommend?

Loter: Will Sartain’s For Love, Mindstate’s Black Lungs EP (available for free at Fourth Street) and Naked Eyes Spell Talk EP.

Te’o: Feel Good Patrol Gon’ Cheat on Me, Monster Loops from Fisch and Finale and Naked Eyes’ EP.

CW: Which holiday-timed releases are you guys stoked to get in?

Te’o: Black Rock, the new hip-hop project from the Black Keys. It comes in on Black Friday (Nov. 27).

Loter: Madlib. He’s launching the Madlib Medicine Show.

CW: What distinguishes Fourth Street from other shops?

Loter: I think I’m more excited about all the new old vinyl that comes in on a regular day-to-day basis. I mean, you could cop Motorhead and Ornette Coleman and not even spend 20 bucks. That’s what it is right there.

CW: What have been the most influential releases that have changed your life as a DJ?

Loter: Stevie Wonder’s Songs In the Key of Life, War’s All Day Music and DJ Shadow’s Endtroducing.

Te’o: Run DMC’s Raising Hell. It made me fall in love with hip-hop. Blackstar’s S/T and the first three albums from A Tribe Called Quest.

CW: What upcoming shows are you excited about DJ-ing?

Loter: I’ll be opening for my DJ hero DJ Radar, Jan. 30 at Urban Lounge.

CW: What’s the state of a local record shop in the community with the Internet and box chain competition?

Te’o: It’s really up to the consumer ultimately to get down and support local businesses. Do they want their money to stay in their community? And it’s up to the owners to get out there to be in the community— other ways that don’t necessarily have to do with the music business. It’s going to Mike Brown Fest on a Friday night where people will be like, “I know those cats; they own Fourth Street Music.”

Expect some big changes from the cats at Fourth Street next year, including more live, instore performances and signings—and some moves that are still percolating.

11.14.2009

know your local: THE NAKED EYES

The Naked Eyes
Transplants: The Naked Eyes cozy up to SLC.
By Jon Paxton



The Naked Eyes moved to Salt Lake City—Ogden’s loss, our gain—and have intensified their efforts to pen new material and revamp pre-existing songs in their practice space at Nobrow Coffee & Tea. The former trio recently morphed into a quartet with Dylan Thomas Roe (local guitar/harmonica aficionado) joining the fold, but longtime Naked Eyes fans shouldn’t fret—just expect a more layered approach to their psych-tinged roots-rock than the one that propelled their first album and Spelltalk EP. City Weekly wants to know, who are these cats, really—and why we should care.
City Weekly: What’s the new Naked Eyes songwriting process like?

Dylan Thomas Roe: You just play something perfect and it just comes out of you, it feels like the song existed before you did and just manifested itself through you.

Andrew Milne: When it’s all coming out of everybody so fast, that’s great. It just feels good and you know it should.

CW: What music have you been inspired by lately?

AM: I recently started listening to a lot of Neil Young and Buffalo Springfield. And The Out Crowd, they’re a cool band.

DTR: I’ve been listening to a lot of Piedmont blues lately and Delta blues, which is like ragtime blues on the guitar.

Jared Phelps: I started listening to The Beatles a lot.

CW: What inspires you, literature-wise?

AM: A Wrinkle in Time. I’ve also been reading Power of Now.

JP: The Alchemist.

DTR: I read The Prophet recently. That was a good one. A fast read.

Sammy Harper: I started reading Choke the other day.

CW: What outdoor recreation do you enjoy when you head back to Ogden?

JP: We go to this river in the summer and swim there.

AM: And we’ve done so for the last few years consecutively. It’s called Caveman’s Revenge. This river is badass.

JP: It’s got three waterfalls, a big-ass bridge and a rope swing.

CW: When you aren’t writing and playing music, what do you do?

AM: We went to Nobrow the other day and saw Big Sky Tribunal.

DTR: I make jewelry in my friend Arash’s garage. We take recycled gems and get metal from the hardware store. It’s all handmade.

JP: [laughs] We like crafts.

DTR: I do charcoal [drawings]. I like to hustle people at pool, too.

SH: I’ve been skateboarding a little bit more. 9th and 9th is the shit. I like to cruise bowls, whoever has a mini ramp— I’ll skate that.

CW: Where in the city can you find The Naked Eyes on off-days?

AM: I go get a sandwich at Caputo's and say hi to my buddy at the fish market.

JP: I really like going to the D.I. I went to the Coffee Garden the other day. Nobrow’s a good spot to hang out.

SH: I’m a thrift-store kid. I collect ‘80s movies. VHS.

NAKED EYES
Kilby Court & Burt’s Tiki Lounge
Saturday, Dec. 5
MySpace.com/TheNakedEyes

11.09.2009

GAZA: Shouting from Soapbox Tops



Gaza: Shouting from Soapox Tops




by JP [jp@slugmag.com]



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Gaza
is not an “anti-“ band. Anti-religion or anti-Mormon, anti-meat or
anti-you, Gaza is none of these. The group is more about things than
against them. Pro-thought, pro-self-interrogation and -exploration—an
important point to make when your latest album has a title more attune
with atheist leanings. He Is Never Coming Back notches Gaza’s belt as
their second release on Black Market Activities (Guy Kozowyk of The Red
Chord’s label) and third overall release. The “he” is John Stockton,
lead vocalist Jon Parkin jokes but then clarifies with a serious note:
“The theme on the record is a loss of patience, and sugar-coating the
religious discussion. I wanted to call it what it is. If it’s
delusional, it’s delusional. To us, it was a tongue-in-cheek rally
cry.”

Fortunately, this is what we’ve come to expect from a
band named after the most consistently violent area in the world (the
Gaza strip in Israel/Palestine for those who slept through world
history). “We went with Gaza for a reason: it’s a religious warzone and
has been. It’s a great example of the extremes of the bad things
religion can bring,” Parkin says. The group has gained national and
international notoriety as a heavy rock band with ideals and many a
moniker attached to their style, but the guys pretty much say what they
think and play whatever they want—including some occasional “softer”
interludes. “It makes records flow a lot. Plus, that’s just who we
are,” guitarist Mike Mason says, which is fitting for a band originally
formed with indie/emo aspirations. “That stuff still shows through to
this day. I’m honestly kinda proud of that,” drummer Casey Hansen says.
“I love being brash to be brash but it can be a lot more powerful if
you can have breaks in something else and then be thrust back into it.”
Parkin continues the explanation, “It is funny to say but it’s
emo-driven music. Emotional: it used to be these sad bands that came
out of the Midwest singing about cornfields and the way the snow looked
in December—it was a different thing,” he says, separating the original
term from the pop movement it became. “It meant emotional, not
cry-baby,” Parkin says.

Gaza has always been a unique facet in
the Utah scene, and more well-known outside of the state. They enjoy
playing here, but receive better crowd response in places like Denver,
Philly, Indianapolis and Boise, of all places. “We’ve never expected to
draw people here,” Hansen says. “I think we have a reputation
nationally that’s bigger than our local reputation. Most venues won’t
have heavy music, kids won’t come and it’s embarrassing even to try.”
Hansen looks pained as he continues, “You bust your butt and nobody
comes. I [booked] a couple of shows and I can’t do it anymore.” That
still doesn’t change the guys’ attitude about representing their
hometown (find my all-time favorite Gaza Jazz-logo shirt online for
confirmation—still some of the best local band merch available). “We’ve
made such an attempt to take and show what Utah has to do on a national
level. It’s all been local, every bit of it other than mastering,”
Parkin says. Andy Patterson has engineered all their releases in Gaza’s
hometown of Salt Lake City, and the band is proud of that fact.

Gaza isn’t all God-hating, abrasive, balls-to-your-brother’s-chin
music all the time—the gents are really well humored. Spend over an
hour with the group and they’ll start discussing what kind of trees
they would be, (bassist Tino Lucero: “a brown one,” and Jon, a rare and
illegal Teak), or alternate album titles they might use one day
(Stretch Marks on Our Asses ‘Cuz We Go So Fast being one). They also
joke about polka music and there’s a few good-natured jests about
orgasms—apparently one should yell the word ‘travesty” when reaching
one’s pinnacle (there’s a good long story about a moment in a tour van
backseat at three in the morning with Parkin, an unfortunately curious
Hansen, tube socks and travesty—but it’s a bit too risqué for a family
publication like SLUG). There is also talk of a European tour on the
horizon, a US tour and a return to their now regular festival slot at
Dudefest in Indianapolis next year.

After jokingly apologizing
for the worst interview ever—which it definitely wasn’t—Parkin
unleashes another pearl, as he does quite frequently, starting with a
question about their album: “Can we have a discussion on a fair plane?
He Is Never Coming Back is enough of a statement growing up here in
this religious town—being ‘blasphemous,’ it feels good to say it,”
Parkin says, then clarifies by saying, “This isn’t an anti-Mormon
thing. Call it a soapbox, or whatever, but we worked our way up on top
of the soapbox so why not shout from it?”

He Is Never Coming Back
will be released on Black Market Activities in early Nov. If you
haven’t seen Gaza live, don’t miss their CD release show Nov. 7 at the
Taylorsville Graywhale or when they play with Earthless and Baroness on
Nov. 30 at Club Vegas.



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10.02.2009

Sian Alice Group: all the way from the UK

Sian Alice Group
Breaking It Up: Sian Alice Group play nice—whenever, however
By Jon Paxton



Sian Alice Group’s guitarist is one of the most sought-after music video directors in the U.K.—and yet the trio’s drummer sleeps on the floor of their studio. His ramshackle quarters are just one indication of how unpretentious the innovative lads are in their cultivation of genre-bending sounds

Brooklyn’s gonzo label The Social Registry—home to experimental groups Gang Gang Dance and Zs—has given Sian Alice Group free reign to do whatever they please since 2007.

“The first album they didn’t even listen to until it had been mastered. They really are completely at ease with us doing exactly what we want to do,” multi-instrumentalist/engineer/producer Rupert Clervaux says. Guitarist Ben Crook confirms this, adding, “Making a double vinyl is kind of foolhardy but The Social Registry let us do it twice. Everyone says the music industry is falling apart but we’ve been pretty lucky.”

Cool, but don’t lucky folks own a bed? Well, Clervaux crashed in the studio in order to give the self-proclaimed workaholic ‘round the clock mixing time. Crook takes a similar approach in handling the visual side of the band with plenty of his own time-consuming experience directing videos for some of Britain’s finest stars (Pet Shop Boys, The Fratellis, The Horrors, Spiritualized.) The amazing vocalist and namesake of the group Sian Ahern says this of their latest video, “I have faith that Ben would make something great. It’s good when you have that trust.” That faith crosses over into their personal relationship, as well.

The couple met prior to the group’s formation, and with Crook’s assistance an evolution took place turning microphone-shy Ahern into the “seasoned professional” she is today—though she’s still surprised to hear herself described as such. “How did it happen? I do really enjoy it now, whereas before the fear made it difficult to enjoy the process.”

Considering how seriously they take their creative process, the group is quite personable, issuing more “cheers” and “thank-yous” than most stateside rockers of similar caliber.

“I like meeting new people. I like talking to them and drinking with them,” Ahern says.

“I’m not all serious. I like to have fun.”

The band is eagerly awaiting their Salt Lake City stop as well as the scenic drive.

“It’s pretty relaxing sitting in a van staring out the window waiting for your next gig,” Crook says Crook and Ahern enjoy that time enough that the band’s latest video (“Closer to the Ground”) channels the muse of road trips on Kansas highways. Crook utilized Dungeness—a headland on the coast of Kent, England—to stand in for the open roads of the Midwest evincing their past cross-country drives in and out of twilight with a preternatural blue/gray light.

Sian Alice Group’s latest LP, Troubled, Shaken, Etc., is a tight, pitch-perfect follow-up to its predecessor, Dusk Line EP—exactly what longtime followers and experimental music fans in general are craving. Sian Alice Group wouldn’t want it any other way.

“I don’t want to make someone else’s music. You can only be pure with what you know.” Crook says. Clervaux continues this thought by revealing the true nature of the band, saying, “We are devoid any sort of mission statement. There are really no rules.”

In other words, expect the unexpected.

SIAN ALICE GROUP
The Urban Lounge
241 S. 500 East
Monday, Oct. 5
9 p.m.

10.01.2009

Andy Patterson: The Engineer






Years Recording: 10
Studio Location: 3400 South 300 West
Studio Set Up: Pro Tools run through G3 Mac OS 9.1
Notable National Acts Recorded: DJ Shadow, Cut Chemist, Shelter, Ascend, Meg and Dia, Zach de la Rocha (narration)
Notable Local Acts Recorded: Red Bennies, Big Gun Baby, Mindstate, Julio Child, The Kill, Cub Country, Gaza


Back
in the late 90s drummer Andy Patterson was looking to make it in LA. He
placed an ad in The Recyler about his interest in joining a band and a
woman responded. Patterson showed up to her apartment to talk about the
group––instead Patterson ended up shaking hands with her roommate
Critter (Jeff Knewel) and started an accidental mentor/student
relationship that would later impact the Salt Lake music scene. Critter
(former Ministry and Guns ‘N Roses engineer) taught the inquisitive
Patterson about the Pro Tools rig that sat in the center of Critter’s
living room.

Patterson took Critter’s advice to fuck engineering
school and spent his savings on a Pro Tools rig instead. With the
old-school engineer’s recording/editing advice bouncing around his head
and a few months of Pro Tools experience under his belt in an LA studio
where Blink 182 and Melvins tracking had been done, Patterson moved
back to Salt Lake with his new skill set. He setup his first official
studio space in the old KRCL studio space on 5th West. There Patterson
officially started his infamous recording career that led to nationally
respected engineering work with over 250 bands. It was a perfectly
setup skeleton for a recording studio and an ideal space until he was
kicked out for being too loud during a recording session. Patterson
took to the streets and found his current studio space off 3400 South
and 300 West where he can be as loud as he wants, sometimes blowing
three fuses at a time while harnessing monstrous amounts of
electrically-fueled sound.

His current location is where bands
like Blackhole and Cool Your Jets have recorded sessions between
diverse acts ranging from SLAJO to Cub Country. Some might wonder at an
engineer’s ability to record members of SLC’s straight edge scene and
then push the “record” button on a pop record for Meg and Dia, but
Patterson has played it all, so he can do it all. Patterson had a
vibrant time in the 90s and 00s as a touring drummer with national acts
in Europe and Japan with huge groups such as Shelter, State of the
Nation, Blue Tip, Baby Gopal and Inside Out.

After drumming
around the world Patterson started recording and using some of the same
mantras he learned while on the road back in the studio. Cub Country’s
Jeremy Chatelain confirms this “He’s punk rock to the bone. He’s a
fast, no-bullshit engineer who’s interested in doing the best job he
can with the cards he’s dealt in the studio.” Using creative solutions
to curtail possible stumbling blocks, Patterson isn’t afraid to morph
his studio in order to accommodate the specific needs of his clients:
“One time, we were recording a friend’s vocals and she was super
nervous,” local emcee Fisch of Julio Child and Rotten Musicians
says, “Andy made like a mini-room and talked her through the recording
process. After a while she was killing it.” On a recent tour of his
studio for SLUG Patterson recalled the kinds of rare incidents where
he’s constructed temporary walls with at-hand textiles (bedsheets on
those rare occasions).

As we enter a large room with mismatched
acoustic wall paneling he points at a cluttered closet made of glass:
“This is a vocal booth, but it’s just storage. Honestly I just set up a
mic right here,” Patterson points at the floor in front of the window
into his production room. “The only time I’ve built a booth is about
four times and it’s usually just [a] singer being embarrassed because
nobody can look at them,” he says. When he’s not building privacy
blinds Patterson just sets up his microphone and records vocals ranging
from operatic singing to whispering, and does it in the same room
everything else is recorded in. Recording vocals outside of a booth is
tantamount to blasphemy in some engineering circles. Patterson doesn’t
give a fuck. He’ll build stuff to avoid a traditional method. It’s his
method, even if it takes some extra work.

That extra-mile work really makes the records sizzle. So good you can
hear it––listen to Ascend Ample Fire Within for confirmation. People
might wonder how Patterson can get such awesome sound from his
admittedly old-school gear, but he puts it this way: “The phrase in the
audio community is ‘it’s not the gear, it’s the ear.’ You can have a
guitar––same guitar, same amp, same pedals. You have two different
players [and] it will sound completely different.” Patterson says,
“Having an assload of equipment doesn’t mean you’ll have good sound. I
hope it’s because I make things sound good with my ears and not because
of any equipment. It’s like cooking. Some people make a shit
sandwich––another person makes a great sandwich, even when they have
access to the same ingredients.” You can’t record hundreds of bands and
not have a rep for being good. That’s what keeps Patterson working
tirelessly as a producer/engineer.

Regarding that, Patterson
would like to make a clarification on semantics and titles here:
Engineer versus Producer. “They’re just titles and they do have
connotations. People go to this producer because ‘he’s made awesome
records and slick shit.’ A lot of the time they’re looking for that
person to guide them.” Patterson says, “I consider an engineer to be
more utility than coach––more like I’m making sure everything’s
running OK––making sure the vibes all right. But ultimately my job is
technical over creative. The lines get blurred once in a while, but I
think the connotation of producers is that I’m a guy in the couch on
the back saying ‘No. That’s not the take. Do it again––this time with
feeling,” Patterson says.

Continuing his explanation, Patterson
repeats an analogy he’s made before, but one epically sized enough for
reiteration, “I say that I’m the sherpa up The Mountain of Rock, but
I’m not going to carry your backpack either,” Patterson says. “I’m not
some grand dude that’s above it all. But what if a producer got a hold
of a Hendrix nowadays? Or Janis Joplin nowadays? They’d be like ‘You
don’t look the part. Your voice is too weird.’ We would have lost a lot
of shit if people were producing in that regard. I think there’s a
place for honest recording,” Patterson says.

Honesty in
recording is a big thing for Patterson. He’s very much a purist in that
regard. “There’s been discussions about different engineers in town and
one thing comes up that I take defense to. Most people refer to me as
‘the laid back guy.’ Like I’m not going to say anything about your
record, I’m just going to press record and I’m going to lay back, let
you do your thing.” Patterson says, “There is some truth to that: I am
mellow. At the same time I’m respecting the idea that you are bringing
your honest music to me that you want me to capture so other people can
listen to it. Not ‘I’m going to bring my band in ‘cause we’re really
awesome but we don’t practice.’ ” Patterson says, “and, ‘Why does it
sound like shit?’ ‘Well, Andy was lazy and he didn’t make it sound
good.’ I take defense to that because it’s not my job to make your
music. My job is to capture your music and be helpful.”

Patterson
doesn’t capture music 24/7, though his lengthy resume appears to make
it so. In his spare time he watches flicks (horror being one of his
preferred genres) with his wife Cindi and smokes meat on his grill,
among other things. Smoking meat and watching movies about people
becoming meat aside, one may still be wondering why? Why did the
recording impetus even strike the late 90s era Patterson? “I wanted my
own voice. It’s because I’m a drummer and I’m at the mercy of whoever’s
writing the songs. I wanted to take the power back so I made beats.”
Moving from behind his kit and the making of beats in Acid Pro to a
more behind the scene use of Pro Tools, Patterson started writing his
own tale that has yet to reach its finale. But the rest of the story is
out there building momentum: on CDs, vinyl and digital media all with
Patterson’s impact on it, for better or worse—mostly better, though.
Patterson agrees.

“I always tell everyone you’ll never find me complaining about anything
because my life rules. I have a studio and I get to record awesome
bands all the time. My wife works at a brewery [Utah Brewer’s Co-Op].
What the hell do I have to complain about?” Patterson asks. “I wish I
made more money but that’s about it. I make enough to sustain so I
can’t complain.”

Patterson is still sustaining and living his
old dream of playing and recording music. He’s still drumming, with
local band Iota (which recently played a SXSW showcase in Austin) and
he’s also old-school enough that he loves working with tape when he
can. He used to go to Counterpoint Studios to utilize their tape
(analog) machine until it became outmoded and retired. He will still
take bands there to record when they want “slick shit,” and he would
love to branch out to their space eventually. “I would love to work
there and utilize their gear and their minds. I’ll figure it out
somehow.” If that doesn’t work Patterson will still be plugging away in
his own space into infinity, apparently. He will also be using his old
Mac G4 and the Pro Tools rig he first bought in LA. Patterson says of
his rig, “It is the same. I wouldn’t be keeping it real with the same
gear if I had more money. By the time I’m in my 40s I’ll have great
gear. But instead of buying a new microphone today I’m paying my bills
so my electricity won’t turn off so I can record some more shit,” he
says. That’s because Patterson works on a shoestring to keep his costs
inexpensive enough for most local bands to record with him, utilizing
his ear and decades old experience to make honest music you have
listened to, and will again, well after Patterson has reached his 40s.
Looking around the studio with a reflective gaze Patterson closes by
saying, “I still have this place after all these years so I’ve been
able to pull it off where I didn’t fail in the first year. So somehow I
keep it together almost in spite of myself.”

––jP

Find it in print all month long up and down the Wasatch front and peeper it online here.

9.28.2009

Sea Wolf/Ladyhawke Weekened Bonanaza

Weekends like this last one come along only once every September and they should be celebrated. Club Sound hosted Sea Wolf on Friday and Perez Hilton presents on Saturday. I’m not a fan at all of anything having to do with Perez Hilton (and despise him, really) so I fortunately did not find out he was hosting a tour until I was at the venue and anxiously awaiting Ladyhawke’s arrival on stage Saturday night.

Sea Wolf was really a grand ol time. I missed the first few songs and was miffed at not hearing “You’re a Wolf,” one of my favorites from Alex Brown Church, but fortunately the last song of the encore was that track. I left sated and happy. I didn’t have a camera that night so I missed out on taking photos to prove I was there. Sorry. I can tell you that the band was comprised of six people on instruments ranging from the cello to a xylophone. Bass, guitar, synthsizers, drums, lead guitar, cello, and a few nicely chosen shakers rounded out the instruments that made a richly layered wall of sound in Club Sound. The music is “indie” with some folk elements thrown in, something that could be done badly, but was done very well on Friday. By the by, Sea Wolf’s latest Dangerbird relese, White Water, White Bloom dropped September 22nd. Check out “Turn the Dirt Over” from that to dig the style.

Fast forward 24 hours and I was in the same spot but to a much smaller crowd (going from a few hundred Friday to 40 Saturday). I think other people caught word of the namesake for the tour because nothing else could explain the poor turnout for one of New Zealand’s best performers in Ladyhawke’s Phillipa Brown. Her backing band was very on point and the opener I caught, NY’s Semi Precious Weapons, did an amazing job of putting on one of the most energetic live shows I have ever witnessed. Guitairist Stevy Pyne
Semi Precious Weaponsfound himself up a post playing guitar and straddling singer
Semi Precious Weapons Justin Tranter in a lewd manner that made me want to call some authorities or the nearest bishop I could find. It was that sensational. And that rockstar-eqsue. This band has mega-fame written all over them. I don’t usually say such things but their blend of glam-pop-rock is something that immediately grabs at the heart of the jaded mainstream music listener. Every band member that wasn’t stuck behind a drum kit managed to carouse offstage somehow with Semi Precious WeaponsTranter doing a series of cartwheels in his high-heeled boots, bassist Cole White a series of violent pelvic thrusts deep in the audience, and Pyne laying on his back doing 360’s in addition to his pole scaling antics. It was unbelieveable—enough so that I’m devoting more space to them than I will Ladyhawke. Semi Precious Weapons will be in Utah opening for The Sounds October 30th (2009) at In The Venue. Check out the insanity then dancerock fans.
LadyhawkeLadyhawke|| Phillipa ‘Pip’ Brown

Ladyhawke was really engaging. I was surprised to find that she had never been to our little state (or so she claims) and I hope the dismal crowd turnout won’t stop her from coming again. I blame Perez Hilton for that because Ladyhawke did their best.


I overheard a guy explaining the following to the door girl at the venue and I will just borrow his words to describe the performance: “They’re like an 80’s synth pop band.” That pretty much covers it except Ladyhawke utilizes better lyrics and a female lead singer (dressed like a hipster) playing a sunburst-patterned electric guitar along with occasional synths. Check out any of her tracks (I recommend “Magic”) if you’re curious and enjoy them if you’re so inclined.

Can’t wait until next September when we can do this all again. Til that time…

JP

9.25.2009

Bert McCracken/The Used



The Used: Fuck You Cakes and French Movies
by JP [jp@slugmag.com]

Say what you will about Orem’s The Used, but I have a small place in my heart for the first local band I ever interviewed on air and the first rock band to really “make it big” outside this small bubble. Bert McCracken has also been known to call my work line when he’s in town and really, really drunk to talk about his life as a rockstar in Venice Beach, Calif. The last time we spoke, it was to reminisce about Asian massage parlors on Pico and Bundy (no shit). This time it was a bit more professional as Bert got away from the music and started dishing on his life outside of rock and roll.


“They’re called ‘Fuck you cakes,’” McCracken says, explaining a culinary creation he’s been working on lately. “It’s like this little kind of chocolate souffle that I’ve kind of perfected over the years.” That was just one of the many foods McCracken was crafting for a barbeque to celebrate getting home from Germany a few days ago. The rest of the meal, including some beer-battered shrimp and a pork butt he’s been roasting for tacos, shows McCracken’s recent fascination with food going in further directions. “There’s tons of chefs that I would love to cook with for sure. I’m really obsessed with new up and coming chefs––even old school established chefs. Mario Batali––I’d love to hang out with that dude in the kitchen all day. He’s one of the Iron Chefs. He’s a badass.” For somebody who has already met one of the kings of rock (remember that little TV show called The Osbournes featuring Ozzy as the Doddering Old Fool character?), it is apparently time for McCracken to work with luminaries from different disciplines.


I’ve never really asked McCracken about his take on that show and MTV in general. “Fuck MTV. I wish MTV would play music,” McCracken says in response. “I really have no regrets about my past or the way they tried to present me on the show. I met a girl who was cool and it became this really big blown-out-of-proportion thing. What can you do? They’ll do whatever they want to do,” McCracken says. As somebody who first watched that show solely to see MTV make McCracken fall on his face, I was surprised by his response. “We all have things in our past that aren’t the raddest things. I’m still good friends with her, she’s a really cool girl.” McCracken also adds that he thinks it was “pretty punk rock” the way his character was depicted on screen.


There does seem to be a disconnect between his on-stage character and the off-stage/screen representation, which McCracken acknowledges with a word about names. “All my friends call me Rob, my wife calls me Rob. I was in a punk band called I’m With Stupid. It was with a kid named Robby and he gave me the nickname Bert. I like it. It’s kinda the ‘crazy guy’ who’s on stage––not the guy who’s making ‘fuck you cakes’ in his kitchen.”

McCracken always waxes nostalgic about his time in Utah, if you can ask him about it during a moment of lucidity. He has this to say about why he left such a beautiful place: “I kept getting arrested in Utah. I figured instead of paying 15 grand for a lawyer for every time I got fucking busted, I’d come out here and not have to talk to any cops.” It seems to be working: No shocking headlines have followed McCracken since he moved to California, which you wouldn’t think coming from a guy who kept getting busted for “just driving around drunk with our guns and doing cocaine.” Utah County pigs just didn’t appreciate that, apparently.


If you’re curious about what McCracken thinks about this little publication he still has fond memories, “I remember almost the very first interview we ever did was with SLUG. We did a little photo shoot up in Salt Lake City. And all the banging punk records––like I heard about The Bronx first from SLUG and they’re fucking sick––one of my favorite bands.”


When he’s not reading SLUG, C.S. Lewis or the latest Chuck Palahniuk––“His new book Pygmy is off the hook”––McCracken is doing something else you might not think he enjoys. “I’m obsessed wtih foreign film. One of my favorite movies is this French movie called Irreversible. I saw it in a theater and half the theater walked out,” McCracken says––due to the 20 minute rape scene which McCracken actually used as a selling point for the film. He is also interested in, and already is, making his own cinematic work. “I guarantee within five years me and Quinn [Allman of The Used] will have made a movie.” That’s not the only project he’s envisioning though, “The Used is in pre-production for a short horror movie with Alec Gillis, who did all the special effects for Alien and Predator. It’s about a small concept we came up with,” McCracken says. A concept involving a bus gassing and a creepy basement where organs are harvested.


The Used will be coming back home very soon, and McCracken’s final words are meant for you, dear Used fan. “Some of the most hardcore Used fans are in Utah and I’d like to send all of the love in my heart. We’ll see you in Salt Lake in October.”


On Saturday, Sept. 5 The Used will do an in-store Graywhale in Orem at 1 p.m. and another at the Taylorsville location at 4 p.m. The band will play at The Great Saltair on October 10th.
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Spinnerette's Brody Dalle: Changing in a Big Way
by JP [jp@slugmag.com]

Spinnerette’s first album opens with erraticly grunged-up guitar and the unmistakable voice of frontwoman Brody Dalle letting you know she’s just a “girl out looking for love.” Before you react with your preconceived notions about what that might mean––which a lot of people might do based on Dalle’s much-publicized makeout sesh with current husband Josh Homme of Queens of the Stone Age while she was still married to Rancid’s Tim Armstrong––she’s a lot more settled down than her lyrics and image might suggest.


A typical day with Dalle usually begins with the most unremarkable of homemaking tasks: preparing breakfast for her daughter, Camille, and a spot of tea for herself, “which is really Australian of me––still sticking to my roots,” Dalle says. Her day might then include talking shit and buying music for her daughter at Amoeba, her sister in tow, picking up a Go-Go’s record most recently––“I told my sister what dirty slutbags those girls are.” Dalle’s day usually concludes with some sort of exercise routine and might finish with a two-hour long hike in the hills around the Los Angeles area, “I’m a valley girl,” she hints as to where she might have been wandering. Quite a laid-back routine from the former leader of The Distillers and a lady sporting some fabulously ghetto tats––a “Fuck You” etched on her arm, for one.


When Dalle isn’t doing matronly things, she’s paying due diligence as a rockstar, performing with her band on The Tonight Show with Conan O'Brien recently and filming music videos in the auteur Liam Lynch’s basement. Speaking of the video Lynch made for “Ghetto Love,” Dalle says, “It’s one take. I went over to his house––he’s also a valley girl. He had his camera and a green screen in his house cuz he’s always making crazy-ass movies and videos. He made this beauty light for me, handmade on a lazy susan. It was amazing. I was really impressed. He’s so creative. He’s a fucking genius.” Carousing with the comfortable and crazily creative must be a nice lifestyle for her, and Dalle concurs, “It’s great being friends, but if you can also do things together, it’s even better.”


The Australian-born singer, who still keeps her citizenship in case she needs to leave the US if “shit is getting nuts,” is working on being a bit more creative herself by dabbling in the videographic arts. “I want to make a documentary. I want to interview all the great women [of punk], like Patty Smith, Chrissie Hynde, Blondie, Tobi from Bikini Kill. I’d interview Courtney [Love]. I want to interview female musicians and female comedians because I think their plight has some kind of connectors there.” Dalle says. She’s apparently been in this creative frame for a while, starting with an interview she did with Janeane Garofalo in New York a few years ago. Asked if she used a cinematographer for the shots, or if she will, Dalle says, “I don’t think it’s too much brainwork––you set it up and let it run. I got this video camera in Japan and I still don’t know if I’m fucking using it right, you know. I think it’s one ‘On/Off’ button to me. The rest is all Chinese to me—or Japanese, in this case.” Dalle says of her proficiency with these sorts of things, “The guys used to call me ‘T.G.’: Technical genius. If things broke on the [tour] bus, I’d fix them.”

Dalle has always been DIY and fiercely independent, it seems, and that extends to her music as well. In fact, it’s best not to compare her work with her husband’s projects. “By no means am I going out of my way to sound like my husband’s band. That’s ludicrous and why the fuck would I do that, you know?” Dalle says, “It’s the sound of it. Those guys [Spinnerette/QOTSTA guitarist Alain Johannes and Homme] work in the studio together, so maybe they picked up some of the same techniques. And our latest song, “Baptized by Fire,” sounds nothing like Queens of the Stone Age. Nor does fucking “Spectral Suspension” or “Sex Bomb.” Maybe the dirtier grungier shit you could put in the same pocket, but it’s not the same. It’s not the same at all.”


Speaking of dissimilar things, Dalle is OK with bucking current trends in the industry. She is quite content being a harder-edged rocker and says, “You know, it’s better than being a folk singer anyday.” Continuing comments on the biz, she says, “It’s about time for some fucking rock n’ roll to come back. Everyone’s so complacent about music now. I think there’s about to be a whole bunch of stuff that we’ve been missing for quite some time. That’s the point––when something goes away, it’s like a necessity for the hole to be filled. All the record companies saying ‘You can’t sell rock’ is bullshit. It’s about to change,” Dalle says: “It’s about to change in a big, big way.” Dalle is one helping to change the scene while putting all your preconceived notions about her on their ear. “I liked when people gave a fuck. People are like, ‘Hey, chill out,’ and I’m like ‘No.’ I don’t like to stand by and let shit happen.”


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9.21.2009

Last Tuesday was one of the best nights in recent memory to enjoy some supreme vocalizing. Paul Jacobsen and the Madison Arms, Oh My God and Cotton Jones all sang their souls out to a warm crowd at Salt Lake City Utah’s Kilby Court.


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Jacobsen played some great tracks from his latest self titled album on Groundloop Records . Jacobsen’s voice perfectly meshed with those of his backing band, including producer Scott Wiley. The Madison Arms reached their tentacles of harmony into even the coldest heart on this nippy fall night and made me happily welcome great concerts from these groups yet to come.
Oh My God,Kilby Court,billy o'neil,salt lake city utahChicago’s Oh My God

Chicago’s Oh My God blew it the fuck up. This was their second time coming to Utah and it went much better than their last go round. Whatever venue they were at their last tour had an MC who referred to them as “Oh My Gosh.” I would hope he was joking but lead singer Billy O’Neil was being serious when he recounted the tale. The Oh My God crew had much better reception this time to a slightly miffed, but overall welcoming, Salt Lake City audience.


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O’Neil’s vocals are a great match for the energetic, hard–to–experimental music this group is known for. 10 years together and several albums later brings their latest release The Night Undoes The Work of The Day out September 29th on Split Red Records. This band is pretty hard to describe, listen to some of their myspace tracks to hear what I mean. I haven’t seen a stage show this lively at Kilby since I saw Electric Eel Shock (the Japanese metal band) in the early 2000s—one of my all time favorite performances at Kilby.
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Cotton Jones played a great set coming off their set at Mammoth Fest last week. Michal Nau’s voice along with some great harmonizing friends did a really stellar job of recalling the South in our ears. Songs about West Virginia (right next to my home state of Virginia) like one Cotton Jones played Tuesday, always touch my partly southern heart and Nau’s and Whitney McGraw’s vocals conjured alt-country with real feeling not that trite bullshit we’re mostly tired of hearing by now.


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Nau speaks it and lives it through his words—he appeared to have just finished up at the lumber mill and happened to mosey on into Kilby for a random set. A very unpretentious guy and gal playing genuinely earnest music made for a great nightcap. McGraw is very cute, so that doesn’t hurt either.


As a side note: O’Neil slipped me his latest solo work called Brave Last Days and it is really good stuff. The album deals with themes ranging from the death of a close friend of O’Neil’s to some really uplifting stuff like track two’s “Can’t Knock Me Down.” It will be available November 21st on the website.

7.14.2009

Black Boxes: Transmitting From the Bottom of the Sole with Zuriick



by JP [jp@slugmag.com]


July 2009 [View Issue]




Tucked off of State Street on a side alley
in between 600 and 700 South and hidden away behind an unlabeled metal
door sit row upon row of brown cardboard boxes. Inside these boxes are
even more boxes––black ones––en route to, among others, fastidious
Japanese customers who demand their product be immaculately wrapped.
Each of those black boxes harbor purple-bottomed kicks that the kids go
gaga for. When they aren’t busy wrapping shoes to please their
customers, the gentlemen behind local shoe company Zuriick are doing what they do best. “We basically hang out, drink a lot, and come up with designs,” says co-partner Chad Tovey.


The local shoe company, which has become
renowned worldwide for their slip-on shoes with the easily identified
purple sole, has been around for about four years. It’s hard to pin
down an exact number because creators Clark Butterfield and Mike McCaleb
were practicing shoe design a few years before that, but Zuriick as a
brand and solid idea has been going strong since the official launch in
November of 2007. The number of shoes being manufactured has steadily
increased and so have the distribution locations. Zuriick still
maintains a lot of growth in the boutiques where they’re found, like Bastille, but also in stores like Urban Outfitters.
It would seem strange coming from a Salt Lake-based company, with the
state being most recognized for the piss-poor liquor laws and dominant
anti-fun religion. “A lot of people are surprised that we’re from Salt
Lake. They don’t expect much to come out of Utah in general,” McCaleb
says. “To me it’s a good place to be because you aren’t oversaturated
with other clothing lines, the new stuff that everybody else is doing.
It gives us that separation to give us our own vision,” McCaleb says.
“I like doing it out of Salt Lake. I think its good for us.”



Mike McCaleb and Chad Tovey kick it at Zuriick headquarters

Photo: Adam Heath


Staying away from the trends has also enabled
the guys at Zuriick to give their unique and dedicated customers what
they will truly wear––not just what is “hott” in Milan or New York, or
wherever the fuck the shoe mavens reside. “We have an amazingly loyal
fan and customer base. People will email us with how much they love our
brand, or thinking that we designed a shoe for them,” Tovey says. “But
probably the number one comment when people email us is: ‘Thank god
you didn’t put any logos on our shoes.’ Our logo is our purple bottom.”
Tovey believes, as do the rest of the Zuriick crew, that no
identification is the best way. “We have professional people that try
to say we’re missing the boat by not branding our shoe on the outside
and it’s going to restrict us from building our brand. But in a way our
brand is not having anything: that is our logo,” Tovey says. In
addition to the color of their soles, Zuriick stands out because of the
shoe design itself. “The first couple years all we did was the slip-on,
and that is kind of what we’re known for mostly, but we’ve always
wanted to expand into other styles,” McCaleb says. With more customers,
now the brand is able to move outward in new directions. “Now we’ve
finally grown into a place where we can expand and do the things we
wanted to in the beginning and you can see us with our newer shoes the
direction we’re going. We still have our basic slip-on, vulcanized
sole. We’re doing new things but still trying to keep the look of
Zuriick.” Tovey says, “We have a lot more options but still get to
pretty much make shit we like. Mike designs stuff that we would wear or
he would wear and likes, not something we think that people are going
to like.” Tovey says, “I think you get in trouble when you start
designing stuff you think people would want versus what stuff we would
wear or our friends would wear.”


Tovey and McCaleb are relaxed and confident as
they talk, but running a startup company in Utah––a fashionable company
at that––isn’t always as easy as they make it appear. Fortunately the
guys get help from local designer Adam Contreras (also a co-partner) and from Parker Tovey and Ryan Tomita.
“Our whole company is six people big. Parker and Tomita are a lot of
help and the big reason we keep everything going in here. We do a lot
with a very small crew,” Chad Tovey says. The company is sure to grow
larger, though, and with that sort of growth most would expect Zuriick
to jump to a coast. “I think we’ll always keep it in Salt Lake,”
McCaleb says. “I don’t think there’s a reason to move out. I think it
could be detrimental to the company if we did move.” This kind of
attitude bodes well for the future of Zuriick and represents a grounded
attitude (even in the face of growing unit numbers and increased
renown) that other business should take note of.
CD Reviews International and Local for July courtesy SLUG magazine


Maker Shalal Hash Baz
C’est La Derniére Chanson
K Records
Street: 07.21
Maher Shalal Hash Baz= Sufjan Stevens + Cornelius


Intriguing. That one word may be the only––and best––way to describe the songs on the double disc serving as conductor Tori Kudo’s second K release. Two hundred “songs” were originally recorded for this work, but only 177 made the cut. The lost 23 were probably equally intriguing. This whole release is aimed straight at expanding and challenging common ideas of what music should and shouldn’t do. Two to three seconds of a bassoon playing a discordant note with a clarinet may not be a song to some people, but it qualifies in Kudo’s mind. As Kudo’s handful of French studio musicians play strange interludes with the mindfulness of jazz and punk rock’s ideas of song length through my stereo, I began thinking about what my own interpretation of music was and felt gladdened at the end of my multiple listens to hear an artist still exploring the sonic playground. Thank you, Mr. Kudo.
–JP

Cub Country
Stretch That Skull Cover and Smile
Future Farmer Recordings
7.07
Cub Country = Jets to Brazil + Mister E.


Thankfully, a local band who had deep roots in the alt-country scene is changing it up. The twang on every song was getting a little tiresome ‘round these parts. Fortunately, Stretch That Skull Cover and Smile is really gutsy rock for most of the disc. Don’t fret CC fans, these guys aren’t reinventing themselves for the cover of Revolver or anything, they’ve just progressed sound wise––as is their right. The last track, “The Stars Drip Down,” is an awe-inspiring showcase for Kathryne Youkstetter’s vocals in a song Jeremy Chatelain, bandleader, originally wrote as a lullaby. It’s one of the best songs on the album and one of the best songs to come out of the valley in a long while.
–JP

Lindsay +INFLUENZI+ Heath
From Kid Madusa EP
Self-released
7.01
Lindsay +INFLUENZI+ Heath= Portishead + Kate Bush


Lindsay Heath is an artist entirely in her own right, comparisons to other female pianists aside. When not busy adding her unique talents drumming and playing to the arsenal of others, she unlocks her own powers on personal projects like this. My main complaint is that I wish this was a full-length as originally planned, but we will have to wait for the forthcoming LP. Bronwen Beecher on violin and Joel Hales on cello add some really nice accompaniement on the tracks and really give some guts to Heath’s piano skills. Her lyrics are also sinfully evocative. “Cold Blood” comes at you with this, for instance: “He doesn’t see her gold blood/I want to bless our blood/I want our blood to be one/I want to kiss her blood,” all sung in a very melancholy way on top of subdued drumming, making for a really interesting track, while ramping up to some steady and heel-thumping rock, which transitions to live performance really well.
–JP

6.10.2009

Local CD Reviews for June (SLUG)

[Original Location (excluding print)]



Standing Solo
Take This Night
Self-Released
Street: 11.01.08
Standing Solo = AFI + 30 Foot Fall
I immediately gravitated towards this album when I first played it. It had all the hallmarks of the music I liked in the late 90s: melodic “punk” with a bit of piss ‘n vinegar. I’ve changed and so has music and the demands I put on what makes an album truly great. All the bands I really admired from that pop-punk era, Strung Out, Propagandhi and Good Riddance ended up putting out more solid and adult themed albums while some groups that I really loved, like AFI, fell into an abyss of poppy shit. So this may hit somebody’s sweet spot in their teens, but older fans may want something more meaty (not directed at you, Russ Rankin).
The Sweater Friends
Everyone We Know
Self-Released
Street: 01.15
The Sweater Friends = Letters to Cleo + The Carpenters - Eating disorder (too squeaky for any disorder)
Your enjoyment of TSF depends on how much you like pop-acoustic duos, or enjoy feeling the pull on your heart strings this type of music elicits. I should say this is good for what it is, which is acoustic rock (such a thing still exists), and an improvement over the majority of bands like this in the region. Though such vulnerability-producing music should not be consumed by those males whose testicles have dropped for fear of a desire to begin watching movies like (insert generic crap sob story movie) on purpose. I don’t know if I’ve ever been too into this sort of over-earnest fluff, but I know I did listen to too much Carpenters music when I was young, so maybe that type of audio abuse makes me biased. I craved a little backbone during the listen and sometimes I think I’d do anything for a good rhythm section on this kind of music. Anything. A god damn tambourine even, for fuck’s sake.

Various Artists
SHR Spring 09 Sampler
Spy Hop Records
Street: 3.30
Spy Hop Artists = The Future of The World + Good ol’ fashioned SLC creativity
Spy Hop, the local non-profit enterprise known for mentoring youth in a wide swath of media disciplines, is back at it with a sampler of their latest artists. The quality is shockingly good and diverse. The intro track to the collaboration is Malevolent Emcee’s “Charm Quark” and it sets the stage for the rest of the eclectic and charming disc. This sampler is a future “who’s who” of the local music community, so pay attention artists, fans and labels. Fortunately, there is something for all local supporters of artists in the area, including selections from Christian Butler’s bluesy-rock to hip hop and folk-revivalism. This organization is a great asset to the community and should be supported. Go to spyhoprecords.com for the skinny. –JP

5.28.2009

John Vanderslice (Original Location)
Everyman: John Vanderslice cultivates his passions, plants and all.
By Jon Paxton



John Vanderslice has yet to break American Idol big, which isn’t a bad thing for the well-rounded musician or his loyal fans. In fact, he prefers to hit small-scale venues like one of Salt Lake City’s beloved community stomping grounds.

“I definitely clearly remember the first time I played Kilby [Court]. They had a bonfire going, and I was opening for Death Cab. It was amazing!” he recalls fondly. “I remember Ben Gibbard saying, ‘You’re going to love this place; it’s really special.’ It’s definitely about the scene that people have created.” And he loves touring here. “There’s something about all that space and air. It’s a tremendous feeling … that feeling when you get to the mountain states. You see how many times I’ve played Kilby; I obviously have a real connection to that club.” Vanderslice also enjoys Velour in Provo, and is eagerly anticipating that show, as well.

Of course, he isn’t just sitting on his hands waiting to take the stage. Vanderslice recently released Romanian Names, a gem of an album marked by well-crafted lyrics and melodies that stick in your head for days after impact.

He’s also owned and operated analog studio Tiny Telephone since 1997. Spoon, among others, have chosen to record at the San Francisco spot for the attention to detail that a Vanderslice project entails. He is as meticulous in his recording as he is with the care of the Echium plants in his garden.

“They’re this kind of Dr. Seuss, ridiculously over-sized, glorious plant. I have about 10 or 11 varieties. I have one that’s blooming right now, and the spire of blooms is 12 feet tall.”

When he isn’t tending his 70 plants— more, if you count his herb garden—Vanderslice is touring and improving his chops.

“It’s something I’m still learning. Every rehearsal, I learn something about how to play my guitar and how to sing and how to back away from a phrase and how to attack a song,” Vanderslice says. “It’s very, very complicated.”

This confession sounds bizarre coming from a seasoned pro with eight LPs under his belt, but the man has heavy goals.

“I want to be a good live performer. I take all that stuff very seriously. I think there’s something very sacred about getting up on the stage with an instrument and being a good performer,” he says, adding that his commitment extends to the back end of making music. “I really respect good songwriters. I want to h
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ave practiced my craft to be considered a good songwriter. I’m not there yet, but I’m really working.”

And work he does. He is so obsessive when crafting his albums that he decided to bring some equipment into his home to track Romanian Names, a decision that had its ups and downs.

“You know, it can make you insane because you’re never free from feeling like you have to work because you’re 20 feet away from a 24-track tape deck,” he says with frustration. “It’s constantly calling to you like a neglected child.”

Vanderslice found this process very different from his other work, though, as his setup was more “bare-bones” and suited for microphone work. “That again was very freeing because I was able to do a lot of tracking, doing vocals and backup vocals in the basement. That’s why the album is so vocal heavy,” he explains. “Some of the songs have 18 or 19 voices on them. They’re intensely layered.”

Vanderslice is equally complex. In fact, he has something else to share that he’s never really discussed before. “I’m totally obsessed with basketball. I played it when I grew up and I’m obsessed with the playoffs and the NBA. And nobody has ever asked me about basketball, and I’m deeply disappointed,” he sighs. “I’m a huge Utah Jazz fan forever. I don’t know what happened this year with them. But the Jazz are the kind of team I love. They play very correct basketball and their defense is obsessive. Of course, the antithesis of everything I love is the Los Angeles Lakers.”

JOHN VANDERSLICE
Velour
135 N. University Ave, Provo
Wednesday, May 27
8 p.m.

Kilby Court
741 S. 330 West
Thursday, May 28
7:30 p.m.
All-ages
X96's Todd Nuke'Em (Original Location w/ better photos)
Business Time: Todd's Top 5
By Jon Paxton



Don’t let his blue mohawk throw you off, Todd Nuke ’Em of X96 is all business if your business is to play rock & roll on one of the longest-running alternative stations in the nation. He’s also not such a bad writer, authoring three books in his down time.
Nuke ’Em’s latest novel Blogs of Wrath (iUniverse), to be released this summer with co-author Zack Shutt (of the Geek Show Podcast with Kerry Jackson), is an interesting follow-up to his second work, Rated F (Star). Nuke ’Em describes the new novel this way, “It’s a story about a kid trying to grow up in the suburbs of Salt Lake City. It’s placed in this post-Columbine era where teachers are scared of kids,” he says, then continues with a wry grin, “It’s about the kind of stuff I would do as a kid that would get you thrown out of school now.”

Nuke’Em has been a DJ in the local radio scene for a long time—“In August, it will have been 21 years. Oh, my God, my radio career is old enough to drink!”— having started as an 18-year-old at KJQ. “It was 1988. I started as an overnight board-op, then did some intern on-air shifts. Then I started doing regular weekend hours,” he reflects with fondness. “My first daytime shift was Christmas morning, but I was excited, because the sun was up.”

It’s hard to imagine this veteran being excited about a daytime slot, but his career steadily upgraded from KJQ parttime to X96 full-time, culminating with Nuke ’Em’s latest progression in broadcasting as he took over as X96’s Program Director in 2003.

Nuke ’Em still has youthful energy radiating from him after all these years, but he handles the responsibilities of the station professionally as organizers ramp up for this scene mainstay’s biggest event of the year. “There’s this little thing we’re doing called the X96 Maverik Big Ass Show [BASh]. We keep ticket prices as cheap as we can: $20. It’s our way of letting the listeners come and have a blast,” he reveals. “This year we moved it up to May 29 [at Usana Amphitheater] to start the summer with it and have a kickoff party.”

The list of bands for this year’s blowout is massive and growing all the time (Dropkick Murphys singer Mike McColgan’s group Street Dogs was just added, for instance). Todd has a few groups he’s really looking forward to, beginning with an X96 listener favorite. “Obviously the Offspring is going to be huge, it’s been four-and-a-half years since we’ve seen them. They’re going to put on a headlining set. And it’s going to be nuts.” The BASh is also known for bringing new talent onto the radar of Utah rock fans. Consider the case of The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus: “One of their first big shows was the BASh back in 2006 when they were brand new and nobody really knew who they were,” Todd explains, “it was one of the first big things they did. And they’re excited about coming back.”

Another well-established band with a huge regional following and nationally growing fan base join the bill playing the main stage, as Todd excitedly exclaims: “I’m stoked about Mury. Those guys just tear the place apart.” And the BASh’s signature Live & Local stage will also be presenting several homegrown bands for Utah fans. Nuke ’Em has decided to start the party early with his iPod’s bevy of big-ass music put on shuffle: some songs from upand-comers featured at the BASh popped up along with a couple of tracks from his days at KJQ.

Joy Division
“New Dawn Fades”
Unknown Pleasures
"This band will always remain underestimated, mostly due to the dark nature of their lyrics and Ian Curtis’ deep, droning—and yet somehow soulful—vocals. I can’t resist a great song about personal struggles of life and death."

The Offspring
“You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid”
Rise and Fall, Rage and Grace
"This song will stir the Big Ass Show into a swirling, sweaty mosh pit. But, then again, every song they play will do that."

Billy Boy on Poison
“On My Way”
Drama Junkie Queen
"This is the band that Kiefer Sutherland signed to his Ironworks record label. This is a young band, but they make sassy rock & roll songs beyond their years. Make sure you arrive early at the Big Ass Show. Kiefer told me a few stories about how this band behaves on stage. Trust me. You want to see their performance."

Depeche Mode
“Home”
Ultra
"I have every Depeche Mode song ever made on my iPod, but this track remains a favorite. Brilliant lyrics around a captivating melody, sung by Martin Gore … hell, I put this song on repeat."

New Order
“Bizarre Love Triangle”
Brotherhood
"This song may not live up to their timeless classic 'Blue Monday', but 'Bizarre Love Triangle' is a highlight of ’80s dance music in an era of Taylor Dane, Stacy Q., and Milli Vanilli. New Order knew how to keep a beat and make an intelligent dance record."

5.19.2009

Through Broken Glass and Crushed Throats: The Derby Girls Go At It

by JP [jp@slugmag.com]

Added May 18, 2009


The first battle between the Derby Girls of Salt Lake (Salt City Shakers) and the Ogden’s Junction City Roller Dolls (Junction City Trainwrecks) went off with almost no hitches – if you exclude a deadly fishbowl and a near miss on a throat crushing. WTF? Yes, a derby girl employee was crossing the track at one point and her raffle ticket-filled fishbowl spilled on the track as she slipped and fell on some of the glass. My wish of seeing blood on the derby girl arena floor was finally sated. Not bad for my first time at such an event.

Yes, I was a Derby Girl virgin and got my cherry thoroughly popped as I got the first-hand on this interesting event. I had envisioned slanted floors in an arena surrounded by benches, like them motion pictures about the heyday of the sport back in the 70s, but this was a flat-track event, and a blow-out as well – 203-46. The Salt Lake girls showed their spunk as they massacred the poor Junction City broads. So sad for them, but grand for our chapter. This sort of inter-league battle should become more commonplace soon, and hopefully the competition will bring some more fight with them next time.


The turnout at this event was another shocking development as well. There were hundreds in attendance watching the furiously flying skaters zoom about the track. Some ladies had stars on their heads, others sported other weird symbols as well, and, as it was described to me, only certain team members could score. And score they did as other team members served as blockers against the rival team’s attempts at getting past the lines in the arena to mark down goals.


In the process, a Junction City girl fell and was skated over, on her neck from what I scoped ringside. As the medical staff came to peruse her injuries all play ceased and the team members from both sides knelt in silence as her situation was stabilized. As she skated away the action resumed, it was all part and parcel with the rules of the game, and “what they signed up for” as a former derby girl related to me upon telling her the events that transpired at the track that night.

[The Author with Derby Girl China White aka Jamie Palmer]


And what a game. Thank god for original sports entertainment in this town. When franchises like the Jazz consistently bail, we have some badass ladies in town making sure sport-fan morale stays high during the NBA playoffs.


If you haven’t ever seen these amazing athletes perform, go check out the controlled craziness and snag a brew. And make sure you pick up a program: the rules are printed in there and will save you the hour of confusion I suffered with my head up my Derby Girl virgin ass.

5.12.2009


The Penalty Box Records crew did something almost unheard of in the Utah music scene last Saturday: they hosted an MC battle. What? Yes, yes they did. The New Song Underground, which is really underground––and worthy of being sought out––hosted the event.





Keegan of Penalty Box gives the rules





And then begins to draw the names of the challengers


14 MCs showed up to have their names randomly drawn from a hat to be matched against a random opponent. The rules included no physical touching during the match. And the bouts consisted of two rounds, consisting of 30 seconds for each entrant as DJ Handsome Hands spun the hooks on the wheels.



MC Lou Wildamiss Drops some knowledge

The winner of the Saturday match will compete in the finals to be held later this year for bragging rights and the good graces of one of Utah’s more innovative hip hop/rap labels.


The schooling continues


But everybody left friends

Bad Apples man behind the scenes, Keegan, threw another diverse event to great acclaim considering the packed house and the very interesting rhyme action of the participants.


The entrants await their turn


The next Show ‘n Prove is in September and should test the seams of the New Song Underground’s space with the sure to be larger crowd and larger bunch of entrants.

Peep it then.


Jon Paxton

5.02.2009

Yes, the rumors are true. I was "let go" from Simmons Media today.


Thank the gods, though, for my new found freedom. I'm really looking forward to putting the last 5.5 aggregated years of my life in radio aside for right now in a full-time capacity*. Because I do many things and love keeping variety in my short allotment here on earth.

So haters can still fuck off, and my people get my respect and well-wishes!

Love,

JP
May 1st '09

*This blog has been edited since its original posting due to ongoing X96 issues.

5.01.2009

The Funkman



Check out my most recent shit in SLUG. This was on Del. He's coming to a state near you so check the tour schedule.

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Del, Deltron, The Funky (or Funkee) Homosapien. Maybe too many names for one man, but he wears them all with panache. If you ask Del the Funky Homosapien if an honorific like “Mr” needs to be put in front of those monikers, though, he’ll just laugh and say, “You can just call me Del, man.”

OK then Del, let’s go …

An almost two-decade long career in the rap/hip hop world is almost unheard of, but Del is still in “the game” after all the fads––and the current, shitty state of affairs in the rap world ––have proceeded to new depths. “People don’t expect anything from rap music at this point, because the expectation level is so low. Now I feel it’s just a vehicle for people to make money,” Del says. “After years of people buying these whips and ships and trips it’s ridiculous.”

Del even takes his streak as an independent entity one step further: he does his own production on almost all of his work and it is still damn good. But Del still keeps it in proper perspective. “I feel like I’m just starting. It can take a real artist, a musical artist, 20 years to get into their groove,” he says. “Before, I was a kid making sounds on a drum machine. I’ve studied music theory for about 10 years now and I actually know what I’m doing. I’m in a different place.” And thankfully that place is far away from wherever the fuck the other pretenda-artists in the industry currently reside, either being scammed by their labels or busy scamming their fans with sub-par music. Del has eschewed both routes by deciding to release his latest album for free at: delthefunkyhomosapien.bandcamp.com.

Unfortunately, people drinking “hate juice” put Del in a soul-searching mind frame before he released his seventh solo album for free. “I was kinda scared because people are so jaded nowadays. I felt people would say ‘Oh you’re trying something,’ yaknowhatI’msayin?” he says. “But I’m not trying nothing ––you’re not gonna buy it. I might as well put it out if people aren’t gonna buy it. I’m not stupid – I’ve seen the download game. But people have come up to me and said good things about it so far.” As they should. Funk Man is classic Del down to the sixth track, “I’m Smelling Myself.”

There isn’t any sort of donation scheme or deluxe edition to entice fans into buying the album later. The business model Del is going for is the worst kind of business model: the kind that doesn’t generate any money. He is the kind of artist that genuinely needs to make the art. “I make a lot of music. I make music every day––that’s my release,” he says, “I put it out there for free because ultimately an artist wants people to hear it. I make so much of it. I’ve got like albums stacked up now.”

And Del is bringing all of that decades-plus music to the Urban Lounge on May 18. Touring and merch may be the only way for this guy to break even with the album not being on sale. Del may not be that happy about the tour grind. Some musicians like to inflate touring as a glorious event full of debauchery but Del shares an honest sentiment about it, saying, “It takes a lot out of me. The traveling, eating the bad food. There’s worse things I could be doing for a living. It ain’t that bad, but it takes a toll on my body. It’s a lot of work for me.”

Del seems like the kind of producer/emcee who can just get lost fucking a beat for hours and just live in the studio. But in case you think he won’t put on a good show, be advised against that line of reasoning, because Del always delivers. He brings the unwary a great experience with, what he says will be, “Some of my classics if you can call ‘em that. Stuff from Deltron 3030, stuff from Gorillaz, stuff from all my albums. There’s spots where we improvise in the show. I do my own thing every night, you really don’t know what I might do,” Del says.

If you’re really questioning Del’s dedication to his job and his message, don’t stress. His last words to SLUG: “’Do you love music, do you love doing it?’ I think that is the one question that nobody asks. And the answer is ‘yes.’ I would do it if I get paid or not. Getting paid for it is a nice benefit but that’s not why I do it.”

Check out Del on May 18 at The Urban Lounge with A-Plus, Bukue One and Mike Relm 9 p.m

4.30.2009

What's Good With It

Lately some interesting things have been going on in the Life of Jon Paxton: and they've been gooood.

I got to catch a life-altering movie called Sin Nombre recently at The Broadway. This was an amazing piece of work that really shed some interesting light on the situation that hundreds of thousands deal with every year in Latin and Central America, that of immigration for work in the States. The story follows a young girl from Honduras up the trail to America and a better life. Her peaceful life gets maladjusted rapidly as she meets a young gang member trying to escape one of the most vicious gangs in the world. I highly suggest you watch this preview and think on it to expand your horizons about what the lowest class of people in the United States deal with to work toward the promise of a different existence.



I'm also excited, in a more positive manner about some upcoming concerts in May.

The Naked Eyes will be performing with Labcoat on May 2nd at Urban Lounge. That's this Saturday everybody! Get on it. It is also the day of the Labcoat LP release. Danger Hailstorm is also playing that night and it will be somebody's first time seeing that awesomeness unfold.

And the master of rhymes you enjoyed on the Gorillaz album with that one "Clint Eastwood" song, remember that?, is coming to town. His name is Del the Funky Homosapien and his rhymes is still illin son. Download his new album Funk Man: The Stimulus Package for free.


Then go check him out live on May 18th at the Urban Lounge. You won't be sorry. Del is the sh*t.

And if you didn't know, know you know.

4.21.2009

JP's Record Store Day Extravaganza

Investigate with your ojos the wonderment at its original location of this piece here at SLUGmag.com. I like the title they gave it: JP's Record Store Day Extravaganza. Hells yes!

National Record Store Day has made a bold move standing up against the huge music store chains with performances and sales throughout the American community of retailers two years in a row now. It was a day meant to re-affirm the local emphasis in communities that need reminders of why supporting local shops is important.

SLUG sent me to MC the Record Store Day (Metal Stage) at the Graywhale in Ogden and it was definitely worth the trip. The store staff were great and co-owners Jon and Dustin helped make the event a smooth and eventful time for the 6 bands, with a last minute 7th addition, even.

Check out the links under the photos for the websites of the bands and have fun hearing what you missed, and what big bands are coming up in the Utah hard rock scene.


Separation of Self double shred!

Separation of Self could have done a lackluster job with their set but they set the tone very well for the day by coming out fierce and heavy. The double guitar solos, as you can see above, were very efficient and masterfully done. Definitely worth the cost of admission: free.



Pilot this plane down


Pilot This Plane Down were heavy as fuck. I really enjoyed the way these guys broke it down. They fondly reminded me of the kind of music I used to play in a local band. Their music was one of the more notable in the lineup of 7 bands. They would attack then let up and then slip some slower songs in the repetoire that kept things interesting, unlike some of the other bands of this genre.


And Embers Rise
No comment.


Massacre at the Wake

Props for two things immediately go to the guitarist, one, for his choice in men's attire (SLUG shirt), and, two, to the awesome showmanship of this group of musicians. The word "metal" comes to mind when I think of this group now.


Massacre at the Wake (peep the SLUG shirt)


Jon of Graywhale thanks the bands


Birdeater


Gaza performs

Birdeater, as usual, tore it up on stage. Almost literally as I'm sure some of their fans suffered from extreme head cracking due to the vicious way they were throwing their noggins around. The same things can be said about Gaza though, as this group, shares a lot of similarity, in terms of style. As did Iota the band that played before Gaza. The incestuous nature of these groups, in terms of swapping of members, doesn't detract though. It just helps refine the sound of this particular slice of the scene.

Thanks go to the Graywhale stores, SLUG magazine and the bands/fans that showed up to support National Record Store day.

4.09.2009

Justin Townes Earle" rocked Salt Lake City twice in one day. No small feat for any man. He started off at an instore performance at The Heavy Metal shop, and then followed it up with a performance at the State Room.

JTE OMG

JTE!



JTE OMG

The crowd spilling out into the frigid air

JTE OMG

Justin Townes Earle

Earle’s music is of a genre I usually avoid when it starts swimming into the new country-pop. But his roots approach to folk-country makes it palatable and very enjoyable. His cover of a Carter family classic song also rang true as the crowd on the street listened intently to his one man show on the Heavy Metal Stage/Rear of Shop.

JTE OMG

I particullarly enjoyed “Mama’s Eyes,” a cut off his new album. Get with it and pick up his lastest album Night at the Movies (out on Bloodshot) at the Heavy Metal Shop if you’d like to expand your horizons. And tell Kevin Jon Paxton sent ya.


(Jon Paxton)


Telekinesis!

Telekinesis! was the suprise on this bill last Tuesday at Kilby. The debut album, Telekinesis, came out the day of the show so the excitement level was definitely high for the performance. Telekinesis (Michael Benjamin Lerner) was joined onstage by some fellow Seatlle band mates, including Say Hi’s tour bassist, David Broecker.



David Broecker of Telekinesis and Say Hi tour group

Judging by the tracks I heard from Telekinesis!, this artist will have a future if he can ride out the wave of the current Seattle scene. Check out his myspace and see if you agree. I did really dig on the the fact that the writer/performer behind the band is a drummer/singer/frontman. Pretty rare these days but always a nice change to see as it transforms the electricity of a live show.



Telekinesis!

Oohs and Aahs, released March 3rd, is a really great maturation of the Say Hi To Your Mom sound E.E. has been crafting over the last seven years. Trickles of some old school Seattle music bled through in undertones of older work but Say Hi's latest stuff is pretty good as a standalone outside of its scene.



Say Hi

I really enjoyed the opening track off the new album, "Elouise," as performed as the first song of Say Hi's set. It got me amped up and made me want to use snowboarder vernacular like "stoked" and "wicked." It was that good. Something about that song just resonates in my head. It's the reason I wanted to see this show in the first place. And it payed off.
Say Hi



(Jon Paxton)