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Too much talent in one room; not a regular Wednesday night.

Posted on 30 August 2010 by dD

Matt Hopper, The Devil Whale, Cameron McGill & What Army:  Live @ Kryptonite, Rockford, IL  |  08.25.2010

by Andrew Whorehall

Matt Hopper & The Devil Whale | Kryptonite, Rockford, IL 08.25.2010 | Photo provided by Chris Wachowiak at Krypto

Matt Hopper (& The Roman Candles) is a singer-songwriter from Hatcher Pass, Alaska (at least that’s what he’ll tell ya).  He’s lived everywhere it seems in the last 10 years, documenting his tales, characters from places he’s been to, places he’s from and places he’s going to next.  He’s released a few records on his own, as well as under the band name, The Roman Candles earlier in the last 10 years.

Brinton Jones is the lead singer songwriter of The Devil Whale; home base, Salt Lake City, Utah.  The band has self released a full length and their newest e.p. while opening for the likes of respectable artists like;  Cold War Kids, the Autumn Defense, Glen Phillips, Richard Buckner, Damien Jurado, the Band of Annuals, Mike Doughty, Rocky Votolato, Richard Swift, David Dondero and many more.

They recently passed through Rockford, IL, on, August 25th, a Wednesday night.  Usually a ‘staying in night’ for most, they arrived opening for a few of their midwestern friends;  Chicago’s, Cameron McGill & What Army.  3 great bands from all over the U.S. on one night, in Rockford, IL.  The amount of talent in the room may have been the most overwhelming aspect of the night for an informed witness/listener.

"Young Wives" E.P. – The Devil Whale

The Devil Whale opened first, convincing a small crowd unaware of their music to turn to their friends and ask, “Who are these guys?  They’re great.”  The Devil Whale played songs off their newest e.p. “Young Wives” and a few selections off their full length, “Like Paraders.” Rock, folk, harmonies slippin’ in and under classic pop arrangements with the right amount of feedback when needed, Kryptonite via Salt Lake City.  Jones’ songs, the band, on record are subdued, well crafted and produced- live, they explode.  The band supports Jones’ lead like a rock machine should.  There’s something going on in Utah;  there would be no surprise to see the ‘Whale’ sign with a respective indie label in the near future and accidentally open for the likes of indie giants while forging their own path to headline.  Catch them now;  an amazing, live band, great players in control of beautiful pop-folk arrangements that explode with color.

Hopper joined the Whale for the 2nd set performing his own set of tunes rooted in ‘Crazy Horse’ delivery and Americana stories of the road, people.  The first thing you’ll notice is Hopper’s voice, a commanding wail from a tiny frame that can hit some bar room falsettos and yelps from deep below.  A great story teller / band leader took control of the room with his own catalogue of songs, many from his recently released beauty of a record, “Jersey Finger.”  The  Devil Whale served as his, ‘Roman Candles,’  following Hopper’s emotional delivery and dressing up standard rock songs with Americana inflections and punk instincts.

Cameron McGill & What Army | Kryptonite, Rockford, IL 08.25.2010 | Photo provided by Chris Wachowiak at Krypto

Cameron McGill & What Army had to close the night after all that;  and they did mightily.  The Army this time around featured Adam Plamann (The Wandering Sons / Miles Nielsen) on keys and sax, and newly hired touring bassist / songwriter, Miles Nielsen (Harmony Riley / The Wandering Sons / Miles Nielsen & The Rusted Hearts).

What’s most ironic about this night of  great talent is that it could have been billed as “Cameron McGill & The Wandering Sons.”  Luckily the midwest irony only went as deep as the eye would allow incestuous, midwest, musical thoughts & connections.  Cam’s songs are musically monstrous regardless of presentation, trampling such thoughts.  The Army and their Rookies took the bar that Hopper and the Whale raised and dismantled it, playing songs from their newest, e.p., “Deserters” and previewing songs from their  finished full-length, record, “Is A Beast” (Due in 2011).

"Deserters." E.P. - Cameron McGill & What Army

Older cuts from “Hold on Beauty” and “Warm Songs for Cold Shoulders” fleshed out a majority, electric set.  Cameron’s voice was in majestic, vicious form and the Army with their newbies in toll proved why they are one of the midwest’s finest going right now;  giving character and weight to McGill’s fragile, honest, emotional songs while playing their own hearts out.  The band is oiling up for a fall tour with Margot & The Nuclear So & So’s where McGill will be doing double duties, keys and what nots for Margot’s gang and then leading his own mates through the east coast and back.  Do what you can to catch this band.

The amount of talent in that room that night has left a mark on me for days. Each band brought their A+ game to an F+ city in the middle of nowhere.  Just another night in Rockford, IL, that I, and many others who were lucky enough to be there to listen, won’t forget soon.

Thank you to Chris & Kryptonite for another great, irregular night of music by 3 of  America’s great bands in one spot.

aw  |  andywhorehall.com

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Lindsey’s Warped Tour Adventure 2010

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Lindsey’s Warped Tour Adventure 2010

Posted on 19 August 2010 by Lindsey

by Lindsey Bakker

The best part of Warped Tour is that it’s a choose your own adventure concert. Usually, I buy my tickets months in advance and spend my time planning out what bands I will be seeing. This year, however, I put off buying my ticket for a long time. There were several bands that I sort of wanted to see, but would have the opportunity to see in smaller venues later in the year. Also, several of the bands on the tour that I would have loved to see (e.g. Bouncing Souls, Motion City Soundtrack) were not playing at the dates that I could attend. While most of the younger crowd gravitated toward hardcore bands such as Bring Me the Horizon and Suicide Silence, I chose the older punk/ska holdouts of the tour: Pennywise, Face to Face, Reel Big Fish, Alkaline Trio.

The most cruicial band for me to see this year was Face to Face. Formed in 1991, they officially broke up in 2004. In 2008, the band started playing random live shows again, but I never caught one of them. Because of their influence in almost everything I listen to, it’s really embarrassing for me to admit this: before this year, I had never heard one Face to Face song. At least not one that I remember. It became more embarrassing for me once they started playing. I didn’t know a single song, but man, they were unbelieavably good (describe what made them so good). It’s a shame that none of the younger crowd where there (Set Your Goals was playing at the same time) to witness this example of what Warped Tour used to be. Meanwhile, I stood there and wondered where this band had been all my life. During their set, Face to Face announced that they’re planning a fall tour in support of their album Laugh Now, Laugh Later due out this fall. I will not be missing that show.

Alkaline Trio at Warped Tour 2010

One of the most solid performances I saw that day had to be Alkaline Trio’s set. Thirty to forty minutes long, it was loaded with old favorites. The band did not play any songs from their 2008 release, Agony and Irony. That kind of disappointed me, but just because that’s the album I’m most familiar with. They played a single song, “Dine, Dine, My Darling” off their current release, dedicated to their friends in Every Time I Dine (Every Time I Die). It was a cheap joke, but it amused the crowd. For me, the highlight of the set was “Continental” (from 2003’s Good Mourning). Matt Skiba dedicated this song to those of us in the crowd who had lost a friend and the friends we had lost. Although the song never resonated to me before, it was a touching moment and it’s added extra meaning to the song for me now. The band played crowd fravorites “My Friend Peter” and “She Took Him to That Lake Over There (She Took Him to the Lake).” Again, it was a smaller crowd than I expected, especially for such a wildly popular Chicago band. When they played Warped Tour just two years ago the crowd was twice the size. I wonder if fewer of the old fans are going to Warped Tour because of lineup choices and changes in the general atmosphere.

Of the several Chicago bands on the tour this year, Deals Gone Bad was highly recommended to me by several friends. Their laid-back reggae-ska sound was ideal for the perfect summer day. The younger crowd missed out on this band by wandering by without stopping, or going to see larger bands on other stages. I was tempted to grab some of them and drag them over to say, “See this? You should be listening to THIS, not THAT.” Deals Gone Bad (Myspace) will be playing September 18 at Mary’s Place in Rockford. If, for some reason, you miss that show you should check them out October 22 at the Beat Kitchen in Chicago.

Andrew WK is something that you have to see to believe. He was the only band that I saw that day that had a true intro to the set (and a backup singer in a gold leotard, for some reason). Unfortunately I was only able to catch 3 songs, but I thoroughly enjoyed what I did see. All of it just made me giggle. It was pure spectacle, but well-performed spectacle. Anyone who’s heard one Andrew WK song has heard them all. Simple lyrics, mixed with subtle changes in tempo. I think it would have worn thin if I had stayed the whole time. I also don’t think that I will ever want to catch a headlining date for him. I’d get sick of songs about partying hard after about 3 songs. That’s my limit.

Pennywise has been on my list of bands to see for just about forever, and they are one of the reasons I chose to attend Warped Tour this year. When I got to the stage, the audience was packed and the band was in full swing. The band was ready to judge the performance harshly. The original singer of the band, Jim Lindberg, left the band in 2009, and was replace by Zoli Teglas, but once the band started to play, it just didn’t matter. For a band I wanted to see so badly I didn’t know any of the songs they played. They won me over with their sound and raw intensity. They are a band that made me want to be lost in the pit just fucking rocking out. Unfortunately, I had a backpack with me, and the pit area was full so I couldn’t just jump right in. However, I’ll have my chance in October at Riot Fest in Chicago.

Reel Big Fish consistently puts on a good show but I was worried about seeing them at Warped because they tend to talk too much. That can be a set-killer for Warped Tour’s 30 minute time limits (Sidenote: Never, EVER, see NOFX at Warped. They will play 3 songs and talk for 20 minutes.) Thankfully, today Reel Big Fish was consistently funny, cutting off their jokes before they wore out. They played their first song, left the stage, and berated latecomers upon returning for missing their set. This was repeated maybe 3 times, until I was rolling my eyes then they stopped messing with the audience and launched into quite possibly the best Reel Big Fish set I’ve ever seen. They stuck to mainly old songs. The majority REALLY old songs, like from when I was in high school and Turn The Radio Off. The girls from Tip The Van joined to add the female vocals for “She Has a Girlfiend Now.” They played crowd favorite “S.R.” This is usually my least favorite part of a RBF set. They always play this song, and then repeat it a dozen musical styles (e.g. emo, country, screamo, latin, etc). It just keeps going and going and I hate it. Today, they kept it to just 3 variations and moved on. A Metallica cover rounded out the set, as did “Another F.U. Song” from Monkey’s for Nothing, Chimps for Free. That made me a bit uncomfortable, as there was a 7 year old in front of me, and they kept swearing. RBF left the stage, and returned for an encore of “Beer,” quite possibly the best RBF song ever.

Sum41 never ceases to amaze me. I love this band. They had several hits in 2000-2001 off Half Hour of Power and their first full-length album All Killer, No Filler but seem to have fizzled out since then, at least in popular radio play. Apparently no one told this to the band. If Pennywise won me over with their intensity, Sum41 delivered this one hundred times over. They are raw intensity, power, and passion. Make no mistake, this is a FUCKING PUNK ROCK BAND that got lucky and had a few hits on TRL. They are like a high school garage band trying to be Green Day and rocking it. It works for them and they are so fantastic. Deryck Whibley looks young, contributing to thinking they’re a younger band than they are, although he’s my age. He runs and jumps all over the stage in true punk rock fashion. The set consisted of the popular singles, a new song, and a Metallica cover. They also covered the Rolling Stone’s “Paint it Black.” I got to the set late, but stood in the back jumping and screaming along the whole time. This was my last band of the day and I almost bought a ticket to see Warped in Chicago just so I could see Sum41 again. They are that good.

What struck me about this Warped Tour adventure that I haven’t seen in previous years was the camaraderie between all the bands bands. Every band I saw shouted out to other bands that I had either seen that day or planned on seeing. They encouraged the crowd to check out their friends sets. Although I didn’t catch his set, I saw Reverend Peyton wandering the crowd checking out acts before joining Pennywise on stage. To me, this is a huge part of what not only Warped Tour is to me, but what the punk scene should be. We are all in this together, not just the bands, but the crowd as well.

Always the case with Warped Tour, there are bands that don’t fit into your schedule and/or bands that you didn’t expect to see (and enjoy) and do. I wasn’t able to catch Chicago’s AM Taxi. My only consolation was that I’d be able to see them at the end of August in a small venue. I also missed one of the oldest bands on the tour, The Casualities, as well as Reverend Peyton’s Big Damn Band. As I said, I saw the Reverend walking around and he looked cool as hell so I’m a little upset that I missed that. Instead I got two wonderful surprises: Poema and American Sixgun.

I have to preface my review of Poema’s set to describe how I came to see them. I had a while before my first band and I was wandering around the giant merch tent (more on that later). Poema’s dadager (dad + manager) was manning the Tooth & Nail tent. He was making deals with anyone who would pause in front of the tent to buy the cd and see their acoustic set later in the day. It was clear that he loves his family very much, which was touching, but he took it to a level that was nearly creepy. I also saw him throughout the day circulating through the crowd, talking to anyone who would listen to him about Poema, and hawking the CD. This seemed pretty inappropriate. He targeted girls at the show, which was probably because that would be the audience for the band. However, he’s a middle aged man, and many of these girls were teens. You get the picture? It was creepy and a little much. I felt for the girls, who are in their late teens and early twenties. They must have been mortified if he did this in every city. I did score their EP plus an Atticus sampler for only $5 though, which is a good deal.

Poema = Another horrible band name.

Poema (that’s “poem” with an “a” on the end, as explained by Elle during the set) is Elle (18) and Shaeleen (20) with their younger brother on drums. While other reviews have compared them to Taylor Swift and the Jonas Brothers, these comparisons don’t do them justice. Their sound is neither groundbreaking nor unique but they are talented musicians and have a knack for writing clever lyrics. Their dadager told me that Elle has a talent for working with words to create witty lyrics. I didn’t hear any witty wordplay, but their lyrics are surprisingly sophisticated for songs about awkward dates and meeting the right boy. The best song of the set, “Boys & Bugs,” came at the request of the crowd. Sweet and sophisticated, I scoured the internet for a way to download it. This is high praise coming from me, who usually hate female singers with a passion. The girls embody teenage awkwardness with their between-song banter, but shine once they start playing. Elle is particularly charming as only a soon-to-be-adult can be. Her entire face lights up as she plays, and you can see her love for music radiate through her. It’s inspiring, and that is what will keep me coming back to this band. Poema is definitely not something I would choose for myself, but their EP has been on repeat on my iPod since their performance.

While on my way to see Sum41, I caught American Sixgun’s last song. As excited as I was for Sum41, I had to stop and listen. After that, I was lucky enough to snag copies of the 2 albums they were throwing after the show. They were a little more rock’n’roll than I expect from Warped Tour (think Bon Jovi, but cool) but they snagged a small crowd of mostly older fans. I have to think that some of these were parents waiting to pick up their kids.

Warped Tour is always a mix of the good and the bad. There was a fairly strong musical lineup this year. Even if it is the main focus, Warped is not all about the music. Ten years ago, you could go to tour to see skateboarding and BMX exhibitions. That’s no longer the case, and this year the display was tucked at the back of the grounds where almost no one could find it. It’s disappointing, but reflects the changing interests of the kids going to the Tour. Skateboarding is not as mainstream as it was back when I was in college and started going to Warped.

Warped Tour has switched the focus to community awareness. This year, it featured a large non-profit area where groups such as To Write Love on Her Arms (TWLOHA for the hip teenager), Truth, and Keep aBreast. PETA is a constant presence as well. It’s an honorable move to get the next generation involved, but I really feel like a jackass when I pass right by the tents. I just don’t need to be on another mailing list. Usually I stop and get free stuff from Truth. Even if I don’t agree with the group, they give out great t-shirts. This year I was informed that I was too old to get free stuff, as the organization really want teenagers to see their peers sporting the Truth gear. It was my own fault, for being stupid enough to admit to being too old.

I made another stupid mistake that day. Amethyst Jeans joined Warped Tour last year to promote themselves by giving out free jeans. Any girl would be skeptical about getting jeans without a chance to try them on but these are the best. I don’t mean to sound like an advertisement, I just love my jeans that much. Therefore, I was excited to get another free pair this year. That is, I was excited until I learned that several people got in line multiple times to get up to three pairs of free jeans. Again, I was naïve (or stupid) enough not to even think of playing the system. Dumbass.

There is also a huge “Merch Tent” with other tents scattered about the grounds. I love that, in Milwaukee at least, most of the bands are consolidated into one area. It may seem like shameless commericialism to some, but it doesn’t offend me. It does piss me off that, in recent years, labels have stopped giving out free samplers of their bands. Now they charge $5, but I wouldn’t pay that much for a load of bands that I’ve never heard. Also obnoxious are the multitude of bands both in the grounds and waiting outside that stick a huge pair of earphones on you to try to market their band. I get that they need to market somehow. They just don’t need to be so damn pushy.

One final thought on the crowd. I met some nice people and, for the most part, Warped patrons were teenagers. I got the impression that very few of the younger crowd was exposed to anything new or unexpected. Where are the older brothers (or parents) saying, “Hey, you like that band? Why don’t you check out this band?” This wasn’t completely nonexistent at Warped: during Reel Big Fish, I saw a young mother teaching her 7-year old to skank. Still, few kids happened upon Deals Gone Bad although they had to walk right by the band to get to the main stage. It makes me angry and sad that this generation shuts themselves off from something that could be life-changing.

Overall, I was satisfied with my experience. I came away having seen several bands that I’d always wanted to see. I bought more CDs than I needed but didn’t spend nearly as much money as in previous years. The only part I had to complain about was the very painful sunburn, and that went away in a few days.

LB

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FOX39′s “Rockford Idol” winner sings Leonard Cohen’s, “Hallelujah.” He’s from Naperville, by the way.

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FOX39′s “Rockford Idol” winner sings Leonard Cohen’s, “Hallelujah.” He’s from Naperville, by the way.

Posted on 17 July 2010 by dD

By Andrew Whorehall

Operation Rockford Fail:  A sexy, blond highlighted, orange skinned boy from Naperville, IL, win’s Fox39′s, “Rockford Star” contest before a hot, screaming, Market Day Crowd.  The contest is a Midwest preliminary for the amazing TV show, “American Idle.”  The winner, Clayton Heinrich, is from Naperville, not Rockford.  Whatever, it’s funny either way.  Good job, Fox39.  Thanks for the article.

Clayton, from Naperville, wins "Rockford Star!"

Clayton, from Naperville, wins "Rockford Star" & performs "Hallelujah" {Photo by Ben Woloszyn, @ www.rrstar.com}

The kicker was this: The crowd, FOX39 endorsed winner, performed Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah,” to a very happy crowd of American Idle fans as his encore performance. The Milky Market Day crowd was glazed over with tears of joy and shiny bright, white smiles.

“Rockford Star” contest aside, the Market Day event in downtown Rockford, was wonderful.  I ate a hometown cupcake by CAKED, absolutely delicious, drank a hometown Carlyle brew, the Irish Stout- amazing, and ordered 3 wood-ovened pizzas to go by an unknown family business that has no business location- yet.  PLEASE start a business, the pizza I brought home was great.  Not better than downtown’s long established, Capri, but great.

While waiting for the pizza, I stood in awe of Naperville boy’s performance of “Hallelujah.” Something terrible happened overnight in my sleep. It has ruined my appreciation for the song, now, 19 hours later.  I woke up today and tried listening to John Cale’s version (the destruction of the soul version as I call it, see below), Jeff Buckley’s… even Rufus Wainwright.  Scarred.  It’s going to take some time.

I vented my complaints about this performance (along with the ironic fact the boy was from Naperville, not Rockford) on the popular social media outlet, Facebook. Or as I’ve resorted to calling it amongst people who really get my sense of humor; Tardbook, MrMurasakisbook, Titanpridebook, Americasbook, Assbook, Phishfansbook, Noonereadsanymorebook… the list goes on.

It spurred some good questions and comments by some of my favorite people.  A friend from one of my favorite local pubs and eateries, The Olympic Tavern- a family owned, Rockford establishment for 65 years, pointed out;  “NO mention of Cheap Trick anywhere.” The RRStar’s famed journalist, Geo, a HUGE Cheap Trick fan (17 related articles she’s posted on the Tricksters at RrStar since last Oct. 7th, 2009), failed to mention anything about our beloved hometown musical heroes while covering “Rockford Star.” She’s always known for covering the Trickster tid bits so this was strange to see, read. I learned this boy with the nice highlighted hair and altar boy voice was from Naperville, IL- not Rockford.  Good job, Fox39, Rockford, the milky-faced crowd with their slimy smiles and sweaty brows cheered him onto victory.

Click here for yesterday’s proof of the “Rockford Star” coverage by RRStar and Geo.

There was a comment posed by an ex-patriot Rockfordian, now Arizonian, resident who asked:  “I almost want to hear this rendition to see how it went. There are a couple versions people did on YouTube that were pretty good, but Buckley’s version? Man I don’t know if that one will ever be surpassed.” I agree, why even attempt something that’s been destroyed by John Cale and Jeff Buckley? I’d argue their versions are far better than Cohen’s original; but neither of theirs would exist without Leonard Cohen’s. Hmm. so I thought about it more.

And I started thinking about why Clayton’s version works the best for Rockford, America, white people. It was the sound of his performance, the delivery, almost mocking Buckley’s version without trying…. hmm, what was it about this version I can’t stand? I’ve been sitting on it all day, it’s affected my creative work process (I do have billable work to do too) so  horribly I can’t find the right Saturday afternoon soundtrack to work to.

Let’s try to describe how this version of “Hallelujah” sounded and appeared to me, standing there, waiting for my 3 pizzas.

1. Find a business that calls itself a church- if you’re in AZ, wander into the desert, find a Rockford Metro Centre or Peoria Civic Center looking venue with a disturbing metal white Cross, or a nice Logo.  We have one here with a stroked 1pt to 3pt. lined box around an,”h.” The letter “h.” Design wise, it’s a great logo- Rockford LOVES it. Now, park your car away from the cross near the quickest assumed exit. Go inside.

2. Wait for a spiritual service to begin, buy some coffee, maybe purchase a book and a CD too. I opt for bumper stickers and gawking at the hot, born again 28 year olds that used to party hard when they were 16-26.  I like to prove my capitalist allegiance to the Lord’s people on my car while driving with a bumper sticker. It’s an Illinois thing, maybe you can start a trend in AZ or other states need be?

3. So wait, just wait for the band to start playing…. wait, sit through the lecture performance, look over the crowd, beautiful women everywhere. A spiritual lesson of sorts.  Some of these performances & lectures by those that call themselves ‘ministers’ or ‘priests’ include long-winded reasons to NOT see that movie Tom Hanks was in, “DaVinci Code.” My favorite visit to a fake church for laughs was the one I was dragged to for political research before the 2004 election– to physically see how the Republican party was funding video advertisements endorsing President Cheney and his pal, George Bush Jr’s, anti-abortion stance through video advertisements filtered through Evangelical churches preaching about family morals and anti-abortion laws.  Yawn.  SO SUBLIMINAL and creepy.  Somehow it worked, another 4 years were rewarded to President Cheney.  What a dumb country.  (Bush’s campaign = smart but creepy.  Get the dumb, white, christian people to vote based on abortion laws and the war on their own emotions- FEAR OF TERROR.  There will be laughs for decades, major thank yous to christian elephants, FOX television, Florida and Ohio.)

My Chemical Romance

My Chemical Romance, or exactly what fake coffee-serving church band members look like for example.

4. Now, sometime before your next bowel movement and after the spiritual performance/lecture thing that causes people to stand and cheer and praise stuff, there’ s a good chance one of the band members- the best looking one who also could be a member of My Chemical Romance or AFI (or any sh*tty emo glam band) will step out to sing, like on American Idle, with an acoustic guitar, all sensitive and fake, white, R&B like.

5. At this point you will imagine “Halleluah” as it was originally written by Cohen as you prefer it performed, perfected versions by Buckley and Cale.

6. Grab your wife, galpal, coffee, book, cd, whatever, briskly walk-jog to your car. Drive home.  Now try to forget what just happened, get some sleep.

Does that help you imagine what I saw and listened to? I wonder if she, Geo (The RRStar journalist) or the crowd was even aware that Clayton was singing a Leonard Cohen original. A masterpiece with regards to modern day classical pop songwriting having been covered by so many respectable artists. I awoke from a night’s nap and thought further; HOW DARE YOU COVER this song if you can’t deliver it’s age and wisdom properly.

Clayton, how dare you?

FOX39, how dare you allow him to perform this traditional pop masterpiece to a crowd of salivating humans without cutting the mic off?  I AM SCARRED.

Now, after wasting your time,  here’s what it really looked and sounded liked.

I feel bad for Clayton, I have to point this fact out second to lastly– this is not about you, son. I honor and respect your ability to get up and perform alone before a predominantly jaded Rockford, IL crowd on a hot, sweaty, beautiful day. You did what you came to do from Naperville, to win. Hi five, you couldn’t pay me to perform in front of a majority, white, Rockford, sweaty or snobby crowd. You could pay me and then feed me afterwards to throw market day vegetables at the crowd (no problems there).

Also, this is not about the Market Day Event- it was great. If the point was overlooked, this is about irony, my hometown and a few other disturbing facts: Fake Churches, Arizona dreams, Facebook, Evangelical Republicans with business agendas using anti-abortion as a foil for votes- successfully (and disturbingly) I’ll add. Bottom line fact;  You made a “Rockford Star” out of a Naperville boy. Good job Fox 39, operation fail. Now, sit back, listen, watch this if you need to, I can’t anymore. Then, damn the Mississippi River for being so inviting, so cruel.

dD  | andywhorehall.com

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Danger @ 2010 Pitchfork Festival

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Danger @ 2010 Pitchfork Festival

Posted on 16 July 2010 by danger

Cub reporter Danger Stewart is on the scene at the 2010 Pitchfork Festival with updates all weekend long via the Sock Monkey Sound hotline. Check back here all weekend for new audio updates and live tweets. Pitchfork coverage sponsored in part by Hobnob Wines. Try their Pinot Noir, it’s really damn good.


DAY 1

Danger@Pitchfork: Part 1

Danger@Pitchfork: Part 2

Danger@Pitchfork: Part 3

Danger@Pitchfork: Part 4

Danger@Pitchfork: Part 5

DAY 2

Danger@Pitchfork: Part 6

Danger@Pitchfork: Part 7

Danger@Pitchfork: Part 8

Danger@Pitchfork: Part 9

Danger shaking his rump in a one man rave to LCD Soundsystem

DAY 3

Danger@Pitchfork: Part 10

Danger@Pitchfork: Part 11

Danger@Pitchfork: Part 12

Danger@Pitchfork: Part 13

Danger@Pitchfork: Part 14

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Short Form Review: The Jazz Problem

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Short Form Review: The Jazz Problem

Posted on 13 July 2010 by danger

By Alex D Stewart

What? Deep Blue Organ Trio at the Green Mill

WhereThe Green Mill, Uptown, Chicago

Why? Because I adore historic institutions and I live down the street

What is the thesis? A criticism of jazz ignorance by someone with a marginally less shallow understanding

Last Tuesday night I found myself at the historic Green Mill jazz club.  I’d been avoiding it for a little while because it’s almost prohibitively expensive (for me, at least.  I’m sure people with jobs have less of an issue with $6 cocktails and a $12 cover on weekends), but I had no plans and was in a musical mood.  The Mill relies heavily on its history and gets away with a lot of shit because of it (on any given night, it can be difficult to tell how many people are there for the music and how many came because of its reputation as Al Capone’s frequent hangout).  From my perspective, this is mostly forgiven by the Mill’s track record of booking live music almost every night of the week for almost 90 years now.  Even as the Uptown neighborhood saw some really, really rough years in the 60s, 70s, and 80s (aw, who are we kidding? The 90s too) the Mill kept booking music and also managed to become instrumental in the formation of the Chicago slam poetry scene (the Sunday night Uptown Poetry Slam has been running for a good 24 years now).

Green Mill Lounge


So that’s why I was there.  We walked in and found a scene that meshed fairly well with my expectations.  Dark, resplendently restored Prohibition era décor, and packed with white folks; the band churning away at small Swing combo and Bop era standards.  This is where I start trying to position my experience as being indicative of a larger issue with jazz:  We’re now coming up on a time when jazz has ceased to be a major market influence for almost as long as it was one.  Jazz has not moved units in any large amounts in America since the early 60s and it was supplanted by Blues and R&B as a reflection of Black culture and partying tendencies a further 10 to 15 years before that.  Even within the well established idiom of white people being the only ones to listen to jazz (or at least pretend to, as the long running joke contends) the perception has stagnated.  Asked to describe it, a random person will most likely come up with something that amounts to what was played by Dizzy Parker and their ilk.  A smoky Harlem club; clean cut men in suits wailing lightning fast notes on a Saxophone/Trumpet over a quick drum shuffle (boom chicka boom, etc), and an upright bass walking out the chords-I’d attribute this perception to the appearance of 40s/50s era icons like Buddy Rich and Dizzy Gillespie on the Muppets Show, and the Peanuts soundtrack but that’s another discussion.

Here’s why that’s a problem: It is certainly a very accurate understanding of a specific kind of jazz, but it has also not been relevant since 1954 (I obviously place myself at a higher level.  Being a fan of late era Coltrane and the free jazz of Cecil Taylor and Ornette Coleman and all.  You should roll your eyes).  As much as jazz is, and always was, about virtuosity, improvising, and swinging, it’s even more about pushing the boundaries of playing and composition. Literally since Morton and Armstrong began incorporating solos into the typical call and response of New Orleans jazz almost a hundred years ago, there has been a steady push against those walls formed by The Rules. So it’s fine if the style that has been found to be the most palatable combination of appealing to yet challenging a listener’s ears is Bebop- I always equate Bop era jazz with the art of Picasso.  It contains abstraction and is clearly modern & Modern, but has enough adherences to common form that it doesn’t cause viewers to push their perceptions of what constitutes art too far.  The only problem with this perception is that jazz didn’t stop.  It kept moving outward.  Freed from the confines of commercial appeal, it didn’t stop reaching.  Hell, my understanding of the avant garde really only extends to about 1970.  According to much more knowledgeable people than me, contemporary jazz has done things within both the dissonant, free styles and more melodic ideas that would seem as foreign to the players of 1968 as the outré drumming of Elvin Jones on, “Ascension,” and, “A Love Supreme,” would to those of 1950.  That’s the problem.  When I walk into a club in 2010 and see/hear people playing music that was growing stale 50 years ago, my heart loves it.  It’s just that, my brain can’t help but want more.

Deep Blue Organ Trio


Once again (I’ve been saying this a lot lately) that does not mean that The Deep Blue Organ Trio are not greatly skilled at what they do.  The bandleader/organist Chris Foreman is the kind of comical archetype that one doesn’t really expect to exist in real life.  A blind, older black fellow in Ray Charles shades, Foreman has the kind of commanding virtuosity that makes one stop in their steps and say, “Wait! Is this shit real?” The movement between his right hand and the bass lines of his left hand and feet was astounding and, when it came time to solo, Foreman often lowered the volume on his Hammond B3; almost demanding that the crowd pay closer attention in their listening.  Foreman was apparently not playing with regular partners so I’m not sure of the names of the other two players but they were most solid.  The guitarist’s rhythm was nicely complementary and I appreciated the way he mostly stayed away from Wes Montgomery style octaves.  The drummer, apparently a student of Art Blakey’s pounding, pushed the beat along with swagger, dropping bombs all over the place.  Like I said, my heart and foot loved it.  I just wish they could have done something for my brain.

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With a fireside, radio, pipe and a pet;  this is how I’ve imagined my country to be.

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With a fireside, radio, pipe and a pet; this is how I’ve imagined my country to be.

Posted on 12 July 2010 by dD

The Artists’ Ensemble,
Rockford’s only Professional Live Theater Group

By Andrew Whorehall

Steve Vrtol, pictured right, performing as "O.B. Abbot" in the Artists' Ensembles performance of "Radio Gals."

By the time you read this the Artist’s Ensembles limited run encore performance of ‘Radio Gals” will have ended and they’ll be preparing a run of their next play, Steve Martin’s “The Underpants.”  You should know one fact about Artists’ Ensemble upfront, they are this region’s only resident professional theater group.  Founded in 2004, AE is an Equity theater group that performs in the Cheek Theatre at Rockford College in northern Illinois.

Why is this important?  Because not many people in Rockford, Illinois, specifically the youth around here, know much about professional live theater.  Due to hard times, little ad dollars, or parents who are culturally inept, professional theater is starting to look like a long ago art form–  much like printmaking.  I’d hate to see it leave my community but there’ s a good chance it might if the youth don’t realize what it is and that it exists to enjoy and learn from.

Hooters Airlines

Hooters Airlines

Me?  I still haven’t survived the loss of GAP at Cherryvale Mall, but the real nail in the coffin wasn’t Ingersoll Milliing going kaputs in the early 2000s, no, it was Hooter’s pulling their airline out of Rockford Airport (Fly RFD, no, I won’t.  It’s just too pricey without the added benefits of tits and wings before I vomit somewhere after liftoff and touchdown.)  The Artists’ Ensemble (AE) is very important to the cultural well-being of a mentally run down society.  It’s important to know this now and for our city’s cultural future.

What makes a theater group professional? For one, some of their actors and stage managers belong to a union, many having majored in theater at a higher educational institution. Equity theater (Actors’ Equity Association or AEA) is the labor union that represents over 48,000 actors and stage managers in the United States.   These are professional actors, not community activists and bored, stay at home moms with trust fund kids that call themselves actors or stage managers just to get out of the house. They’re provided the benefits you’d hope any union would offer their members, such as medical insurance and pension plans.  As a professional actor you have other choices for union membership;  the Screen Actors Guild (SAG) being one.  Equity specializes with fostering and nurturing the production of live theater in communities, often serving as the negotiator on wages and working conditions.

In decades past New American Theater was a prized midwestern location outside of Chicago for Equity actors and stage managers looking for production work.  Live professional theater once held a long residence at downtown Rockford’s defunct location, New American Theater, for many decades before being forced to find a new home.  The financial fall of NAT occurred a few years after local business woman, Mary Beaver, was accused of criminal acts, “theft at a company she worked for after being let go from NAT on behalf of “certain things.”  Ms. Beaver worked at NAT till 2003 as a financial administrative officer, many dollars of debt had piled up during her employment.  She moved onto a job at J.V. Pro Inc. where she was finally caught by law enforcement investigators.  NAT never stated their reasons for letting her go amidst financial disparity, however they never survived the depths of the financial well she contributed putting them into while serving as a top financial officer at NAT.

I can fill in the blanks pretty easily.  The law did too, but she got away clean at the end of it all for NAT.  Can I assume she helped destroy a downtown treasure box for live theater that left many professional actors and stage managers out on a limb?  Yes, I will assume that because it’s my American right until proven otherwise.  How one person could destroy one of Rockford’s most necessary downtown creative and cultural outlets for live theater is just one of many reasons to doubt financial handlers inside most Rockford businesses; and based on the times, most Illinois businesses as well.  The area has been an economic disaster for decades because professional idiots without proper math skills or valued, trusted job experience are running the show right into the ground.  They’ve been doing it for decades with poor judgement and horrible decision-making skills.  Meanwhile the middle class has become the upper lower class everywhere.

Mary Beaver

Beaver!

It’s a shame what happened to New American Theater, but it wasn’t over night.  The same can be said for the entire Manufacturing Industry that used to provide the backbone to Rockford, IL’s once proud, middle class economy.  Can I assume that someone like Beaver should be metaphorically stoned by all Rockford area professional creatives for igniting and contributing to the demise of a local downtown treasure many still miss?  Yes, again, I can assume that. The facts are this:  she finally got caught, but not at NAT.  You can read about it at the RRStar online by clicking here.  There’s not much, of course, the sandwich minus the meat is the RRStar’s editable specialty.

For every professional actor and stage manager that had to suffer the mathematical errors and poor judgement of another selfish, greedy professional that helped dress up downtown Rockford into the ghost land it’s become, let me offer this statement on your behalves;  ”F*ck beaver.”  That’s right, with hot sauce and a prophylactic please.

Rockford College stepped in, in 2004, offering their facilities as home base to the Artists’ Ensemble season productions.  As of this date, that could be jeopardized next season or the season after due to Rockford College’s own ongoing financial problems that have been building for quite some time.  I doubt I can assume blame on any one idiot for their problems yet, however, let’s simply blame years of poor location and tuition cost.  It’d be a shame to watch Artists’ Ensemble scramble to find another home leaving many local professional actors and stage managers in another state of wonder and disarray.  It’s one of the few and only seasonal, cultural, community events to enjoy without having to go to a bar or a movie theater.  It’s rare if the Metro Centre or the Coronado actually brings an event I care about anymore once every 2 years.  I enjoy wrestling, monster truck races, and the symphony like anyone can pretend to– but only if it’s free.  There’s so much more that could be done with each venue that’s never been done.  Those in charge need to be questioned at some point before the homeless make each a warm bed to call their new homes.

The beauty of live theater is this for me;   there aren’t drunks talking the ears off and breathing bacteria towards my mouth, nose, etc.  I can sit, laugh, think, be quiet with a respectable audience and not have to deal with a special handicapped set of social anxieties that come from being in a Rockford bar.  Movie theaters can’t be trusted here either.  People throw candy at the screen, take cell phone calls, their dirty children can’t keep their mouths shut plus there’s an always present potential of lice living in the theater seat head rests.  Movie theaters stink like 2 day old wet socks.  Beyond tolerable.

When the lights go down and up again with live theater, you’re there, you’re in the performance with everyone else as a witness and audience participant.  Sometimes it encourages laughs and a few times I’ve been able to accidently slip a nap in.  There is nothing better than dozing off in a room filled with other people who may or may not know you just couldn’t stay awake in their presence.  Like a quiet middle finger, I always imagine being in high school again, surrounded by people I just don’t want to know or really care about.  A lil’ nigh’ night in broad daylight while in public is good for everyone’s soul once in a awhile.

Which brings us to “Radio Gals.”  This past winter I attended a seasonal revue for AE at Rockford College.  Little performance skits introducing the production season’s 2010-2011 lineup of performances while they finish up the 2009-2010 lineup.  I witnessed great previews at the time for “Italian American Reconciliation,” “Moon Over The Brewery,” and Steve Martin’s “Underpants,” amongst others that my memory fails on.  The one that stayed with me the most was “Radio Gals.”  Not for good reasons either, I fell asleep.  The skit was longer than the others and I wasn’t in the mood for a musical performance out of actors, or musicians for that matter.  I clonked out.  At the time, it appeared as if they were only reminding people to come see it again this July 2010 on a brief run being it was their most successful 2009 season performance.  Elderly people love “Radio Gals” is what intuition was telling me.   I love elders but I need to be prepared and healthy for a dark room filled with them.  Having caught a whiff of that thought, I assumed at the time, “Who cares, zzzzzzzzz.”

This year I’ve been fortunate enough to see, “Jeeves in Bloom”, written by AE’s Margaret Rather;  filled with british humor, accents, great performances and very funny.  ”Italian American Reconciliation,” by John Patrick Shanley, featuring well casted, scripted moments shared by actors, Katie Maringer and Lance Retallick.  The latter practically carrying the entire production.  He is an amazing midwest actor to witness working the audience with phonetic precision.  I greatly look forward to his next play with AE whenever that is.

Overall, I’ve never seen a dud play between NAT to AE’s productions over the years, many of them carrying and sharing the same midwest professional talent.  Credit director, Richard Raether, for knowing his actors and which scripts / stories to cast them into.  Richard is a local saint/artist.  It’s already hard making a buck producing anything in Rockford, IL, so it can not be easy producing live professional theater in Rockford, IL.  Especially when every mom and pops’ shop is closing.  Even something as simple as finding an ice cream cone in this town without having to go to McDonald’s has become such a stressfull weekend challenge for residents like me.

"Radio Gals" performed by Artists' Ensemble

"Radio Gals" performed by Artists' Ensemble

Yawning, I agreed to go to “Radio Gals” a few days ago.  I did not look forward to this play, a musical.  For all I knew it was a play that took place in my sleep with 3-5 part harmonies.  It’s a phenomena I’ve never grown to understand as a man in this world, to love music (all genres) but not musicals.  That is, til seeing “Radio Gals” in its entirety, funny enough.  Old time, folk, Americana performances on an upright piano and swinging violin matched by an occasional ukulele and a snare drum carrying the bulk of a two act pre-President Hoover-era soundtrack.  Tim Anderson’s musical direction, piano playing and acting along with local violinist, Rachel Handlin, are a joy to listen to and watch, serving the ensemble from the background and holding down the pace.  The harmonies are the lead act here, often 3-5 parts in perfect pitch and rhythm.  Occasionally 7 sing at once reenacting a radio play put on in the living room of “Hazel Hunt’s” living room from Cedar Ridge, Arkansas during the late 1920s.  An old General Western 500w Radio Transmitter and 2 mics serve as their ‘pirate ship’ electrical engine.  Actor, Steve Vrtol, plays “O.B. Abbott,” sent by Mr. Hoover to investigate their pirate radio production and prohibition era promoting products.  Without giving it all away, ‘Abbot’ discovers he has a lot more talent to share with people than being a revenue investigator for the honorable, future president, Mr. Hoover.

The set is a place I’d live in, my perfect America, old radio, chimney, piano and various instruments laying around for the learning and the playing.  Besides each member’s performance and ability to convey 1920s America in the music, Steve Burnside’s set design and Pat Staaf’s props are the real stars here, offering the audience a place to escape to;  to remember what America used to be about before technology took over while providing the cast a playground to perform fluidly within.  Jodi Beach, local musician, shines in beautiful, childlike ways on “Dear Mr. Gershwin,” while Patte Armato Lund destroys air with “A Gal’s Got To Do What A Gal’s Got To Do.”  These solos offer focal points stripped from the powerful group harmonies that weave the majority of the production and performance together.

Steve Vrtol’s solo take as “O.B. Abbot” steals the show with, “A Fireside, a Pipe, and a Pet.”  I’ve seen Vrtol in many plays over the years, most recently as the French chef in the British flavored, “Jeeves,” and a few years ago in “Art” at NAT.  He’s always memorable;  watching Vrtol on the accordion, ukulele, singing and acting, while convincing the audience without even trying that he is one of the region’s great artistic talents.  To act is one thing, to perform music while acting is a tightrope act reserved for the artistically gifted.  This can be said of all involved with “Radio Gals.”  Instead of being deep in a nap on a Saturday afternoon, I imagined being on the other end of a radio somewhere in America, late 1920s, tuning into WGAL.  What a beautiful, innocent country it must have been like then.

If only for 2 hours, what a great escape, Rockford, IL.  Do not let the Artists’ Ensemble go the way of manufacturing.

dD  | andywhorehall.com

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Space eels touched down.

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Space eels touched down.

Posted on 07 July 2010 by dD

Lizard Skynard

Live @ Krypto, Rockford, IL
07.01.2010

By Andrew Whorehall

Lizard Skynard / Live @ Kryptonite, Rockford, IL / 07.01.2010

Lizard Skynard performed their first live performance as a 5- piece band before a crowded room of wannabe music nerds in Rockford, IL the first of July, 2010.  The Austin, TX, via Chicago to Rockford, IL electrometal band brought all reasons to NOT doubt them to the table.  A tattooed, physically manipulated frontman matched by a monstrous rhythm section pushed this listener / viewer’s experience to a level of appreciation once reserved for bands accidently caught live in larger cities in long ago times.   Imagine the Deftones with Kevin Shields of My Bloody Valentine as dead serious as you can be in a band on your own in America, 2010.

“There is no treatment, there is no cure” as Lizardman scientifically professes live from, “Bell & Syndrome”, is as close as you’ll get to a marriage between 1980s speed metal, mid 90s angst and 2010 space metal.  The wash of feedback is massive, the drum rolls are jah-retarded (in a good way if it matters) and the bass is the hammer to the nail in the head that crashes on in, slow and deep.

Lizardman, the perfect frontman / performance artist / poet is hard to take your eyes off of, often staring down and gazing over  the crowd with an uncomfortable smile as the band tries to fool you into thinking they’re the backdrop to this act– while failing.  Perfectly failing.

Lizard Skynard is a ferocious band with or without the Lizardman, often providing the perfect score to an unaired live documentary.  If further proof needs validation, hearing “Space Eels” live off of their recently, self-titled, debut that night – proved no validation was needed.  A spaghetti western-sci-fi metal anthem destined to be. Hearing this live rattled any doubts I had thinking this was Lizardman’s band.   This is a band of 5 guys creating very serious, well orchestrated noise as if their lives depended on each second put out, from here on out.

Sure, this is a band with a Lizardman (it’s a foil, he’s a smart-ass, well-educated, sweetheart underneath it all and too smart for this f*cking planet- it’s obvious)- that’s the catch and he’s a wonder to watch and listen to, however;  this is a poet and entertainer, with a ferocious, well-oiled and classically trained, punk band ready to rip your f*cking brain outta your skull.

Do not miss Lizard Skynard live.

dD   |  andywhorehall.com

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Joie De Vivre Will Not Survive This Tour

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Joie De Vivre Will Not Survive This Tour

Posted on 16 June 2010 by danger

What: Joie De Vivre, Empire! Empire!, The Please & Thank Yous, Coping

Where: Summercamp: A punk rock house in Logan Square

When: Friday, June 11, 2010

Did you forget something? Oh shit! My parent’s anniversary was on Thursday night.

The writing is on the wall.  Discord, abuse, evil thoughts.  You can see it in their tired eyes, even on the first night of tour.  This band is not long for the earth.

“Don’t tell this to Pat, but the only reason Chris hasn’t fired him is because he looks like David Bazan.”

Was I supposed to keep that to myself?  No one seemed to care enough to hide their naked contempt; burying long, lingering glares in the backs of their band mates as they walk away from conversations.  Beyond the hatred, Joie De Vivre seems physically ill equipped for travel. Intrepid organist, Zach Staas, left Rockford with $200 for food.  His resolve broke quickly as he was seen buying sheets of blotter acid and began sending cryptic Facebook messages on his phone.  I woke up to one such message this morning, “Danger, send help,” He wrote, “Someone shot Stevie in the face.  Gore is dripping from the crumpled hole where his nose used to be but he doesn’t seem to notice.  Maybe someone would like to make a painting of it and declare its subjective quality. Haha. Fucking art.”

Horn player extraordinaire, Paul Karnatz, may be in even worse trouble.  Having taken to beginning sets by reading quotations from a Scientology text, he routinely fills quiet moments in the van by haranguing his bandmates for not joining him in ever frequent Thetan cleansing rituals. Despite these ever mounting problems, the music remains strong.  Joie De Vivre is still able to pump out songs that are unlabored and anthemic.  But for how long?  See this band while you can.  There may not be a next time.

Elsewhere on the bill we found Coping, a new band from the Chicago area.  Jagged and frenetic, Coping is straight up early to mid 90s Dischord Records(with the obligatory post hardcore nods to At The Drive In).  I’m going to pad my forthcoming criticism with the modifier that I heard the 2nd half of their set through a closed door.  You see, I am not a strong person and it was really fucking hot in that basement.  Until the sun went down, I couldn’t stand to stay inside for more than 10-15 minutes at a time without worry of fainting. Yuck. With that in mind, it is quite obvious that Coping is a young band.  They clearly have the passion required for such music but have yet to figure out how to keep their sound from veering towards the overly loose and muddled.  Maybe they’ll have it down by gig 5.

There are two things I do not like about Empire! Empire! (I was a lonely estate).  The first is their name. It’s long and awkward to say and no one ever says the parenthetical addition (for those very reasons).  The 2nd is that their composition does not have quite as much variety as I would hope for and can become slightly repetitive to listen to for long stretches.  In a past review I wrote, “They’re tight and it’s quite obvious why they share a label with Joie De Vivre. It is classic Emo that falls into the same description that bloggers seem to love. This band could have been on Jade Tree 12 years ago. I say that without owning any actual Jade Tree releases, but I understand what the reference means.”  I still agree with this assessment.  Also E!E! vocalist Keith *insert Keith’s last name* may or may not have broken the microphone.  He’s got a mighty wail.

What to say about The Please & Thank Yous?  Last time I described them as being, “Hopelessly shambolic in all of the right ways.”  This couldn’t be truer.  TPATY are a band of punk rock muppets.  Their bodies conform to Saturday morning cartoon physics and their music is fast, dirty, and simple.  They sing about girls, and friends, and everything feels right.

For more information about the ongoing Joie De Vivre/Empire! Empire! Tour visit: http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=230675847&blogId=534153178


Here’s some video of JDV!

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“Uh oh. I saw Cameron McGill & What Army on the night before Thanksgiving, 2009.  The sniper, saints, sinners and gardeners gathered.”

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“Uh oh. I saw Cameron McGill & What Army on the night before Thanksgiving, 2009. The sniper, saints, sinners and gardeners gathered.”

Posted on 14 May 2010 by dD

A many months later monologue-critique-intro to Chicago, IL’s, finest, Cameron McGill & What Army. Inspired by a performance @ Kryptonite, Rockford, IL, 11.25.2009, Thanksgiving Eve. {by Dave DeCastris, 05.14.2010}

Part I
This is a bit late.  You know the saying? Better late than never or as I like to say, patience & a glass of water are a sniper’s most treasured weapons.  Cameron McGill has been making records for the better part of the last decade via Chicago, IL.  The past couple of years with an experienced traveling band , What Army.  Cameron’s got all the goods with this shotgun model band and all the bullets needed ready to fire, his songs.

On records, the sniper occasionally takes a seat for the poet.  Cameron is a great writer, character studies on Old America transported through personal experiences. Detailed, dark explorations of the human soul, relationships and narratives delivered with bite, bitter and honest.  The players on record have changed over the years but Cam seems to have found a creative stride with the current ‘What Army’  lineup.  Daniel J. McMahon, the midwest’s own everyman any band becomes better with, punches nasty guitar tones up against Darren Garvey‘s Kotche-esque killer percussion patterns vs. Rodrigo Palma‘s grammy worthy bass lines balancing out Cameron’s captain of a fragile ship delivery.  What mood is the captain in?  Piano or guitar?  Either way, you’re in for a treat or a trainwreck when you catch the What Army live.  Even when Graham Burris (Matthew Santos/Lupe Fiasco) has to step in for Rod, you still get a grammy worthy bassist, seriously.  You get a great band regardless of the outcome despite what they tell you about their defeated performance afterwards. An honorable midwestern trait.

Cameron & the boys have been through Rockford, IL, a few times.  I often wonder why (and knowing why), they’re bigger than this town but the road travels where the road must go to pay the bills in any way possible.  They’re bigger in talent alone than the joints they play but for now, I’ll take it.  Lucky even, catch them while you can because you see, 2010 brings many changes to the What Army and Cameron McGill.  Their new record is done.  It will wait.   I will offer one phrase;  Van Gogh’s brown boots and the Chicago skyline has a soundtrack finally.

2010 brings many great shoestrings for the Army to dangle and skip through with a finished record on standby.  Cameron also plays keys in another great, midwestern indie band called, Margot and The Nuclear So and So’s.  They have their own record coming out later this year, “Buzzard.”  Rodrigo, tours with Saves the Day.  Darren, with the Andreas Kapsalis Trio/Cory Chisel/Ernie Hendrickson and many more. Plus he just released his own wonderful solo record, “Under a Common Ceiling.” Daniel plays with the entire states of Wisconsin and Illinois, furr real.  He deserves his own Constitutional scroll.

The amount of talent in this band is beyond heart failure levels.  For them to be overlooked any further would be an artistic tragedy on it’s own.  Something has to give in 2010.  This is a career band, this is a career artist.  Hint, hint, America, listen.

“You see, this is a little too wordy for me, he’s too wordy, I like my rock to rock, he’s too whiny.” A man, Don, said that to me at Swilligan’s Pub one night the Army came through to play Rockford in late 08/early 09.  Don likes his rock to rock, no wordy stuff, no thinking, to each their own. Cam & The boys played their hearts out that night to a majority of undeserving, typically drunk, annoying people. A standard Rockford audience for a bar band.  Like anywhere, maybe, but sorry Don, I respect your opinion, I like wordy.  Classic rock radio is always a car ride away.    Weapons are words too my friend.  They closed with “Human Revolution” that night which has yet to see the light of day on record.  The song encapsulates all that is good in rock n’ roll when modern influences meet within one song.  Those being Radiohead/Wilco/Smiths hangin out near a Rufus Wainwright sea side and then, dragged through the midwestern corn fields to settle somewhere in, near, outside an ugly, selfish, hipster hut.  A dare to be different or get me out of here monster, Chicago.  A perfect encore closer for this Army.  Their music deserves to be anywhere and everywhere else besides the midwest.  Keep in mind, the midwest with all respect, is practice grounds for the best.

Part II
11.25.2009  |  Kryptonite |  Rockford, IL
Kryptonite is a great little unknown rock bar in a deserted, downtown located in Rockford, IL.  It’s one of 2-3 reasons to go downtown in Rockford on the west side of the bridge.  Chris Wachowiak, the owner, is a good guy, cares about downtown, cares about it’s health and about music.  Grab a meal or a drink at Octane beforehand, always great.  Talk to Dan the owner if you can catch him- he has other jobs, like many of us do in Rockford to survive. After your meal, stand still in the middle of the newly constructed street that will lead you a half-block to Krypto. A walking mall was once there, the America I miss.  Grilled cheese and 45s, Woolworths with mom in the 70s is my downtown to hold onto. Times change, stand there, close your eyes in the middle of the street and wait for a bird to sh*t on you. Why?  There’s a greater chance of a bird taking a dump on your head  than a car passing through and hitting you.  I mean this, I did it with my thespian friend and we waited, she laughed at me, I didn’t.  No car, no birds, no sh*ts, just a few laughs.  Our generation’s America in a nutshell.  My grandparents, from where they sit and watch down from space, are not proud of the Rockford they built.

11.25.2009 was a special night however.  Many birthdays, Thanksgiving Eve and Cameron McGill & What Army at Krypto.  What you also need to know is that every college kid is home from school.  Every family member transplanted to better jobs elsewhere are here too.  All waiting to get their drink on while ruining a music lover’s main course.  Cameron McGill & What Army are the main course this night.  Those mother f*ckers home for the holidays had no idea, no respect, towards what was gonna hit them.  At some point, I politely told a friend to stop touching my sister & shut up or go to the back of the bar so I could listen to the band.  There are some things, rules, principals, one should practice to enjoy a band.  Gettin’ loaded and high is not one of them, that’s just retarded.   Hiding from the crowd and telling people out of line to shut the f*ck up is acceptable, yes.  It is.

The Army this night is on top of their game.  I do not have video from this night (see bottom), however, I shot horrid video in April of 2009 at Krypto, take a moment to listen to all the hillbillies  talking:

Cameron McGill & What Army
04.10.2009
Live @ Kryptonite, Rockford, IL

Ghosts of New York from Dave DeCastris on Vimeo.

Unacceptable. People, this is socially unforgivable when going to see, listen to a band. Shut up or head on over to the Chuck E. Cheese.  They have skiball there, I love it, and you can talk and laugh and hang out with the other kids making noises and sneezing, spreading their bacteria.  I hope you get sick too.  Chuck E. Cheese is a guaranteed flu blast everytime I have to attend a family’s child party there.  Bring some sanitizer, you’ll thank me later.

On Thanksgiving eve, 2009, Cameron McGill & What Army played their hearts out.  Rockford reunited under a punk-folk rock green lit glow.  The kids yelped and belched about that one time in high school they got high and the home team won as the ‘Army played “Low Ways”, “Madeline”, “She’s a Killer” and many more with a sniper’s slow, calculated attack.  The moment I remember the most watching this great band snip away at the crowd was during “Dead Rose”, a song to be released.  You see, Rockford’s finest, reunited, hillbillies tried to win all night but ultimately failed when Captain McGill and Corporal McMahon busted out the dirtiest double rhythm guitar solo I’ve heard this side of the womb, 1973.  Crazy horse, panthers, dead roses took over the distance between the crowd talking and the brain thinking.  Rod and Darren bringing up the rear with dirty canon ball sized rhythm and release.  This is all I’ve got leftover from that night, what a sh*tty live review right? Man, a birthday gift that solo was.  Happy Thanksgiving, yes.

Part III
Some final thoughts about the night, Rockford and when the saints came marching through to play Kryptonite.

From the piano, the captain declared:
“I wrote this song a long, long, long time ago.
About a girl, so mean.
She was a sssssssssssss- Snake.”

To that  I conclude.

“The Gardener”
cuts a flower from the weeds.
Poking the snakes with their pitchforks now.
In the field a saint’s heard singing,
“I wrote this song a long, long, long time ago–
about a girl so mean.  She was a sssssnake!”
Blinded bystanders called out,
“Man, stop being so subversive! You’re too wordy.”
Foiled by fools, it’s not their fault they can’t read cursive.
Taking cold comfort in the shadow of a tree,
he waits, laughs, sighs and thinks.
Snipers, bullets, shotgun, check;
there’s no urgent need or reasons to attack.
(Having said that, your apologies are due but after the facts.)
Boom, pop, hiss went their balloons.
The gard’ner breathes, the saint still swoons;
Don’t dare call me friend, nor enemy, nor man.
We’re not family, nor anything on deception’s behalf– or I will write you down.
With regards, whatevers and what nots, all of you have lost.
There’s nothing to win but this dead rose and a sniper’s grin.
The gardner.

(For Cameron McGill & What Army)
dD  | andywhorehall.com
_________________

Part IV
Buy CMWA @ iTunes.

Last year’s mellow, “Warm Songs for Cold Shoulders” and its tour e.p,, Two Hits and a Miss. Also check out “Hold On Beauty and many more.  {Click here for the others, the  iTunes store is a mess but search around and treat yourself, please.}

ALSO, and finally, a treat.
The best performance that night took place in an alley across from Krypto.
Pablo Korona with Zach Staas, filmed this beauty in the rundown streets of Rockford, IL,
Thanksgiving Eve, 11.25.2009.

In the alleyway next to the Sullivan Center in Rockford, IL — November 2009

For me, the excitement happens at 2:30 after some stranger danger walks out the side door interrupting us. Sirens! Crank it up Danno says!

Ghost of New York — Cameron McGill from Pablo Korona on Vimeo.

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The Danger Zone: Art Scene II: The Squeakquel

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The Danger Zone: Art Scene II: The Squeakquel

Posted on 20 April 2010 by danger

What: O: Photography by Aryn Kresol, Annie Rudolph, and Matthew Schwerin

What That Is: It’s a photography show that happened the same weekend as Rockford Art Scene. Didn’t you listen to the Sock Monkey Sound episode 213?

No: You should have. It was pretty good

When: April 16 and 17, 2010

How Much: It was free

Next time: I’ll ask what the O stood for.

If you can think back, way, way back, to last September, you might remember a little review titled, “Chris French Presents: Annie Rudolph, Aryn Kresol, and Carrie Allen.” (Check Out Last Years Event Review!). What was notable about this? Well, either very little or an average amount. It depends on how you look at it. I’m leaning towards the latter because it was my first review for this fine website. It’s mostly pretty ok. It was probably much too short, and I pretended to be somewhat of an authority on photography, which I revealed to be painfully untrue with my reference to Alfred Steiglitz (Christ, don’t you know any contemporary photographers? Yes but there’s no way I’m going to name check Annie Leibovitz. Does Diane Arbus count? Maybe). There was a pretty good joke about Rockford’s own Jesus Correa and his penchant for kitten sweatshirts. And I always like to explore the comedy of cheap wine. As he did in September, Chris French held a photography show in his loft space on State Street (I mistakenly referred to it as an Art Scene participant. Turns out they bypassed the entrance fee and went guerrilla with a sign on the sidewalk to lure people in). It ended up being a very similar experience. I didn’t see any Jesus Correa art this time but I did see him riding his bicycle across the State Street Bridge. I couldn’t tell if his sweatshirt had depictions of any animals on it. I also did something drastically with my reporting. This time, instead of drinking too much wine and just looking at the photographs, I drank too much wine and actually talked to the photographers themselves. It proved to be very illuminating.

“I don’t remember who said this, but they said, ‘Those who put themselves in a position to get lucky usually do.”

This was Matt Schwerin explaining his artistic method in trying to capture everyday moments that might say something larger about the human experience (my words, not his). It’s a very interesting phenomenon. Even though the three photographers were mostly chosen because of their friendship with C French, they end up being illustrative of three equally disparate approaches to the medium.

On the one side, Annie Rudolph represents what may be the most direct approach. Her photography is mainly centered on finding beauty in the world. All of her photographs were taken on the fly, owing their existence to the fact that she was in the specific place at the specific time with her camera at hand. They emphasize a focus on aesthetic qualities rather than those that are symbolic or expository (The word I’m looking for is thematic). I said last year that her photographs “show a command of light and form that belie a mastery of both technology and a strong eye for composition. She also had really cool frames.” I still agree with this assessment. Except there weren’t as many cool frames this time. For more of Rudolph’s work go to http://www.flickr.com/photos/annierudolph or http://annierudolphphotography.com

Sitting on what I see as the opposing end of the philosophical spectrum is the work of Aryn Kresol. Kresol’s photography is, quite often, as informed by literature as it is by pure visuals. She often begins with titles and then strives to take photographs which reflect that symbology. One is not likely to see a genre photograph from Miss Kresol. When I viewed some of her other work in the fall, I probably focused too much on the way in which she uses real world objects (faces, body parts, sometimes furniture) in a more liquid, abstract matter. I don’t want to suggest that her photography is rife with iconography (incidentally, this is a phrase that I often like to blurt out when I’m practicing my Sheffield accent alone in my apartment. I received lots of strange looks when an art history professor actually said it aloud and I burst out laughing). These elements are most definitely present and are quite impressive, but there are many undercurrent themes that one does not become aware of with a cursory glance at the photographs. One finds a lot more meaning when they take time to ponder the relationship between the title and the work itself. To see more of Kresol’s work, visit http://www.flickr.com/photos/enigmaticintent . Or check out her blog at http://arynkresol.blogspot.com

I’m going to suggest that Matt Schwerin’s work sits at an almost halfway point between the approaches of Annie Rudolph and Aryn Kresol (both because I actually believe that it does occupy a space between the direct photographs of Rudolph and the more cerebral approach exhibited in those of Kresol, and also because it works very well organizationally). Schwerin does seem to split the difference between the two. Carrying a camera with him as often as possible, he whips it out when a photographic opportunity presents itself. Later, he moves to give these photographs deeper meaning by placing them in a context that will reveal symbolic themes that may not have been evident in the single photograph. I’m not going to try to explain the true meanings of Schwerin’s group of photos (it was very involved and impressive and I can’t do it full justice. Especially not without showing all of them on this page) but they touched on themes of faith, family, and post adolescences in some very beautiful ways. If you have time next month, I suggest going to see Schwerin’s senior project at the Columbia College graduation show (http://tinyurl.com/y6nz384) and talk to him yourself. That’s true of all three photographers but I don’t have any links to upcoming events for the other two. For more on Matt Schwerin’s work, go to http://www.flickr.com/photos/mattschwerin

Overall, C French and Lonnie Iske over at Vixen Productions put on a pretty darn good event. I do have two complaints. There wasn’t nearly as much wine this time as there was the first and what was there was not of the greatest quality (Although I did have at least two people give me their Chardonnay because it was too gross to drink. Nice). The second being the very rude way in which they ignored my band, Boys Like Jason’s (http://boyslikejason.bandcamp.com) repeated offers to play. This is what I wrote in September:

“To that end, I had a very good time and hope that Chris French and the fine folks at Vixen Productions take part in the Art Scene again next year. One could also hope that they might be swayed to consider a performance art installation. On an unrelated note, my band, Boys Like Jason; are now billing themselves as performance artists.”

7 months ago! We even offered the option of having us play quiet or play loud. Instead they had Warren Franklin and Kevin Schwitters play on Friday and Saturday, respectively. Whatever. Warren sounded like Warren and he had an untitled song that I’m going to call, “This Love Can Hurt” that I particularly enjoyed. Schwitters played two Braves songs, which was awesome, and handled the crowd in a very fun, personable manner.

Final Score: 9 Bottles of Sweet Red/Digital SLRs out of 10

To see work from all of the artists mentioned vist their sites below:

Annie Rudolph

http://www.flickr.com/photos/annierudolph or http://annierudolphphotography.com/

Aryn Kresol

http://www.flickr.com/photos/enigmaticintent or http://arynkresol.blogspot.com/

Matt Schwerin
http://www.flickr.com/photos/mattschwerin

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