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Running along the coast with my favorite people and singing songs - how could anything be better? Hans and his electric skateboard luggage handling while we lose our slap happy / road weary minds in giggles, coastal walks with Carolyn, almost running out of gas with Jade, the subtle enthusiastic bemusement of Marco... good times were had <3 and through it all - the Squatchy kept watch over us.
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Even if you missed Saturday’s BONK! performance, you can watch it anytime you like. Sadly, Sean Thomas Dougherty had to cancel last minute, but @emchy and I rocked the house.
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Review Roundup: Secret Emchy Society and Laney Jones
As happens regularly this time of year, the flood of new album releases, and specifically outstanding releases I don't want you to miss out on, is coming on faster than my one man and two ears show can keep up with individually. So, this week, I'm doing another Review Roundup, this time with two albums that released May 20: Laney Jones' Stories Up High and Secret Emchy Society's Gold Country/Country Gold.
Laney Jones- Stories Up High
Like many of the artists you see featured here, my first exposure to Laney Jones came via Americanafest, as an opener for Dom Flemons and Willie Watson. At that show, I was impressed by her high energy performance and intelligent lyrics, which shone through on her 2016 self-titled album. In the years since, Jones has grown significantly as an artist and, like most of us, been affected by the state of the world these past few years. The result of those years of growth and trial is Stories Up High, an album more personal, more introspective, but no less dynamic than its predecessor.
For Stories Up High Jones worked with producer Andrija Tokic (Alabama Shakes, Hurray for the Riff Raff), teaming up for an album that shimmers, smokes, and flat out rocks to fit the mood of the song. On the album's title track, she wrestles with where infatuation ends and true feelings begin. “Are you too good to be true? Is it my twisted point of view? That shapes the twinkle of your smile, are you a friendly crocodile?” Later in the song, she finds contentment in her decision to let the unknown be. “I fell from stories up high. I died a little inside. But if I had a crystal ball, I would never have lived at all.”
Contrasting that is the album's true highlight and first single, “Not Alone.” Backed by a fuzzed guitar and a swelling chorus, Jones provides a musical vaccine for the loneliness, despair, and detachment felt during COVID-19 restrictions. “All of the books I've read, the music that fills my head, I carry them with me wherever I go, I'm not alone.”
It's been six years since Laney Jones graced us with an album and, while seeing the maturity those years have brought is satisfying for fans of that first album, here's hoping she doesn't wait another six years for the next. This is an artist with too many ideas, and too many interesting ways to interpret those ideas, to deprive us of them for too long.
Secret Emchy Society- Gold Country/Country Gold
If Laney Jones brought us subtlety and introspection, Secret Emchy Society brought us bombast and outlaw country shenanigans, and I wouldn't have it any other way. The band led by Cindy Emch is at the vanguard of the modern queer country movement, not so much a genre as an insistence on inclusion in a genre that's never been known for its willingness to change (hence the birth of Americana, the place where people too black or gay or liberal to fit into country music's tiny box gather to throw better parties).
Musically, Secret Emchy Society is as outlaw as the most strident Johnny Cash song. They might not shoot a man in Reno just to watch him die, but they will damn sure drink him under the table. But there's a playfulness in that interpretation of boozy barroom country that acknowledges the cartoonishness of gallons of whiskey and bars with more fights than a UFC card while never crossing over into self-parody.
The album starts with a bang, presenting a cover of Willie Nelson's (by way of songwriter Ned Sublette) groundbreaking “Cowboys are Frequently Secretly Fond of Each Other.” Emch gives it an Ennio Morricone makeover and it's pretty hard not to hear lyrics like “inside every cowboy there's a lady who'd love to slip out” and not imagine it playing over a Clint Eastwood face off in 'A Fistful of Dollars.' My guess is Eastwood wouldn't be a fan (nor, if recent news is an indicator, would it make Sam Elliott's Spotify playlist), but it sure is a lot of fun for those of us willing to explore.
Another pure Secret Emchy Society song is “I Murdered Your Bourbon.” Again, if you have to ask what it's about, you aren't paying attention. “It's said that ole Jesus turned water to wine. If he'd worked a bit harder, could have turned it to rye” leaves no doubt.
If you're looking for a tender exploration of the human condition, you're going to want to find another album (may I recommend Amy Speace's Tuscon). But if you like your country hard wearing, hard drinking, hard driving, and hard livin', Secret Emchy Society's got just what you bellied up to the bar for.
#Americanafest#outlaw country#Secret Emchy Society#laney jones#Concerthopper#album review#review#music#2022
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September first we set out on our day trip. Through Kenosha County, Walworth County, and Rock County, I thought of all the boys I’ve loved from those small towns and others, oh my small town boys. Then Beloit, and the Rock River; I hadn’t been there in over twenty years. And Big Foot Beach State Park, where I found a fairy circle near the old playground. (We stayed a safe distance away, at the newer playground.) And to and from and in-between, we took the backroads, blue highways through the weird small towns, stopped when we felt like it. In parks and parking lots, I made friends of strangers. Saw hills and horses and hay bales; wind rippling through the corn. Broken-down barns and silos. Turkey vultures, hawks, sandhill cranes. Rattlesnake master and black-eyed Susans. A tree that had been split nearly clean down the middle by lightning, with one side still living and the other dead. A run-down antique store that seemed to specialize in Christian iconography. Swamp Angel Road.
It was good to travel, even just for that little stretch of miles and hours, but instead of scratching my restless itch it made it worse. Travel and sex can both be like that, for me. I can go a long while without them, and at first it’s terrible, my constant longing. But after a while that longing fades to a dull ache. And then I fuck, or take a little trip, and even if it’s really good—especially if it’s really good—it doesn’t satisfy me. It just reminds me how much I need it. And then it’s terrible again, the kind of relentless desire that would only be sated by driving hundreds of miles a day or having hundreds of orgasms a day, and probably not even then.
Speaking of longing. The end of summer/creeping into autumn nostalgia is thick upon me. I’m thinking of all the lives I’ve lived in this one lifetime. I’m thinking of Augusts and Septembers past. Thinking of 1997, Door County. Me and Ali getting stoned at the coffee shop, reading Kerouac. And Princess Di died and my Auntie was dying, that trip to Door County was the last time I saw her alive and she spent most of the time glued to the 24-hour news of Diana’s death. Thinking of 2003. Heartbreak and perpetual motion. Montreal and New York City and Cincinnati. 2004; Iowa and Look Homeward, Angel. (O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again.) 2006; Oshkosh and the girl I loved. 2007; Milwaukee, and meeting my rain dog boy. 2008; Thee Hobo Love Tour. Emchy and I opening our show every night with our duet rendition of Concrete Blonde’s “Side of the Road.” St. Louis, and the cats we opened for asking me to jump in with my accordion when they covered Bob Dylan’s “Buckets of Rain.” And New Orleans, New Orleans, New Orleans. 2009; driving cross-country with P. to begin our new life in Oakland together. And all the other years and...
I’m here sending mail to far-flung (and not-so-far) pals in Brooklyn, Pittsburgh, Chicago, Kenosha, and Oakland. Listening to sad bastard music, missing playing music, and my friends, and my favorite places, and everything else, all the time.
#ashtrayfloors#dear livejournal#travel#nostalgia#i miss everything all the time#one long longing#sex mention ?
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BESTIEEE DO YOU HAVE A SHIPNAME I CAN USE FOR YOU AND DAICHI???
our ship name is literally daily
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SEPTEMBER 26 - OCTOBER 2
Monday 26
Tuesday 27
Secret Emchy Society, Katie Mae, El Rey Feo. 9pm @ Lost Leaf
Wednesday 28
Party at the Plaza. 7pm @ Plaza at Mesa City Center
Thursday 29
Open Mic Night. 5:30pm @ JoJo Coffeehouse
Birds and Arrows, A Casual Divorce, Dragonfly & Mantis. 8pm, $10 @ Last Exit Live
Friday 30
Saturday 1
Gilbert Art Walk. 9am @ Gilbert Water Tower
Gina DeGideo, Saskia Jorda, Anthony Mead, Jacob Meders, Buzzy Sullivan, Kathleen Velo, Marcus Zilliox "Fire & Water". 6pm @ Gallery at TCA
Sunday 2
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Réaliser par pur hasard que mon dernier auteur-obssesion en date a écrit une biographie romancée sur James Dean
Après i9oulek manifesting doesn't exist...emchi yekhi.
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Kra Daadi Premier League T20 2023 Points Table and Team Standings
Kra Daadi Premier League T20 2023 Points Table and Team Standings
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Points table for the Kra Daadi Premier League T20 2023, which is scheduled to be played from February 10, 2023 to February 23, 2023 at AB Ground, EMCHI, Doimukh, Arunachal Pradesh, India.
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REVIEW: Secret Emchy Society "Gold Country/Country Gold"
REVIEW: Secret Emchy Society "Gold Country/Country Gold" @secretemchysoc1 @jbmoore00 @sweetheartpub
Secret Emchy Society – Gold Country/Country Gold (Broken Clover Records)
If Nick Cave took his murder ballads to the next logical conclusion and leaned into his country side, his music would likely sound more than a little like Secret Emchy Society’s tragically underrated catalogue. The latest Gold Country/Country Gold is more of the same from Cindy Emch, The First Lady of Queer Country, and that…
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From the friendliest Sasquatch of Yakima, to the elk and wild wolves of the PNW mountains, we rolled through Northern California just in time to see a John Doe house concert and reconnect with Canada Fam Jimbo (yes the Drag Race Jimbo) and Brady who came to our last show of tour after the big show at Oasis the night before. Then it's off to Ottawa for Carolyn, Brazil for Jimbo, and songwriting and homesteading for the Bay Area kittens. One of my favorite times was the tiny cabins at the RV park where we had song circles, and craft time, and a good show downtown before coming back to scavenge for firewood and good talks until 3am. The raccoon that night finally finished off our sasquatch potato chips.
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April 2: It's official, we own a chunk of wall from 924 Gilman, thanks to @emchy. I am especially tickled by the "Zine of Authenticity" and the "Wall of Death/Death of Wall."
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Favorite Americana Albums of 2022
Every year, trying to nail down my favorite Americana albums of the year is a chore. This year I didn't get a chance to listen to as many albums as I usually do, hence a Nigel Tufnel approved 11 instead of my usual 20, but that didn't make it any less difficult. Weeding down to 11 left out some stellar albums like River Whyless' 'Monoflora', Marcus King's 'Young Blood' and Erin Rae's 'Lighten Up.' They're all worthy, but just got pushed out by albums that just clicked for me slightly more.
This year's list is notable for the number of smaller acts on it. A lot of America's heavy hitters (Isbell, Yola, Giddens, Jarosz) didn't release albums in 2022, which let some artists who might have gotten pushed down the list to shine.
Like always, this isn't a list of the “best” albums, but just my favorite. The ones that spent the most time in my shuffle. Where I reviewed the album I've included a link to the full review. Where not, I've included a Youtube link to a standout song from the album.
11. Jake Blount- The New Faith
The genius of Jake Blount's 'The New Faith' is that it's a concept album made up in large part of songs written by other people across a wide range of times. To tell a tale of a people navigating a world devastated by climate change, Blount found the apocalyptic potential of songs like Rosetta Tharpe's “Didn't It Rain” and made the most of them with just his vocal inflection. Bonus points for being the latest to incorporate a rapper into Americana music, an increasing trend that I am totally behind.
10. Leyla McCalla- Breaking the Thermometer
The last of Our Native Daughters to knock it out of the park with a solo album, Leyla McCalla also went semi-concept with her Breaking the Thermometer. The result of a commission by Duke University involving Radio Haiti, the pirate radio station broadcasting messages and traditional music to a nation beset by oppressive regimes, McCalla uses clips from the station to set the tone for an album that traces her own Haitian roots. As would be expected from McCalla, the instrumental aspect is near perfection.
9. Aoife O'Donovan- Age of Apathy
Aoife O'Donovan is as consistent as any artist in Americana music. The gentle fingerpicked melodies and almost fragile sounding voice match perfectly with the themes of Age of Apathy, an exploration of the devices and means we have to become more connected than ever, and how they took away the quiet spaces where contemplation and peace happen. A guest sit in from Allison Russell certainly doesn't hurt.
8. Keb' Mo'- Good to Be
Keb' Mo's blues has been pulling tinges of Americana and folk music in for over a decade now. The mix fits Keb's style, which has always been much more bright and positive than your typical bluesman. On Good to Be, Keb' Mo' bounced between his current home of Nashville and his childhood home in Compton (literally. He bought his childhood home and turned it into a studio). The result is an album that touches on old-school blues (“All Dressed Up”, “Good Strong Woman”), breezy California soul (“62 Chevy, “Sunny and Warm”), and the album's highlight, “Louder”, Keb's channeling of David Bowie's “Changes” in which he assures his fellow boomers that the young are ready to assert themselves. “It's about to get louder. It's about to get real,” he croons, sounding like a proud papa.
7. Secret Emchy Society- Gold Country/Country Gold
California's Secret Emchy Society is a leader in the increasingly public Queer Country movement. But SES doesn't rep Queer Country with preachy message songs. Instead, they endeavor to out-sing, out-booze, out-fight, and out-party the best of the outlaws and dare you to tell them they don't belong at the table they just drank you under. Take “I Murdered Your Bourbon” with its “Well they say ole Jesus turned water to wine. If he'd tried a bit harder, could have turned it to rye.” It's not subtle. It's not a gentle exploration of the human condition. It isn't supposed to be. This is a jumping honky tonk in CD format.
6. Colin Hay- The Now and the Evermore
Former Man at Work Colin Hay has always been known for his comedic timing, enough so that he once played the comedy tent at Bonnaroo. So when he says he's releasing an album dealing with themes of mortality, my immediate thought was “this is Colin's pandemic album. It's going to be dark. But it's still going to be fun.” I was right. There is a melancholy that persists on The Now and the Evermore that is mitigated by Hay's gentle croon and eternal optimism. Throughout he faces mortality, both of friends and his own, with a sly sense of humor that seems willing to invite Death in for tea before chatting up the mysteries of the ever after.
5. Molly Tuttle and Golden Highway- Crooked Tree
I've seen some people say that Molly Tuttle's new bluegrass band project, Golden Highway, is her true form. I'm not ready to go that far because I still love Molly's more Americana output but there's no doubt that Tuttle's having fun with the project and she shines here. It's not something you can feel on studio albums often but Tuttle's joy is in every note and her status as a monster of acoustic guitar remains. I've give the hot take here and say Molly is a better guitarist than Billy Strings.
4. Miko Marks and the Resurrectors- Feel Like Going Home
Miko Marks was my find of Americanafest 2022, her performance just before her new album Feel Like Going Home was released. Lucky me. Like her performance, the album is impressive. Marks is the best since Yola at mixing country, gospel, Memphis blues, and Muscle Shoals soul sounds into one cohesive vision. Throughout, Marks' voice soars above gospel choirs while her band, the aptly named Resurrectors, throw rock and roll licks that could raise the dead.
3. Regina Spektor- Home, Before and After
Nobody does a balance between wistful and playful like Regina Spektor. Both are prevalent throughout Home, Before and After, whether on the schoolroom rhyming “Loveology” or the epic journey that is her almost 9 minute “Spacetime Fairytale.” Her exploration of the nuances of relationships leaves no stone unturned, delving into obsession, devastating loss, and even love of convenience (the last delivered with chuckle-inducing frankness on album standout “Sugarman”).
2. John Moreland- Birds in the Ceiling
John Moreland has always been an artist who mastered the art of the understatement. You won't find strident calls to action or snarling protest songs on Birds in the Ceiling (somewhat ironic considering Moreland came to Americana from the punk scene). As is his wont, Moreland takes on a divided nation, the loss of friends to cultish political demagoguery, and late stage capitalism (on the album's best song, “Cheap Idols Dressed in Expensive Garbage”) with an even and rough hewn voice that makes lines like “I told you the truth and you told me it was treason” all the more impactful. This is easily John Moreland's most mature, most cohesive, and most well-produced album of his career.
1. Tami Neilson- Kingmaker
Most years I have a pretty solid idea of what my favorite album is, but the gap between it and #2 is rarely so wide. 2022 was the year of Tami Neilson and it wasn't even close. The New Zealander by way of Canada had an entire pandemic to process the #metoo movement that immediately preceded it and answered with Kingmaker, an album full of feminist ferocity. The adage may go “behind every good man is a good woman” but Neilson makes it clear that the women who populate the songs on Kingmaker are not interested in being behind anyone. From “Mama's Talkin'” with its “he cries cancel culture anytime anyone calls him out” to album standout “Careless Woman” which finds Neilson looking at the kind of woman warned against in all those '50s educational films and admiring her, noting that “I wanna care less.” But it's not all rockabilly feminism as Neilson and Willie Nelson duet on a touching tribute to family lost on “Beyond the Stars.” It's a particularly topical song in a time when tens of thousands lost loved ones to a pandemic. Taken as a whole, it's an album that would be a career album for most artists. Neilson shows no intention of slowing down, though, so who knows what's to come?
#2022#best of 2022#americana music#americana#album review#review#concerthopper#new music#music#classic country#bluegrass
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Most of the crowd cleared out, but me and Emchy were there ‘til barclose, trading CDs and talking with the other performers and the folks who worked there. Everyone raved about my song “Free Razorblades,” which I didn’t know was all that spectacular, but every time I’ve played it live, I’ve been complimented on it. That song’s not recorded? the sound guy asked, Cos it needs to be. If you ever come back to New Orleans, I will record that song free of charge. I sat talking to N. for a while, and he really convinced me that I had to move to New Orleans. We talked a bit about what I was doing in Milwaukee, and then I said something like: I love New Orleans so much, she seduced me quickly, and I don’t want to leave. –She’ll do that, she’s a very seductive city, and if she wants you here, she’ll make it known. Why don’t you move here? -Well, I... -Just a second. You told me you don’t have a steady job in Milwaukee, you don’t own a lot of stuff, you’re not on a lease, and you want to get out of Milwaukee, and you love it here. You have no good reason not to move here. -When you put it that way, it sounds so simple. I was so grateful for that conversation. I already wanted to move there, but I often talk myself out of doing the things I really want to do with all these bullshit fears & excuses. N. saying that to me made me realize that I couldn’t try to logic myself out of this one, because...everything was going according to plan. It was a good sign; and all signs pointed to yes.
We finished our last drinks of the night, collected our money (we made more money that night than we did any other night of the tour), hugged our new friends and said our see ya down the roads, and then to the hotel for a few hours of sleep. And I knew we had to get up at the crack of dawn, and I knew we had a long drive ahead of us, but once again, I could not sleep. I was already missin’ NoLa, and we hadn’t even left, yet. When I finally did nod off, once again, I wandered the streets in my dreams.
It was raining as we left town, which made it harder to depart, the whole city washed and glittering. Other cities look warn down, scummy, sad in the rain, N. had said to us, New Orleans is the only city I know of where the rain makes it look prettier, like the whole town has put on its Sunday best. Yes, that’s how it was, Lady Crescent dressed in a sequined gown and waving a jasmine-perfumed handkerchief at us as we drove away, as though we wouldn’t have missed her enough already. We stopped at Cafe du Monde for cafe au laits and beignets to take with us, and the drizzle continued as we drove out of the city, and we got covered in powdered sugar from the hot fried pastries. We drove back through the bayou, headed northeast, away, away. All I have, so far as tangible, physical evidence of my stay there is a tattoo, some photographs, a ghost painted on a block of wood, a small vial of an ancient potion, a show poster, an alligator foot (which I had before, my raindog vagabond boy had given it to me), a to-go bag from Cafe du Monde that still smells of beignets, a leaf shaped like a heart, and three firecrackers I found under my bed; but that city lives inside me, now, and I dream of her all the time, intense vivid dreams where I hear every sound and taste every smell, much as if I were actually there.
—Jessie Lynn McMains, from a longer piece, written autumn 2008
#jessie lynn mcmains#excerpt#thee hobo love tour#new orleans#2008#my writing#well rereading this made me cry#n. was right#i should have fucking moved to new orleans#though had i done so i probably wouldn't have met p. and my life would be different now#and it's not that i regret that...#but god i shoulda moved there#do you know what it means to miss new orleans?
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Favorite Dolly/Orville Peck-esque county songs?
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that's a lot of vibes in between anyway these are some country songs (that I see in my liked spotify playlist) taking out the obv classics everyone knows
insert all The Chicks & Chris Stapleton songs
Man! I Feel Like a Woman! -Shania Twain
She Likes The Beatles-William Clark Green
Ol' Red-Blake Shelton
She's in Love with the Boy-Trisha Yearwood
Bye-Bye-Jo Dee Messina
Leave The Pieces-The Wreckers
Girl Goin' Nowhere-Ashley McBryde
Diane-Cam
The Bones-Maren Morris
I Am...I Said-Billy Ray Cyrus
I Hope-Gabby Barret
Small Town Hypocrite-Caylee Hammack
Queen of Hearts-Juice Newton
Girl in a Country Song-Maddie & Tae
Blue-LeAnn Rimes
Giddy on Up-Laura Bell Bundy
A Broken Wing-Martina McBride
Independence Day-Martina Mcbride
Girl Crush-Little Big Town
Drinking Alone-Carrie Underwood
Mama's Broken Heart-Miranda Lambert
heres a short list of LGBT+ "country" (may lean more folk/indie/ect/the country genre is used v interchangeably nowadays artists that I know :
some debate on is she's country or not but idc K.D Lang
folk leaning but The Indigo Girls
Folk/Blues-Tracy Chapman
Brandi Carlile (literally a must listen to)
Amythyst Kiah
Elias Krell
Goldenchild
Humble Tripe
The Paisley Fields
Lavender Country (king)
Little Bandit
My Gay Banjo
The Secret Emchy Society
Tyler Hughes & Sam Gleaves
Melissa Etheridge
Karen & The Sorrows
Brandon Stansell
Joy Oladokun
D’orjay
Crys Matthews
Jake Blount
Brittany Howard
Blackberri
Vicki Randle
Apollo Flowerchild
Brandy Clark
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