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Sounds of the Times.

Apr 9th, 2013 | Categories: Music | by Michael Williams

Treetop Flyers | Things Will Change

Occasionally a band or a song will spark my interest in sharing some of the sounds that have been playing in the office as of late. The British band Treetop Flyers and their album The Mountain Moves was the thing that pushed me over the edge to put this post together. The band recently (I think?) signed on with Partisan Records, one of my favorites, as its label in the U.S. Their record —which is a trip back in time— would feel just fine if it were on the radio in 1977. The single below is good, but the rest of the album is even better. Worth checking out when it comes out in June.

If you want to go back further than the late 70s, listen to Charles Bradley and be transported to 1962. That guy’s story is insane — he was only “discovered” a few years ago and signed to Brooklyn’s Daptone Records. Here’s the story on NPR.

Both Charles Bradley and Gary Clark Jr (also below) performed at the Newport Folk Festival this past summer and I remember watching Gary and thinking ‘he’s gonna put The Black Keys out of business’. Honestly though, seeing him reminded me of what I felt the first time I saw The Black Keys live. Great stuff.

Charles Bradley | Strictly Reserved For You

Gary Clark Jr. | Bright Lights

South by Southwest: Dead Reckoning

Mar 20th, 2013 | Categories: Austin, David Coggins, Music | by David Coggins

French Legation

Drink Today Dignity in the Saddle

Some time around 3am Sunday morning, the end of South by Southwest drew nigh. The phones needed to be recharged and the people did too. The streets were full of walking wounded and you vowed you were never going to subject yourself to this again. Then you remember you said the same thing last year, and maybe the year before too. A man stood on a balcony dressed as a Pope, but his hat was green, so eager was he to honor St Patrick’s Day, just a few hours old.

Near the closing bell we nearly stumbled over a man’s seeing eye dog in the back of a dark club. What was it doing there? That’s a worthy question that we didn’t ask. After four days strung out on music, performed everywhere from Goth clubs to sunny backyards, you’re not sure what you’re seeing. Was that really an origami swan sitting in a martini glass? When we looked again it was gone. Somebody probably tried to drink it.

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A Place of Harmony | Newport Folk Festival

Jul 31st, 2012 | Categories: Music | by Michael Williams

Imagine a music festival that is not massively packed and not obsessed with making as much money as possible. Seems impossible in 2012, but it’s not. The Newport Folk Festival is the last bastion of enjoyable music festivals in the United States. The crowd is courteous, the staff amenable and the stages accessible. You can bring a chair and a cooler without being subject to a full body cavity search. You can move between stages easily and enjoy the entire line-up if you wish. And the setting in Fort Adams in Newport offers a good setting to see live music and picturesque views of the harbor. Mix in some boozy fun in town and the weekend could be the best of summer.

MMJ’s Jim James performs at the Quad Stage.

Listen to this | Dr. John Locked Down

Apr 5th, 2012 | Categories: Music | by Michael Williams

Dr. John is one of those musicians that, admirably, has always just done his own thing. The performance of his that sticks in my head is always The Last Waltz — an amazing show and classic film. I remember seeing it for the first time and getting caught on those scenes with his music. Last year Dr. John performed at Bonnaroo with The Black Keys front man Dan Auerbach, and the performance went so well that it led the two musicians into the studio to collaborate on Dr. John’s newest album Locked Down, which Auerbach helped produce and was released this past Tuesday.

The SXSW Dispatch: Sensory Reward and Punishment

Mar 19th, 2012 | Categories: Austin, David Coggins, Music | by David Coggins

You already know South by Southwest doesn’t lend itself to peaceful contemplation. It’s an endurance test for all involved, that reverberates long after you leave. Yes, it’s a crowded mess—overlapping with St. Patrick’s green-stained idiocy doesn’t help. But it can also be oddly intimate: You see bands in small clubs, carrying their own instruments, playing countless shows as their sanity wavers. In the best moments, you’re reminded of the elemental equation between musician and audience. It’s an attraction renewed in real time, one that outlasts clueless corporate sponsorships, new media gambits and apocalyptic meditations about the future of the recording industry.

SXSW: The Reckoning.

Mar 21st, 2011 | Categories: Austin, David Coggins, Music | by David Coggins

Veronica Falls

Sunday after SXSW is time to repent.  It’s a day to confront questionable decisions—and you made some—and consider the bands missed, the drinks accepted, the morning bb-q indulged.  You ask yourself what it all meant and there’s no good answer, there never is.  Then you remember your favorite acts: Sharon Van Etten, Austra, Veronica Falls, An Horse, and you appreciate the magnetism of terrific, talented musicians.  It’s a basic need.

You still have to overcome some guilt when you look at decent Austin residents who’ve been rampaged by people asking where they can buy The New York Times or charge their phones.  You hear stories from the comely staff at the San Jose about serving drinks for 7 straight hours, confided without a trace of self pity.  Others took a more direct approach—one large sign on the side of a bar (which is nominally in the hospitality industry) read: ‘Thank you/Go home.’

SXSW: Into the Breach.

Mar 19th, 2011 | Categories: Austin, David Coggins, Drinking, Music | by David Coggins

Resist the temptation to try to come to terms with SXSW logically. These aren’t tax forms you’re dealing with, but 2000 bands, playing in clubs, in tents, on streets, in parks. By design, it reinvents itself every year, and there are countless pathways through the mayhem, all of them leaving you exhilarated and exhausted. You face the assault on your senses and then pick your spots for visceral gratification. The fact that the festival overlaps with St Patrick’s Day is a blessing or a curse depending on your feeling toward public intoxication and fake Irish accents.