Thursday, October 10, 2013

Wesley Stace’s Cabinet of Wonders; October 10, 2013; City Winery, Chicago


The artist formerly known as John Wesley Harding has gone back to using his real name.  The author of three weighty fiction tomes as Wesley Stace has taken to using that name for his music career as well.  That’s about all that has changed, he’s still a snappy dresser, a quick wit, a charming host and the writer of catchy, quirky, often humorous songs.  He’s been assembling comedic, literary and musical talent under the Cabinet of Wonders name for years at the City Winery in New York, but only sporadically has he taken these shows on the road, bringing a few friends along for the ride, while also drawing from the local talent.

In the former category we had Portlander John Roderick, who’s now better known for his podcast than he is for fronting the excellent, but now seemingly semi-retired Long Winters.  In New York, the comedy is usually provided by the strangely unfunny (in my experience) Eugene Mirman, luckily on this trip it was the dry, devastating, sarcastic wit of Todd Barry that provided the laughs.  He also brought his excellent backing band from New York, awkwardly known as the British UK, which included the always-charming David Nagler on piano and guitar and bass player Eddie Carlson, both who I’ve seen play with Chris Mills (which may explain Chris’s frequent Cabinet appearances).  In the latter group there were famous Chicagoans Jon Langford, Robbie Fulks and Sam Prekop and Archer Prewitt of the Sea and the Cake.

After an introduction by Stace where he used clever rhyming couplets (or maybe they were limericks) to introduce each member of the troupe, the guests left the stage with the promise that they would be back.  Fulks had the first shift, looking as (adorably) country as possible in overalls, and playing songs from his excellent new release Gone Away Backwards.  His solo turn was followed by the band returning to join him on “Guitarman.”  While Stace and the band launched into the Bread hit, Fulks just looked confused.  Turns out he mean the Jerry Reed “Guitarman.”  You knew it was all an act, but it was still amusing.  Langford introduced “Haunted,” by telling Stace that Kelly Hogan had also recorded one of his songs for her last record (which coincidentally also included a Fulks song).  And sorry Wes, but I like Langford’s song on Kelly’s record better.  He also made use of the backing band for a Welsh anthem.  I was expecting the rollicking “Delilah,” but it turned out to be a more serious tune.

I hadn’t seen John Roderick since he opened for Jay Farrar and Ben Gibbard at Lincoln Hall probably three years ago.  At the time he promised the band would be heading back on the road soon, but that hasn’t come to fruition.  That doesn’t mean he hasn’t been writing songs and he played a few new ones tonight as well as a familiar one.  Perhaps the highlight of the evening was “Scared Straight” from the Long Winters terrific record When I Pretend to Fall with the British UK backing him.  So good.  A mutual friend had coaxed the Sea and the Cake’s Prekop and Prewitt to join the Cabinet tonight by telling them they had to do it.  They hadn’t played together (or perhaps at all) in awhile, and though it wasn’t necessarily perfect or prepared (Prekop had large cue cards with the lyrics on the floor in front of him), it was still lovely.

At first having two writers on the bill seemed like a waste of time, I thought I would rather have another song from each of the musical guests (who were limited to three), but as it turns out they were just as entertaining as the other acts on the bill.  Disappointingly, I don’t remember either of their names, but the girl read a story about growing up in Alaska and being defended by her father and brothers after a date had given her a black eye.  I don’t know if it was autobiographical but she read it with a conviction that made you believe it was.  The guy read a short story about starting to date again while taking care of their three, maybe four, kids after his wife left him for a professional ping pong player.  It was hilarious.

Sure my bill for two glasses of wine was $30, but it was a lovely evening and a great setting for the Cabinet of Wonders, which turned out to be wondrous indeed. 

Wesley Stace


Robbie Fulks



John Roderick




Jon Langford



The Sea and the Cake





Sunday, October 06, 2013

Hardly Strictly Bluegrass; October 4-6, 2013; Golden Gate Park, San Francisco


Top Ten things about HSB 2013
1 It’s free.  Yep, three days, six stages, a line-up better than Lollapalooza, zero dollars.  And while there are many food vendors, they don’t sell any alcohol in the park.  The surprising thing?  You can bring your own.  Thanks to founder Warren Hellman the festival will continue for years to come.
2 The people.  I didn’t believe that they could possibly be as laid back as I’d been told, but they were.  Despite the mass of humanity, everyone was happy, no one got stressed out, and they were happy to let you through, or to get off your blanket where they had been squatting while you left it unattended.  It might have something to do with the constant scent of weed in the air, though that’s just a theory.
3 Low.  I’ve never been much of a Low fan, might have something to do with getting shushed repeatedly at their show at Union South years ago (for the record, going to happy hour before a Low show is not a good idea), but today was different.  “When did Low become an eight piece?” I asked a friend near the stage.  “About two songs ago,” he replied, though he didn’t remember who it was that had joined them.  Surprisingly, or maybe not being they are both from Duluth, it was Trampled by Turtles.  Huh, another band I didn’t think I liked, definitely more than the sum of their parts.
4 Father John Misty.  I also didn’t think I would like Father John Misty, but apparently HSB is all about surprises.  I’d seen him solo years ago when he went under his own name and found him Buckner boring, and while I don’t necessarily hold him personally responsible for Fleet Foxes and their cloying harmonies, he was in the band.  When I friend told me she thought I would like him, I stayed just to humor her.  Funny thing is, she was right.  The songs were involved yet catchy, and he was relaxed and charming.  As some sort of statement about the saturation of Smartphone media, he played his entire set framed by a giant iPhone cut-out, so that every picture you took looked like you took a picture of someone’s phone.
5 Chris Isaak.  It had been years since I had seen Isaak, but his show at the Madison Civic Center remains one of my favorites ever, and not just because he played the encore is a stunning disco ball suit.  I hadn’t bought a CD in awhile, but I still knew many of the songs he played.  “San Francisco Nights” was inevitable, but it was also great.  “Wicked Game” and “Baby Did a Bad, Bad Thing” were like old friends.
6 Nick Lowe.  Just keeps getting cooler.  Maybe that’s why his nickname is “Jesus of Cool.”  In a festival full of impressive big bands, he played solo and stole the show, and my heart, again.  It would be hard to sell a Christmas CD on the nicest, sunniest day San Fran had seen all year, but he did by playing us the “least Christmas-y” of the bunch.  Also, “Cruel to Be Kind,” enough said.
7 Steve Martin.  Steve Martin had a bigger crowd watching from backstage than any other act I’d seen all weekend.  My friend Jason Toth had an explanation, “It’s different when they are actors.”  Especially actors with some serious music chops.  Martin has played the banjo as part of his act since his “wild & crazy guy” days, but with the Steep Canyon Rangers backing him they were a force to be reckoned with.  The fiddle player in particular was incendiary.  “Wow” was written on everyone’s face, backstage and for as far as the eye could see.
8 Jon Langford.  His early Saturday set with Skull Orchard, which morphed into the Freakons (a mash-up of the Catherine Erwin/Janet Bean led Freakwater and his timeless punk band the Mekons) was one of the highlights of the fest.  I love Langford’s swoon-worthy voice, but the Freakwater girls sounded great.  Of course, his biggest competition came from his Mekons bandmate Sally Timms, possessor of the most beautiful country voice out there.  Once I told him I would be attending my first ever Hardly Strictly Bluegrass festival, he asked if I could help out with merch at his two after-fest shows, Friday with the Freakons and Saturday opening for Billy Bragg.  It would have been enough that the latter was at the legendary Great American Music Hall, but he also gave me a backstage pass for the festival.  Once I saw the backdrop banner on the Banjo stage featuring his distinctive artwork honoring founder Warren Hellman, I realized he was a VIP at this festival.
9 Lagunitas.  The California brewery provided two kinds of pale ale backstage, the easy drinking “daytime” ale and the stronger, equally delicious IPA.  It’s like they know me.  Having access to cold beer all day long was equaled by having clean, no line bathrooms.  I can’t thank you enough Mr. Langford.
10 Conor Oberst.  Maybe I was a little drunk, blame the Lagunitas, but this Conor Oberst set was the best thing I saw all weekend, maybe all year.  It made me so ridiculously happy that I was smiling and almost crying (tears of joy) the entire time.  Backed by the Felice Brothers, who had wowed me earlier in the day despite a history of disappointment, Oberst also brought up other guests from his “Conor Brings Friends for Friday” line-up, including the sweet voiced sisters from First Aid Kit.  I’d missed them to watch Father John Misty, but despite the fact that they were girls, and that there were two of them, I think I would have liked them.  I predict a non-stop diet of Bright Eyes in my future.

HSB Day 3; October 6, 2013; Golden Gate Park

Steve Martin & the Steep Canyon Rangers




Chris Isaak


Saturday, October 05, 2013

HSB Day 2; October 5, 2013; Golden Gate Park

Jon Langford & Skull Orchard/Freakons




Nick Lowe

The Flatlanders








Friday, October 04, 2013

HSB Day 1; October 4, 2013; Golden Gate Park



Freakwater


Felice Brothers


Low (with Trampled by Turtles)


Father John Misty
Conor Oberst & friends