Hey everyone, look at me! I'm trying my hand at music criticism! Posted at Simon Flory's CD Baby Page.
With Unholy Town, Simon Flory has released a remarkable, and remarkable sounding album. The songwriting and the production of this Arkansas-written and Arkansas-produced effort rival anything issued from the well-appointed studios of Nashville.
The veteran lead man of the late and lamented Merle the Mule (Chicago) has spent the last few years in Arkansas, writing good Country songs that evoke – according to this web site – a “Mythical Red-State Americana.” Lest the potential listener suspect Flory’s work of creepy right-wing political nonsense, rest assured that whomever wrote that blurb had to be referring to the aching ambivalence of people living in places like Arkansas regarding strict adherence to a presumed set of white-picket-fence values. Flory paints rhymes that drive home the disappointment of lost places, and of times that probably never existed.
From the first track his melancholy sound references Gram Parsons, and the overall feel of the project will satisfy any Parsons zealot – like this reviewer. But Flory’s themes also depart significantly from Parsons’ “hippie country” vibe. Songs like the ballad Shelby Bridge spin tales of specific times, places, and stories that the hippies eschewed in favor of deeply felt, but vague emotion. The misty moral wavering in Crazy With the Heart betrays hardly a hint of regret as the hung-over morning-after hero investigates the mystery of an empty bed and a missing car.
Flory also demonstrates a firm grasp on Honkytonk, the strength of Merle the Mule. Ghost Woman Blues and the title track, Unholy Town, both swing admirably, driven by the solid drumming of Bill Brown. Here the sound departs from Parsons, and one cannot help but hear the solid West Texas swing of Joe Ely.
The collection closes with the soaring Country gospel sound of Up Yonder. If a nod to Red-State Americana requires that the artist demonstrate the ability to blow down the clapboard walls of a whitewashed Delta chapel, then Flory deserves a seat in the front pew of new Country artists.
I never knew what the term “Alt-Country” was supposed to mean, but have been informed that it applies to Parsons and Ely. I doubt if either of those artists do (or did) think of themselves that way. Perhaps the same applies to Simon Flory. If this album is accepted as Alt-Country, it is not. It is Country Music. Really good Country Music.
Did you like that? Buy Simon's album now, after you buy Foz the Hook's Gin-Soaked Yankee and Other Disgraces.
Your Pal,
Foz
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
A Sunday of Funnies
Last Sunday night your Olde Pal Foz had himself a wonderful time at Cole’s. Yes. I know that I always have a great time at Cole’s, and I spend a lot of time there. That is because of the unique intersection of art and booze that Coleman Brice provides his customers.
Sunday was the conclusion of the fabulous annual Milwaukee Avenue Arts Fest, and Cole lined up an unbeatable bill for the evening. It started with some terrific deejay types spinning vinyl Jazz discs. These Frisky Grannies DJ’s had quite a collection of classics, and spending the hottest part of the afternoon swinging to great music in an air conditioned bar was a definite first choice for me.
The second round of entertainment was silent movies, with live music provided by the same dissipated piano player who is writing this blog – right now! Cole gave me three DVD’s to choose from, including the Murnau’s 1922 masterpiece, Nosferatu. We did not see Nosferatu on Sunday, but might in the future. I chose to go with a “B” feature starring the that great Edwardian Hottie, Gloria Swanson. The Danger Girl (1916) was “supervised” – which I guess is old timey movie talk for “produced” – by the first great comic film maker, Mack Sennett. In this 18 minute slapstick old Gloria cross-dresses and indulges in some hot, sweet, girl-on-girl action to win back her wavering fella.
The feature film was a 25-minute Charlie Chaplin flick called Shoulder Arms (1918). In this story from the early (or earlier) part of Chaplin’s career, he plays a bumbling Doughboy who accidently captures Kaiser Wilhelm and wins World War I for the allies. I wonder if Quentin Tarantino thought he was doing something crazy and unusual when he changed the end of World War II for Inglorious Basterds?
Playing piano for silent films was a new experience for me. I could have done it better, but I look forward to trying again. I was surprised at how much easier it was to score the Chaplin film, because of the brilliance of his physical comedy. Sennett’s more narrative style didn’t provide as many opportunities for the music to interact with the action. If I am going to play piano for silent movies involving romance I am going to have to learn more Stephen Foster tunes. Knowing how to play and improvise around When Johnny Comes Marching Home proved valuable for Shoulder Arms, while The Danger Girl could have used some Beautiful Dreamer.
After the silent films the evening continued with a comedy show hosted by Cameron Esposito, and then wrapped up with a truly wonderful couple of sets by Chicago’s Patsy Cline tribute band, The Weepin Willows.
Check out the Weepin Willows Performance here, but be advised that You Tube does not come close to capturing how completely Natalie Jose fills the room with her strikingly powerful voice.
Later, I woke up in my bed, and found the refrigerator door open.
Must have been a good night.
Our accompanying picture features either Cameron Esposito, Natalie Jose, or Gloria Swanson. Leave your answer in the comments section. Correct answers earn a kiss from Foz.
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