Posts Tagged ‘Tom Waits’

If it’s far out, was it ever far in?

May 5, 2008

Friday May 2

The Flaming Lips – “Free Radicals”

Ryan Adams – “Halloweenhead”

Yeah, I’ve been alone on the highway late at night and proudly butchered this song at the top of my lungs. What of it? Mindless idiot-rock from Ryan Adams, of all people. Still, he managed to turn this into a piano ballad when I saw him at Cain’s a few months ago. Unreal.

Hey Mercedes – “Eleven to Your Seven”

The Feds – “Angels & Devils”

Ryan Adams & The Cardinals – “Magnolia Mountain”

Low – “Closer”

Jesse Malin – “High Lonesome”

Islands – “Jogging Gorgeous Summer”

Elbow – “Fugitive Motel”

Mute Math – “You Are Mine”

Watched a couple Mute Match videos on YouTube before a party this weekend (a party at which I am rumored to have set myself on fire, even if I dispute it). Somehow, I think I managed to see Mute Math play a less-than-stellar show at Cain’s a few months back. This isn’t to say I wasn’t floored at that Cain’s show – it was easily one of the most extraordinary and original things I’ve ever seen. That rhythm section is alien, I swear. I only say less-than-stellar now, after seeing the madness that ensues at other shows. This band might just take over the world with its next record, or it might just fade away. Either way, at least I got to see it.

Stars – “The First Five Times”

Guster – “Two Points for Honesty”

RAWK SAWNG OF THE DAY: Injected – “Burn it Black”

Tom Waits – “Blue Skies”

June 23 – Dallas at Palladium
June 25 – Tulsa at Brady Theatre

The Who – “My Generation” 

Ben Folds Five – “Your Redneck Past”

Breakdown: 16 songs, two places

I’ll be working out of the paper’s Capitol Bureau from now until next Friday. This means little-to-no time for tuneage at work. Instead, I’ll be listening to the music of conference committee reports, filibusters, partisan pandering and engrossed bills. May God help us all.

Short playlists ahead, but big news music news for yours truly will make up for it. Stay tuneage-d.

A pistol-whipped criminal

April 16, 2008

Elefant – “Now That I Miss Her”

Radiohead – “Faust Arp”

Doves – “N.Y.”

Whiskeytown – “Under Your Breath”

Tom Waits – “A Good Man is Hard to Find”

Led Zeppelin – “Houses of the Holy”

Big Wreck – “Inhale”

The Thrills – “You Can’t Fool Old Friends With Limousines”

RAWK SAWNG OF THE DAY: Refused – “Refused Are Fuckin’ Dead”

Breakdown:

songs

3 during commute to work

6 at work

0 during commute home (cell phones are Satan)

We’ll save today’s BEST BAND YOU’VE PROBABLY NEVER HEARD for a band that didn’t make the iPod playlist, but kept my feet tappin’ all night at Belle Isle Brewery. Don’t take my word for it – come hear The Magpies with your own two ears next Tuesday, suckas! The Clevelandites will be in Oak Shitty again, this time at Speakeasy (Yes, it has a stage. Yes, it sounds better than Conservatory). If we’ve gotten around to actually “launching” this little blog experiment by then, you trendiest-of-trendy readers should invite all your friends and enemies for a night of some of the finest American songwriting, accordion playing and twangy rock and roll around. Goes good with Whiskeytown, Jerry Lee Lewis, beer, The Boss, Cash and the roots rock side of Rolling Stones. Try this opening line on for size: ”Here comes the night and I’m feeling like a pistol-whipped criminal.” Righteous! I told some folks in the bar that I’d die a happy man if I could listen to bands like The Magpies every night, and that wasn’t just the Belle Isle booze talking – I really meant it. Guess I could be in for an early death if they keep playing here so much. So it goes.

Attack of the singer-songwriters

April 8, 2008

Valve – “Forever More”

Lucero – “San Francisco”

A breezy, booze-stained night at SXSW 2008. Free beers everywhere. Whiskey, too. A sloppy crowd of tattooed cowpunk types was piling into the backyard amphitheater at Red Eyed Fly. Seemed like the perfect storm for my first Lucero live experience. I was pumped.

We dropped anchor in front of a pool of 24 oz. Lone Star beers and plowed through a few of those suckers before Lucero hit the stage (later, the bass player would literally hit the stage). I was nice and numb by the time Ben Nichols and Co. stumbled in, but I’d soon witness a staggering debacle of drunken chaos that would make every booze-fueled embarrassment of my short life seem like child’s play.

Nichols made it through about two songs (and took three shots) before his voice gave out. He knew it was gone, so he didn’t bother trying to sing. Just cracked an “I’m guilty, but I don’t care” smile and shook his head at the rest of the band. They found his sorry condition equally hilarious, even as the guitarist swayed back and forth like a seesaw and drooled. Yeah, drooled. What a mess of a man. The bass player knew he was in a worthless state and had propped himself up against the back wall of the stage as a precaution. But he’d still stumble forward from time to time for no apparent reason. Eventually, he fell face down. Twice. The drummer was actually pretty solid and was clearly the only remotely sober one of the group. Nichols couldn’t sing, but he managed to to tell the crowd at least half a dozen times that he’d been “drinking since two in the afternoon.” And then he’d take another shot and light another cigarette. Completely shameless. The trainwreck was twice as entertaining as the few moments they actually hit stride, for better or worse.

Only took about three songs for us to proclaim Lucero the Drunkest Band of All Time. That’s a dubious distinction considering the folks I was with at the show. Until then, the Drunkest Band of All Time title was held by The Feds thanks to a show they put on a few years back that we all attended. It ended with a droning encore that included no actual songs but was highlighted by Matt Wright playing his guitar with the penis of a Bowling For Soup roadie who had wandered onstage.

We stumbled out of the venue midway through the Lucero set (but not until one of my comrades smoked some hash with an attorney in plain view of 500 people – ah, Austin) and saw the Ludo clan on the street. We mobbed them, and I mumbled some hogwash about Wilco to Tim Convy (fellow Wilco obsessive and Ludo Moog man). That’s pretty much the last thing I remember about the Lucero show, aside from hijacking my buddy’s Ford Contour and driving to Jack in the Box to order ten tacos at 4:30 a.m.

Thanks, Lucero. See you in Arkansas on May 1.

Fugazi – “Suggestion”

Smashing Pumpkins – “Luna”

Doves – “A House”

Head Automatica – “Please, Please, Please (Young Hollywood)”

Jesse Malin – “Lucinda”

Tom Waits – “So It Goes”

Glassjaw – “Trailer Park Jesus”

George Harrison – “Thanks for the Pepperoni”

Head Automatica – “Laughing at You”

Lots of Daryl Palumbo in the shuffle today…

Pete Yorn – “Just Another”

It’s 11:12 a.m. and I want metal. I get Pete Yorn instead. I get a Pete Yorn song I hate. Not wise to deprive a man of his metal, you pansy anti-metal iPod. Grow balls.

Josh Rouse – “Carolina”

Damnit to hell! I’m in no mood to listen to a song that begins: “Down in Tennessee / sits a girl alone.” I love this song, just can’t stomach it right now. But I’ll suffer through it; maybe I’ll calm down.

Damnit again: “In the Nashville sky / sits a diamond bright.” Fuck that nonsense. Next.

Jeff Buckley – “Back in N.Y.C.”

Singer-songwriter invasion 2008. Oh well. At least this song has some nuts to it.

The Thrills – “Saturday Night”

Attention all Affliction-shirt-wearing, Jagerbombing dudebros: “Broken beer bottles / thrown like American footballs / Hey, it’s just jocks high on hormones / Is this what they call hate on a Saturday night?” Yes, yes it is.

Social Distortion – “Ring of Fire”

Pearl Jam – “Glorified G”

AC/DC – “You Shook Me All Night Long”

Minus the Bear – “Pig War”

Mastodon – “Bladecatcher”

Finally. 1:40 p.m. is the best moment of the day thus far. Metal makes me happy when I’m stuck at the little gray desk in the big black tower.

AC/DC – “Back in Black”

Blue October – “You Make Me Smile”

Big Star – “In The Street”

The Jayhawks – “Smile”

Danny Grady – “Stay Gold”

Yet another D Grady song that’ll never see the light of day. Depressing. One of the best songs I’ve heard in the past year, and I’m one of a dozen people who has heard it. Not right.

Kill Radio – “Raised on Whip Cream”

Rose Hill Drive – “Off to the Games”

Little League Hero – “The Trick”

LLH’s last show ever is this weekend. I’ve been going to way too many “last shows” lately, it seems.

Starsailor – “At the End of a Show”

Okkervil River – “Missing Children”

Band of Horses – “Is There A Ghost”

Breakdown:

30 songs

2 during commute to work

26 at work

4 during commute home

There are four dead people (that I know of) in this playlist. Two died of cancer, one drowned in a river and the other drowned in booze. On that note, I’m off for a night of second-hand smoking, swimming and heavy drinking. A moron once told me the only way to beat death is at his own game. Apparently, I listened.

Miss Jones taught me English

March 28, 2008

Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers – “Swingin’”

Sometimes I wonder if Petty writes every one of his songs about girls he sees on the side of a road. Opening lines of this song: “She was standing by the highway / in her boots and silver spurs / gonna hitchhike to the yellow moon / when a Cadillac stopped for her.” The girl in boots and silver spurs proceeds to run into trouble with the law, go on a Vegas bender and call her mother-in-law for help only to go “down swingin’.” Opening lines of some other Tom Petty song: “She’s a good girl / loves her momma / loves Jesus / and America, too.” We all know what happens to that girl: Vampires, broken hearts, Ventura Boulevard, bad boys – the whole lot. Years back, I saw an interview with Petty where he’s talking about how “Free Fallin’” started out as a joke song about a girl he saw on the side of the road on the way to the studio one day. This makes me curious, but really makes me wish more girls would hang out on the side of the road near Tom Petty’s house.

The Clash – “Janie Jones”

Injected – “Untitled”

Elvis Costello – “No Action”

Fake friend Rob Gordon wouldn’t be happy with me, but “No Action” is much worthier of Top 5 Track Ones – Side Ones distinction than The Clash’s “Janie Jones,” which was the song before this one during today’s shuffle. Come on, Rob (or John Cusack, or Nick Hornby – whoever you are), ever heard “London Calling?”

The Flaming Lips – “One More Robot”

Centro-matic – “Tundra (Part Seven)”

Dead Moon – “It’s OK”

Finch – “Miro”

None of the emo kids liked the second Finch album. Probably because it was actually good. Damn good. One of my favorite loud r-a-w-k records from 2005.

Ben Folds Five – “Jackson Cannery”

The Used – “Greener with the Scenery”

John Coltrane – “Summertime”

Third Eye Blind – “Slow Motion (Dirty Version)”

This version of the song didn’t make the “Blue” album. There was a mostly instrumental sleeper instead. Probably something to do with the opening lines: “Miss Jones taught me English / but I think I just shot her son / ’cause he owed me money / with a bullet in the chest you cannot run.” Just gets gorier and more cryptic from there. It’s everything Third Eye Blind isn’t, and everything I wish they were.

Ben Folds Five – “Emaline”

Spoon – “The Beast and the Dragon, Adored”

Sufjan Stevens – “Casimir Pulaski Day”

Social Distortion – “Sick Boys”

Bob Dylan – “Just Like Tom Thumb’s Blues”

Billy Joel – “Ain’t No Crime”

The Who – “Magic Bus”

The Pistol Arrows – “Who is the Dreamer and Who is the Dream?”

Sloan – “The Other Man”

The Beatles – “Hello, Goodbye”

Tom Waits – “Everything Goes to Hell”

Doesn’t this pretty much sum up every Tom Waits song?

Islands – “Rough Gem”

May 16. Dallas. Granada. Anyone who lives in Texas should go. These guys were the best band I saw at SXSW – show is unlike anything I had seen before.

Breakdown:

24 songs

2 during commute to work

20 at work

2 during commute home

Went home from work sick today. Was listening to Tom Waits at the time and nearly succumbed to his wishes for everything to go to hell as I ran into two curbs on account of the wooziness from the meds. But I’m alive for now. Nice try, Tommy boy.