Friday, April 26, 2013

TERRELL's TUNEUP: New Sounds From Santa Fe Favorites

Due to a last minute space crunch, this column won't be appearing in the print edition of Pasatiempo this week. However, it's supposed to appear on the website. And obviously, it's already on this blog.

Santa Fe’s Joe West proved many years ago that he could make excellent albums full of funny and provocative — not to mention catchy — country-flavored songs. And he’s still perfectly capable of writing and singing fine, slightly cockeyed country tunes. But judging from his output in recent years, at some point West got restless. He needed to stretch.

There was the 2010 rock opera, Time-Traveling Transvestite (credited to Xoë Fitzgerald, the hero of that story), on which West and his band branched out into 1970s glam rock and a little old-school garage band sounds. This was followed by Aberdeen, S.D., a loving ode to the town where West spent his high-school years. This album’s even more experimental than Xoë's album — with lots of spoken-word pieces, field recordings of train whistles and old friends, sinister tape loops over moody instrumental pieces — and some straightforward West songs.

Cover by Joe's dad, Jerry West
Now comes Blood Red Velvet, a rich collection, which, if not quite as experimental as Aberdeen, still shows West progressing.

With his band, The Santa Fe Revue (not to be confused with The Santa Fe All Stars, another West ensemble), West performs some dandy new songs in the country/folk vein.

These include the opener “It’s All Over,” a song about a break-up; a minor-key love ballad called “Tara’s Song” (he sings, “People say, Joe, what in the world are you doin’/A chick like that will lead you down the road to ruin./That ain’t no chick, mister, that’s my wife/I never felt so alive in all my life.”); the banjo-driven“Don’t Let ’Em Get You Down”; the title song, which has one of the prettiest melodies West has ever written; and “Hometown Shit Beer,” a sudsy ode to cheap local brews.

But West doesn’t keep it all country. “The Blues” is an anthem-rocker with a full-blown horn section. “Pink Nun,” which features some beautiful background vocals by Santa Fe’s Felecia Ford — and someone who sounds like a male opera singer and what sounds like samples of Spanish-language radio in the background.

West does a little recycling here. The album has a couple of new and improved versions of Xoë Fitzgerald songs, including a trip-hoppy “Frank’s Time Travel Experiment” (sounding even more alien than the original) and “I Got It All,” featuring the brassy, bluesy vocals of band member Lori Ottino.

And then there’s “The Glory Days of Doña Dillenschneider,” which originally appeared on the first episode of West’s defunct (or, hopefully, only dormant) KSFR-FM radio show, Intergalactic Honky Tonk Machine. This features a violent little anecdote told by Dillenschneider, a friend of West’s (and 1967’s Miss Rodeo de Santa Fe). The track ends with her take on the old Mary Hopkins hit “Those Were the Days.”

Blood Red Velvet ends with a look at mortality. It’s a cover of the late Warren Zevon’s “Don’t Let Us Get Sick,” with band member Margaret Burke on lead vocals, accompanied by West’s young daughter Clementine.

But that’s not the only look at morality on the album. Among the tracks is “Death in Santa Fe.” It’s less than two minutes long, and it turns out to be a dumb joke. But it’s the little touches like this that give West’s work its flavor.

The CD release party for Blood Red Velvet begins at 7 p.m. Friday, April 26, at Vanessie (427 W. Water St., 982-9966). West is slated to take the stage at 8 p.m. There is a $10 cover.

More local yokels

* Cluckaphony by The Imperial Rooster. Here’s another rough, rowdy, raucous, and sometimes a little raunchy romp by Española’s number one gonzo country band.

This is the group’s third studio album (there’s also some live stuff they give away online).

And while the group retains plenty of its punk/slop spirit that made us Rooster fans in the first place, I do believe the musicians sound tighter than ever before. You can really tell on breakneck songs like “Overunderstimulated” and “Santa Cruz.” They still sound like they’re having a party when they play, but musically, they’re getting stronger.

You’re not going to mistake them for The Beach Boys, but the vocal component is one of the strong points of this collection. At least four of the six members sing. The choruses on lots of the songs here feature boisterous vocals, sometimes harmonies, sometimes unison, and sometimes with a Rooster or two singing in falsetto. It sounds as if everyone in the bar is singing along with the band, and indeed it makes the listener want to sing along as well.

But the main attraction for The Imperial Rooster always has been the group’s hilarious songs. There’s no shortage of those on Cluckaphony. There’s an encounter with Satan in “The Hoover Farm Exorcism,” drugs and debauchery on “April,” and irreverent look at death on “Pine Box Blues.” And “Polka de Nalgas,” a song any man could get behind.

* A Minor Bit Blue by Country Blues Revue. This is the second album of easy-going, unpretentious music by a Santa Fe band fronted by singer and guitarist Marc Malin and “Harmonica” Mike Handler (I forget what he plays). The rhythm section for most of the tunes are bassist Larry Diaz and drummer Arne Bey.

A host of local musicians make cameos here, as does one out-of-towner, singer Roberta Donnay, who probably is best known for being one of Dan Hicks’ Lickettes in recent years. She takes turns with Malin singing lead on “Comfort,” a breezy little song that sounds like something Hicks himself might record.

Despite the name, CBR doesn’t limit itself to country blues. In fact, several songs feature horns. The musicians take a stab at rockabilly on the original song “Rockability” and a cover of “That’s Alright Mama.” Some tunes like “No More Bad News” (featuring call-and-response vocals between Malin and Stephanie Hatfield) hint at New Orleans funk.

My favorite songs on this album include the good-time cover of The Band’s “Ophelia” and the swampy “Voodoo Queen” featuring Handler growling the vocals and Terry Diers on accordion. But CBR saved its best for last, another one rooted in the swamp called “The Blues Chose Me.”


HERE'S SOME VIDEO ACTION

Here's Joe and band at SF Bandstand last year, irresponsibly making light of the New World Order robot menace.



The Imperial Rooster singing a song from Cluckaphony



A live performance by Country Blues Revue


Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Handsome Family to Be Interviewed on Santa Fe Opry


This Friday night, Brett & Rennie Sparks, better know as The Handsome Family, will join me by phone on The Santa Fe Opry.

The Handsomes are releasing a new album called Wildnerness, which I've been playing for a few weeks on the show. (I'll play some more of it on Friday.)

The CD release party is May 4 at Low Spirits in Albuquerque

A wise critic once wrote:

The Handsome Family sing melodies that sound as if they came out of scratchy old cowboy records or dusty hymnals secretly smuggled out of backwoods churches. And the lyrics take you to mysterious places, telling strange tales of ghosts, dead children, murders, supernatural animals, drunken domestic disputes, uneasy little victories and somber little defeats.
That's still true.

The show starts at 10 p.m. and the interview will be about 15 minutes later. Tune in.

In the meantime, enjoy a couple of videos.

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I'm pretty sure I've been to this store they're singing about in the video below.

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

R.I.P. Richie Havens

Richie Havens, who died yesterday at the age of 72, always seemed to be a gentle and wise person with enough soul for a thousand people.

I'd been a fan even before his fabled Woodstock appearance. When I was in high school I got a double album by him called 1983.What was the significance of the title? I suppose that it was the year before Orwell's 1984, a last gasp of freedom.

He'll be remembered for singing "Freedom" at Woodstock and his interpretations of Beatles and Dylan songs. But also he ought to be remembered for his frantic guitar playing. He was a rhythm, not a lead guitarist. But what crazy rhythms came out of his hands. Especially on the faster songs, Havens was the Keith Moon of the rhythm guitar.

I went back and read a few things about Richie that I've written in the last 20 years. (And I intend to recycle some of that here.)

The first time I ever saw Havens was in the fall of 1972 at an Albuquerque airport rally for Democratic vice presidential candidate Sargent Shriver. Havens was in New Mexico filming a version of Othello called Catch My Soul. (It wasn't very good, but that's another story.)

It was a fairly surreal rally. I remember then-Gov. Bruce King urging the crowd to "knock on doorbells for George McGovern." The cowboy governor then introduced actor Dennis Hopper, who read Rudyard Kipling's poem "If."

Havens was the main reason that I and who knows how many other hippies there showed up at the airport. When he finally took the stage, he explained to the crowd that he personally didn't intend to vote, because he refused to give control of his life to anyone. Not the message the organizers wanted.

He sang some of his better-known songs, but the one that seemed to sum up the day was an obscure little tune he'd written himself called "Younger Men Grow Older."  It's an emotional song of an old man's regrets, sung to a young guy. The old man is saddened that the kid soon will have such regrets of his own.

That realization was hitting a lot of the audience too. In the years to come everyone would feel old and jaded. In the near future, Nixon would be re-elected. Hippiedom would degenerate beyond recognition. And Richie Havens himself seemed to disappear.

The next time I saw him was in 1980, here in Santa Fe, in front of the Plaza Cafe. Havens — in town for a show at the old Line Camp — was looking on in horror as some local toughs were pounding the snot out of a wino on the sidewalk.

The world seemed to be growing more hateful all around him, but Havens still seemed to have a saintly presence.

I was downtown plastering posters on lampposts and utility poles for one of my own upcoming gigs, a Fiesta weekend party at the old Forge lounge. (Back then Santa Fe was pretty lax about enforcing any laws pertaining to posting such things. I miss those days.)

When I saw Havens I was starstruck. I went up and introduced myself  — as the fight a few feet away  seemed to die down — and handed him one of my posters, which had a badly-drawn picture of Zozobra along with some of my song lyrics. Havens read the lyrics: "Kick the gloom and stomp the doom, good spirits we employ," then added, "I like that."

That made my day.

And that night I interviewed him backstage at the Line Camp. No it wasn't a great moment in journalism or anything. We just talked about his life and his music and how the times they were a changin'. (And neither of us brought up the poor wino who got his ass kicked on the Plaza that day.)

The main thing I remember from that interview is that he was sweet and kind and generous with his time. And also what a great performance he'd given that night -- just a percussionist and, I believe, a bass player backing up Haven's mournful vocals and crazy rhythm guitar.

Rest in peace, Ritchie.

Enjoy some of his music below.




Monday, April 22, 2013

Black Lips Country

You know I love good old outlaw country and I also love the garage/punk. Well here's  new tune that combines both.

It's surprisingly not-irreverent cover of a Waylon & Willie classic by The Black Lips.

I love this kind of cross-genre mash-up. Reminds me of the great Mudhoney/Jimmie Dale Gilmore collaboration back in the '90s. Of course zealots from either the country world or the punk sphere could very well hate this.

Their loss.





And here's that Townes Van Zandt song that Jimmie Dale and Mudhoney teamed up on.

Sunday, April 21, 2013

TERRELL'S SOUND WORLD PLAYLIST


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KSFR, Santa Fe, N.M. 
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 OPENING THEME: Let it Out (Let it All Hang Out) by The Hombres
First hour with special guest Pete Menchetti of Slovenly Recordings
Linda Nina by Los Ardillas
Me Siento Azul by Los Vigilantes
December by Scared of Chaka
Sally Smoked Dope by The Paint Fumes
I Want to Fuck All the Girls in My School
by Bazooka
Congo MC/ I'm Not to Blame by The Oops
Fier by Arsene Obscene
Born in 77 by The Black Jaspars
Nowhere Else to Go by Mouthbreathers

Fireworx by Sultan Bathery
It's on Me by Acid Baby Jesus
In and Out by The Black Lips
Planet Failure by The Spits
Let's Drink Some Wine by The lo-fi Jerkheads

Nulle Autre Que Ton by Magnetix
Muff Diving by The Anomalies
It's Great by Wau y Los Arrrrghs!!!
Your House or the Courthoude by The Livids
Days of Destiny by The Hipshakes
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Pete Menchetti will be DJing at Matador in Santa Fe on Wednesday night, 9 p.m.


Here Come the Mushroom People by The Molting Vultures
Shrunken Head by Hipbone Slim & The Knee-Tremblers
Gulls Rock by The Molting Vultures
31 Coupe by Angie & The Carwrecks
Brown Paper Sack by Reigning Sound
Beaver Fever by The Brain Eaters
Come Back Lord by Rev. Beat-Man
Less Bone, More Meat by King Salami & The Cumberland 3
Honey Don't by The Blues Against Youth
Water Main by Jon Spencer Blues Explosion

The Final Course by Mudhoney
Always Maybe by The Black Angels
I Put a Spell on You by Them
Weedeye by Churchwood
15 Degrees Capricorn Asc by Sam Samudio
Faster Pussycat by The Cramps
CLOSING THEME: Over the Rainbow by Jerry Lee Lewis

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Friday, April 19, 2013

THE SANTA FE OPRY PLAYLIST


Santa Fe Opry Facebook BannerFriday, April 19, 2013 
KSFR, Santa Fe, NM 
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10 p.m. to midnight Fridays Mountain Time 
Host: Steve Terrell 
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 OPENING THEME: Buckaroo by Buck Owens & The Buckaroos
Highway Patrol by Junior Brown
FBI's Top 10 by DM Bob & The Deficits
She Liked Every Kind of Music But Country by Robbie Fulks
Sam's Place by Buck Owens
Right or Wrong by Wanda Jackson
Best to Be Alone by Wayne Hancock
Working Girl's Guitar by Rosie Flores
Santa Cruz by The Imperial Rooster
Ain't I'm a Dog by Ronnie Self
When Hillbilly Willie Met Kitty From the City by Tani Allen & His Tennessee Pals

Hometown Shit Beer by Joe West & The Santa Fe Revue
One For the Road by Holly Golightly & The Brokeoffs
Shadows Fallin' Down My Face by The Dinosaur Truckers
San Antonio Romeo by Cathy Faber's Swinging Country Band
It'll Be Me by The Head Cat
The Parakeet by James Hand
Marie (The Dawn is Breaking) by Willie Nelson
White Dress by Anthony Leon & The Chain
The Woman I Need (Honky Tonk Mind) by Johnny Horton
Swinging Doors by Johnny Bush & Justin Trevino

Eels by The Handsome Family
Take Me to the Fires by The Waco Brothers
Creep Up Fast by The Electric Rag Band
Empty Bottle by The Calamity Cubes
The Low Road by Shooter Jennings
Wolverton Mountain by Southern Culture on the Skids
Tlaquepaque by Joe King Carrasco y El Molino

I've Got a Tender Heart by Eleni Mandell
The Man from God Knows Where by Tom Russell
Out of Control by Dave Alvin
The Law is For Protection of the People/You Don't Tell Me What to Do by Kris Kristofferson
Touch Taven by Elizabeth LaPrelle & Jadoo
Walkin' After Midnight by Patsy Cline
CLOSING THEME: Comin' Down by The Meat Puppets

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Thursday, April 18, 2013

TERRELL'S TUNEUP: Mudhoney Crashes Through the Roadblocks

A version of this was published in The Santa Fe New Mexican 
April 19, 2013


Vanishing Point is an early-1970s movie about a former cop named Kowalski who picks up a Dodge Challenger in Denver to deliver to San Francisco. He makes a bet in a Denver biker bar that he can drop off the car by the next afternoon. Eluding cops, running them off the road, and crashing through roadblocks in several western states, Kowalski is cheered on by Super Soul, a blind disc jockey at some Podunk radio station who calls him “the last American hero” and “the last beautiful free soul on this planet.”

Vanishing Point also is the name of the latest album by Mudhoney, a band that’s been speeding along the metaphorical highway of rock ’n’ roll for a quarter century.

Heck, the band is named after a Russ Meyer boobsploitation film that played at the same drive-ins that Vanishing Point would a few years later.

Sometimes I feel like the outcast voice in the wilderness Super Soul, rooting for this perpetual underdog band. Fortunately, the new album gives me a lot to cheer for.

Somewhere in a parallel world, some A & R lackey played his boss, music mogul David Geffen, a weird little single by a Seattle band on an independent label nobody every heard of. Fireworks went off in Geffen’s head.

Geffen knew he’d heard an anthem for the new generation. He would sign this band, commission a cool video with punk-rock cheerleaders for that song, “Touch Me I’m Sick,” and Mudhoney would launch a revolution that would shake American culture.

OK, back to reality: actually, something similar happened to Nirvana, another Seattle band on the Sub Pop label. In the wake of its success, major labels would scoop up dozens of Seattle bands, including Mudhoney.

In the early ’90s, Mudhoney was considered, at least by casual fans who didn’t know much about its history, to be kind of like Nirvana’s little brothers. (In fact the one time I saw Nirvana, Mudhoney was the opening act.)

Sometimes I wish it would have been Mudhoney instead of Nirvana to carry the banner back in the days when the flannel flew. I’d argue that Steve Turner is a better guitarist than Kurt Cobain was. Mark Arm’s lyrics have lots more humor than those of Cobain. Musically, Mudhoney drew far more from garage, psychedelic rock, and The Stooges than Nirvana did.

And had Mudhoney climbed to the toppermost of the poppermost, we probably would have been spared a generational spokesman committing suicide. And we probably would have been spared Courtney Love. (Mudhoney, in fact, did a scathing and wickedly funny song, “Into Yer Shtik,” about — at least in part — the widow Cobain.)

But after Nirvana imploded, most of the “new Nirvanas” fell by the wayside, broke up, died of heroin overdoses,went back to the proverbial car wash — whatever, never mind.

Except Mudhoney. Of all those crazy Sub Pop groups of the late ’80s and early ’90s, Mudhoney is the last band standing.

One could argue that Soundgarden might also qualify for that honor. Like Mudhoney, it started out in the ’80s on Sub Pop and just last year released a good album — King Animal. However, Soundgarden broke up for more than a decade. It didn’t soldier on like Mudhoney, releasing new albums on a fairly regular basis.

I did say “fairly” regular, right? Vanishing Point comes five years after the band’s previous album, The Lucky Ones. But even if Mudhoney isn’t as productive as it was in days of yore, it still packs a punch.

The first song, “Slipping Away,” kicks off with a short but snazzy drum solo by Dan Peters (the Gene Krupa of grunge?). The song slows down suddenly as Turner’s rubbery guitar creates a psychedelic sonic assault that would make the Butthole Surfers cry uncle.

This is followed by “I Like It Small,” which is about — wait, is this about what I think it’s about? “Chardonnay” is a minute and 39 seconds of raw punk rock with Arm spitting out a rant against the “critics’ favorite” wine with the same venom most rockers would save for a cheating girlfriend, a bad boss, or the government.

And he gets even more grouchy on “I Don’t Remember You,” a tale about an encounter at a supermarket with a forgotten acquaintance. Arm sings, “It’s a goddamn pleasure to meet you again/Half my brain is missing, and I don’t need new friends/I can’t keep up with the good friends I’ve got/’Scuse me while I fill this shopping cart.”

And I don’t know who or what is the target of “Douchebags on Parade,” which has subtle overtones suggesting Quadrophenia-era The Who.

"Go Mudhoney, go!"
At the moment — and this has changed at least a couple of times since I got the album — my top tune from Vanishing Point is “The Final Course.” It’s a strange tale that involves a decadent feast, accusations about the paternity of a child, the choking of a “shrew,” murder, and cannibalism (which repulses the narrator, though apparently not as much as Chardonnay does the narrator in that other song.)

The lyrics suggest a medieval setting, though when Arm sings “Someone brained me with a skillet, boom boom, out go the lights” it takes on overtones of the Stooges — not Iggy, but Moe, Larry, and Curly.

So Mudhoney keeps barreling on like Kowalski speeding down some Utah highway. There’s not much chance at this point that Mudhoney’s career will end, symbolically speaking, in some glorious, fiery crash like Kowalski did on the screen.

Fans are just happy that they haven’t run out of gas yet.

Blog Bonus: Bring on the videos.

Here's the video for "I Like It Small."



A classic from the golden years of Grunge



And here's a look at the movie that gave the band their name.

The Music of Kevin Curtis, Ricin Suspect




UPDATE April 23, 2013: Charges against Curtis have been dropped shortly after he was released from custody. More details HERE.



The Mississippi man arrested yesterday on suspicion of sending ricin-laced letters to President Obama and U.S. Sen. Roger Wicker has been described in national news reports as an "Elvis impersonator."



That's true. But Kevin Curtis also is an aspiring country singer and songwrtiter. You can hear some of his original tunes on his ReverbNation page. These aren't the kind of songs I normally play on The Santa Fe Opry, but they're probably as good than most the stuff on commercial country stations.

I also found this on Curtis' Facebook page. I can't say for certain it's him, but it's one of the most bizarre tributes to former Santa Fe resident Randy Travis I've ever seen.





Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Let's Get Slovenly

This Sunday on Terrell's Sound World I'll be joined by Pete Menchetti of Slovenly Recordings, a bitchen punk/garage label based in Reno, Nevada and Amsterdam (!)

Slovenly has released records by the likes of Billy Childish, The Reigning Sound, The Black Lips Wau & Los Arrrrghs!!!, The Spits, Livids (featuring Eric Davidson of New Bomb Turks). Los Vigilantes,  Hollywood Sinners and more.

I wrote about a Slovenly sampler a few years ago in Terrell's Tune-up. CLICK HERE (and scroll down)

As always, the show starts at 10 pm Mountain Time on Sunday. Folks here in northern New Mexico can listen at 101.l FM on your radio dial, and it'll be streamin' at ya, screamin' at www.ksfr.org.

And even before then you can listen to -- and, if you want to do something rash, BUY -- some Slovenly sounds at the label's Bandcamp page.  I'll embed some Livids below.




Tune in Sunday night and don't forget to END YOUR WEEKEND ROCKIN'

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

The Mice of Eden Avenged!

Here's a little slice of Santa Fe rock 'n' roll history, dug up my my friend and fellow Okie Jeff Hett: The theme from The Avengers by his old band, The Mice of Eden in 1987.




The video reminded me that I helped name this band all those years ago.


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