Saturday, September 28, 2013
Even though the crowd was small this evening, the place rocked when they took the stage. Lindsey announced that it was Julie's birthday the following day, at midnight. Happy Birthday to you! What's strange is that it was here husbands birthday on the day they performed at Lollapalooza! After the show I caught Lindsey at the merch table where she signed copies of their EP. When asked how this compared to Lollaplooza, she was nice and said that these venues allowed her to get close to the crowd. A great night of music, hoping they come through again after they release their album in October.
Monday, September 23, 2013
I toyed with the idea of following the band to Florida where they perform at a two day 80's music festival on the coast east of Orlando, easy to do, but considerably more expensive. But I decided to wait until the band performs again in LA. A dream would be for estranged brother Jay Aston (red hair) to go out on tour himself and put his spin on the music. Among the fans, the the debate is similar to the one for Van Halen: Dave versus Sammy. But instead it is Jay versus Michael. It's all good to me.
Just two hours away
Escape, both body and mind
Life of fantasy
Three long hours to kill
A room lit by the glasses
As the eyes grow dim
Wears a lions mane
Dressed in Neo’s black trench coat
Sings like an angel
Jumping off the edge
Falling so fast with eyes closed
Soft lands on the grass
Seeks an explanation
Follows the trail, like bread crumbs
Lost in the darkness
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
A beautiful day that was relatively cool compared to years past, the temps in the 80's. The quiet time of the day was right after the gates opened, an hour before anyone took the stage. It was an opportunity to get all my gear put together and double check the schedule I'd be following through the day.
Apparently several of the bands dropped out of today's festival, messing up the schedule. Bands I hoped to see were gone, replaced by others. Bands scheduled to perform at a set time had been shifted to a different time. I would have liked to see Azealia Banks at the end of the day, but she was a no-show. But it all worked out in the end anyway.
A few of the bands I did manage to see and get some recordings of follow. The wind always plays havoc with an unshielded microphone!
Daniel Pujol grew up in Tullahoma, TN then he moved to Nashville and wrote a bunch of songs about life and theology and his sister and other things.
Adam Tanaka plays drums. He is a quiet dude who also makes screen prints. Sean Thompson plays lead guitar and Joey Scala plays bass. They’re buds and bonded at the brain.
With a steadily growing number of two-person bands, blues-rock has become more raw and more minimal. But Reignwolf beats out the likes of The Black Keys, Deap Vally, and even The White Stripes (R.I.P.) in the latter department by having only one member at its core: an easygoing Canadian named Jordan Cook. To be fair, Cook is sometimes joined onstage by two additional band members. But he mostly flies solo—stomping a kickdrum with two guitars slung around his neck. During an especially haunting rendition of “The Chain”, he alternates between boxcar acoustic and ghost town electric, capturing Fleetwood Mac’s tortured emotionalism while adding muscle with his laryngitic howl. Stacks of amps loom behind him — shadowy monoliths that crackle with every bend, strum, and pluck. During his self-penned “Electric Love,” Cook redefines the concept of a one-man band by taking a seat behind a full drum kit with guitar still in hand. He keeps the kickdrum steady while continuing to riff. Easy enough.
It is written:
Even in the urban wilds of Brooklyn, there may be no one else like Jean-Philip Grobler, aka St. Lucia. Originally from Johannesberg, St. Lucia grew up performing with the Drakensberg Boys Choir School. When the choir wasn’t traveling - they toured Japan, Australia, Europe and more - they stayed in an enclave tucked in the South African mountains, learning everything from Bach to minimalist opera.
A young musician could hardly find better training. But musically, St Lucia’s heart lay elsewhere, and South Africa was full of other rhythms. “My mom says I used to sing along to Michael Jackson,” he says - an ordinary anecdote, until he adds, “when I was an infant.” As a young teenager, he started to feel that he’d had his fill of classical, and it felt like an epiphany when he discovered the direct emotionality of pop. Eventually, he left the creative “small pond” of South Africa for England, where he spent three years studying music in Liverpool.
St. Lucia’s journey ended - as so many journeys do - in New York City, where he started working on the tracks that would ultimately turn into his self titled debut release on Neon Gold. The atmospheric quality of St. Lucia’s electronic pop is powerful, with the musician’s global travels and history of secret hideaways effortlessly passed onto the audience through his dreamy, shimmering synths.
Read it here: http://www.last.fm/music/St.+Lucia