Worth A Listen

  • Spanic Boys -

    Spanic Boys: Spanic Boys
    Milwaukee father-and-son duo that got their 15 minutes of fame as a last-minute replacement on "Saturday Night Live." Take a walk around your office and ask if anybody likes them. If you find someone who's a fan, beg them to show you their record collection or make you a mix tape. You have found a true fan of the rock and roll music. A blend of '50s rock, rockabilly, country and blues sung in innate harmony found only in blood relatives. Sample lyric: "You're drivin' me insane/ Like a man that's lost his brain. While you're out there having fun, I'm sittin' home havin' none." -- "Looks Good To Me" Note: The picture is actually The Spanics' "Dream Your Life Away" album (thanks a lot, Amazon), but it's a good one, too.

  • Tim Easton -

    Tim Easton: Break Your Mother's Heart
    Another discovery as an opening act; this time the headliner was John Hiatt. A great songwriter and fingerpicker who has honed his craft on the road in the States and overseas. While Ashlee Simpson was lip-synching on "Saturday Night Live" and, even worse, actually singing at halftime of the Orange Bowl, this guy was in a club somewhere, playing for tips. Get thee now to a record store and find this CD. You won't be sorry. Sample lyric: "A pack of dull monkeys could write circles around that fourth-grade, mumbly slang, stream-of-consciousness jive that you call a song." -- "Poor, Poor LA"

  • Will T. Massey: Will T. Massey
    This 1991 album is out of print, but if you shop around on eBay you can probably find a copy for less than a buck. That's a crime. Fans of Steve Earle, Bruce Springsteen and Tom Petty will find something for them here. Steve Earle did; I discovered Massey when he opened for Earle around the time this disc came out. Mike Campbell, Roy Bittan, and Jim Keltner did; they all played on it. This guy should have been a star, and I can't for the life of me figure out why he wasn't. In fact, I don't know what happened to him. If anyone out there knows, drop me a line. Sample lyric: "And when I was young they starting ropin'/Now the roundup's done and I ain't broken" -- "Barbed Wire Town"

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Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Check Mark

Another checklist bit the dust Sunday night when I saw Mark Knopfler perform at Wolf Trap in Vienna, Va.

Of my 10 favorite guitarists, I’ve now seen all of them that are still alive (as well as Stevie Ray Vaughan before his tragic death). When you're talking about an "all-time" list, six out of 10 ain't bad.

Technically, I’d seen Knopfler before, when he was playing as a sideman on Eric Clapton’s 25th anniversary tour in 1988. He was good then, but he was fantastic on his own.

Knopfler’s always had one of the most killer guitar tones around, some of which can be attributed to the use of his bare fingers rather than a pick. A word I hear often describing his sound is “burnished,” though I’m not sure that does it justice. I’ve never been able to come up with a word that I find adequate. I know this: at its best, Knopfler’s tone gives me goose bumps. It can be as thick and heavy as summer in Memphis but maintain an expressive, vocal quality ranging from screeching kid to clucking hen.

Knopfler’s former group, Dire Straits, was a mainstay of my local rock radio station when I was growing up. His solo work, which includes several movie soundtracks, has been mellower overall so radio listeners don’t experience the pleasure of his company much these days. That’s too bad, because his playing is the definition of taste.

The show more than lived up to my expectations. Though it was billed as the Shangri-La Tour (title of the new album), Knopfler drew much of the show from his Dire Straits material, playing “Walk of Life,” “So Far Away,” “Money For Nothing,” “Romeo and Juliet,” “Sultans of Swing,” and, my favorite, “Brothers in Arms.”

I’m still in awe of what an artist can do with wood, wire and electricity. Truthfully, most of it is in the hands. It’s inspiring yet discouraging, too. After seeing a great one such as Knopfler play, I can’t decide whether to quit or practice harder.

The more I think about it, though, I’d like to give myself goose bumps someday. I think I’ll go plug in. 

Friday, June 10, 2005

Eight Days a Week?

A conversation with another couple recently led me back to my on-again, off-again pipe dream of owning a nightclub that features live music. With a child on the way, it's likely to stay off-again for a long time.

I still like thinking about it anyway. One of the most enjoyable aspects of this dream is imagining what types of music would be featured. I could never settle on just one, so I got to thinking that it would be cool to feature different types on different days of the week.

I think rockabilly would be great for Friday night, with blues on Saturday night. Sunday morning seems like a natural for a gospel brunch.

What about you, dear readers? Does anybody have certain types of music or certain songs they associated with particular days of the week? 

Tuesday, June 07, 2005

Number 1 with a bullet

Sharon and I got to hear our baby's heartbeat for the first time this morning. I'm sure she will share her thoughts with those of you who know us. I can sum it up like this: of all the sounds that have changed my life -- the first time I heard Stevie Ray Vaughan on the radio, Eric Clapton's solo on "Crossroads," hearing Doc Watson play "Columbus Stockade Blues" -- The Peanut's (working title for the kid) heartbeat shot to the top of the list. It's trite but it's true; I'm a different man than I was yesterday.

Mr. Jones


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