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I want to start by thanking everyone for the great response we got from issue one. I’ve learned so much about
this city and the scene from doing this, and I’m thrilled to know we can keep going with it. In this issue you’ll
find out about some amazing artists you might never have heard of, and hopefully learn more about some that
you have. It never ceases to amaze me how alive and inspiring the community is here and I consider myself
lucky to be a part of it. The more we continue to support each other, the better it will get. Feel free to drop us
a line to pitch a story, tell us how we’re doing, tell us off, or just say hi. I want to thank all the contributors,
advertizers, and everyone who helps to keep this thing going. Enjoy! -Dave Cuomo, Editor
on the cover: Erin Regan www.erinregan.com cover photo and design by Jamie Ferri
In This Issue:
Wayne Penlon – dave cuomo tells a village icon’s story
Get in the Minivan – brook pridemore gives tour advice and reminisces
Jeff Jacobson – paul alexander looks at a local heavyweight
Stain Bar – krista madsen tells her story of d.i.y. bar creation
Exegesis Department – with dan penta of cockroach
Kirk Kelly – jonathan berger profiles an antiFolk originator
Subway Stories – dave cuomo gets busted and rejected
Poetry Page – jonathan berger, tyrus gray, arlene cassarino, dave cuomo
Paul’s Perspective – paul alexander goes in the studio and battles with his producer
Alec Wonderful – alec gets nostalgic for past fanzines
Air Wasn’t Air – fiction by krista madsen Be an Urban Folk friend!
CD Reviews – amy hills, pantsuit, and more... myspace.com/urbanfolkzine
It’s like Vegas. There’s just some stuff you don’t talk
about at home. After a trip, I find myself acting really
abrasive to the people around me, for no real reason.
I will tell you that one person I’ve toured with earned
the nickname “Foghorn,” for reasons I will not go into.
www.brookpridemore.com
Jeff Jacobson
Heavyweight? Undisputed.
by Paul Alexander
Despite the fact that he appears as polished as artists who he also said collaborating with Beck would be a dream
have been playing the New York City acoustic songwriter come true. Still, before having reached these lofty goals,
scene for years, recent finalist in the annual Williamsburg he has already recorded an album with Rus Irwin, making
Live Singer Songwriter Competition, Jeff Jacobson, has respected producer Phil Ramone’s cut to remain in Rus’s
really only been playing shows as a solo singer/songwriter band and play electric guitar on a major label album, later
for just over a year. It was December of 2003 when Jeff touring the country as the band opened for Roxette. He even
played the Baggot Inn’s Underground Music Online Sunday go to play with Rus on the Tonight show in 1991. After his
open mic, and had the first song he ever played in public time with Rus, Jeff continued to do session work as a guitar
recorded live and selected for inclusion on the UMO’s “Best player in Phil Ramone’s personal rolodex, playing on many
Singer/Songwriters of Greenwich Village” compilation other albums including Laura Branigan’s “Cover My Heart”
CD. After that, it was only after many Wednesdays at the album for Epic.
DTUT open mic that Jeff Jacobson finally booked his first Besides winning over audiences almost every evening
solo show – April 26th 2004, when Larry Oakes helped him in some musical manifestation, Jeff has also been working
secure a gig at CBGB’s Underground Lounge. All this after with music everyday since he answered an ad in the
Jeff took a ten year hiatus from performing in public at all,
solo or otherwise, to transpose and compose.
Jeff got his first guitar when he was only five. After many
Long Island afternoons with an acoustic guitar, by age twelve
Jeff had discovered Van Halen, the electric guitar, and an
obsession with becoming a great guitar player. Honing his
music theory skills in high school and further developing
them in college at NYU through course work and private
lessons, Jeff became more than a great songwriter and guitar
player, he became a well rounded musician.
Jeff Jacobson’s eclectic songwriting draws from his many
phases of listening. From early on Jeff played classical
guitar, though he began his independent musical exploration
with heavy rock. His first concert experience was the Black
and Blue Tour of Black Sabbath and Blue Oyster Cult, only
later becoming a fan of R&B music, such as Prince, Stevie
Wonder, and James Brown. Somewhere along his journey
as a fledgling virtuoso, Jeff also discovered the blues, which
he admires because he feels that the blues greats create a
lot within a limited rage of possibilities, counting Stevie
Ray Vaughn, Albert King, and Albert Collins as some of
his favorite bluesmen. Eventually, Jeff was drawn to jazz,
which he appreciates for its lush melodies and harmonies,
and like R&B, its elaborate and varied chord voicings. Jazz
also shares Jeff’s appreciation for the freedom of form, Village Voice in 1989. Jeff transcribes regularly for both
something Jeff was drawn to in college when practicing Hal Leonard Publishing and Cherry Lane Music, though
his classical repertoire. Jeff had been known to add notes he has worked for other companies in the past. Jeff’s job
to pieces he was practicing because he thought it “sounded entails getting a CD and then painstakingly analyzing every
good”— blasphemy to his classical teacher who held the second of the recording in order to notate all of the vocal
written music as the messiah. lines and all guitar parts, complete with chord voicings and
Jeff includes Van Halen, Stevie Wonder, Duke Ellington, fret positions, both in musical notation and in guitar tab.
and Count Basie in his list of major influences, along with According to Jeff, sometimes the job of transcribing an
jazz saxophone player Michael Brecker, who he champions album is easier than others, as the last Jack Johnson album
for creating so much passionate and meaningful music he transcribed only required him to notate a lead vocal part
within the vast vocabulary of jazz. In the future, Jeff would and several different guitars, while he recalls transcribing
love to have the opportunity to work with Brecker, but Queen’s album, “A Night at the Opera,” as one of his hardest
tasks yet. Transcribing albums may sound like an ideal job Hall, making the trek to play in Philadelphia, and generally
for someone as musically inclined as Jeff, but because of his impressing audiences anywhere they go.
daily onslaught of musical microanalysis, listening to music Being intimately familiar with the fret board, Jeff realizes
is often tedious for Jeff, and when he first returned to the that virtuosity can bore, and both as a singer/songwriter, and
music scene, he wanted to listen to other people, but had to as a guitar player, he reminds himself to focus on being a
work very hard to do just that – listen and not analyze. good musician, and tries not to focus on just a great guitar
As a finalist in the annual Williamsburg Live Singer line, asserting that “attitude affects how you play.” Jeff
Songwriter Competition, Jeff has been receiving accolades even suggests to friends and fellow performers, “Just do
from people across the city, and paired with his membership your thing,” assuring them that if they stick to that, there’s
in a band with growing fame, the Undisputed Heavyweights, no reason to be nervous, as nothing could go wrong when
Jeff is beginning to notice people not only coming to shows, you “enjoy who you are…enjoy it for the moment, and keep
but returning for more. He prefers to play venues where going.” According to Jeff, the secret to success in front of
people come to listen to music, not just to have a beer. Jeff an audience is to, “Assume you are good and stop trying.”
finds it much harder to play when he is only the background Although Jeff does not place overt messages in his songs,
music, finding that places like the Rockwood Music Hall, the as some songwriters may, and he does not have some agenda
Kavehaz’s Monday Singer/Songwriter night, the DTUT’s which fuel his songs, he does feel like many of his songs
Wednesday open mic, and the Sidewalk Café are his favorite revolve around finding courage to do things you didn’t
places to play primarily because people come to them for think you could do, not giving up, coming to terms with
the music. who you are, and accepting oneself. Inspired not by other
Many people have become Jeff Jacobson fans over music, though indebted to other musicians for turning him
the course of his relatively short playing out, but Amy Hills, onto the art, Jeff Jacobson finds his inspiration in a need to
host of the DTUT’s open mic, has know Jeff since he arrived feel alive by creating a song, in reading the autobiographical
on the scene just over a year ago. Amy sees so many great stories of others who have spent their lives overcoming their
songwriters every week, yet of Jeff she has own struggles, and especially in his friends
said, “When it comes to his songwriting he and family, such as his nieces, who recently
brings more to the table than anyone. He inspired the song “Castles” after returning
has a wealth of experience and knowledge from a trip to Spain.
about the guitar and music theory and how Besides continuing to build a fan base one
things should or shouldn’t sound that I person at a time, and undoubtedly continuing
cannot begin to understand. He looks at the to wow listeners of all shapes and sizes at
guitar and sees a playground, and I just see every turn, Jeff would love to begin playing
a guitar…he makes it look so easy but he larger venues in the city, such as the Beacon
practices and decomposes and reconfigures Theater or the Bowery Ballroom, and he
and has more drive and determination than has plans to release several CDs of his solo
almost anyone I know. There is a reason catalogue, even shooting to have one available
why he has only been performing his material for a year or by the end of this summer. Still, beyond the music, Jeff
so and has achieved the success he has. He works hard. He has been pleasantly surprised by the warmth and support
deserves it. Actually, he deserves way more, but he doesn’t he has found in the NYC acoustic songwriter scene, calling
have the god awful ego and selfishness—he’s cursed with many of the people he has met at various open mics close
kindness and humility and patience.” friends—often attending shows of all the artists featured on
Since the Williamsburg Live Singer Songwriter his website. Bringing more to the New York City singer/
Competition, Jeff has been joining fellow finalist Jaymay songwriter scene than merely virtuoso guitar playing and
on stages across the city, most recently the Living Room. memorable songs, Jeff Jacobson’s humble yet awe inspiring
Additionally, Jeff still regularly plays solo shows, drops in as presence has helped foster the warm and supportive scene
a guest artist with other friends and songwriters around town, Jeff has blossomed within, and despite a breakout first year,
and rehearses and performs regularly with his most serious there is undoubtedly much more groundbreaking music to
collaborative project, the Undisputed Heavyweights. come from the undisputed heavyweight.
As a member of the Undisputed Heavyweights, a group
which includes Jeff, Casey Shea, and Wes Verhoeve, Jeff Jeff Jacobson: jeffjacobson.net
has been amazed at how organically the group has come
together, genuinely songwriting as a collective, and playing Undisputed Heavyweights: betterthanelvis.com
great music to an ever increasing audience. Founded to fill
out Ed Purchla’s CD release party at the Sidewalk Café,
Jeff and the Undisputed Heavyweights began their myth at
midnight that first night, and have gained momentum every
minute since, hosting their own “Heavyweight’s Night”
at Piano’s Lounge, playing regularly at Rockwood Music
The Big Onion
breaking through the layers to create Stain Bar
by Krista Madsen
We all have our theories on far. I looked on Craigslist to
what constitutes a New Yorker. see what the going rate was for
Some say five years here, others commercial spaces in my area
say never. For me it took opening of south/eastern Williamsburg
a bar in the further reaches of and called the number for 766
Williamsburg, becoming a real Grand. This was it. But I had a
member of a neighborhood, flight to catch.
learning how to tear down walls Instead of looking at homes
and build new ones, cranking up or doing anything at all related
and down the squeaky metal gate to my surroundings, I used my
every day, shoveling the walk trip to New Orleans as a means
when it snows and attempting to to hole up anonymously in a
grow something in a metal-filled room of a former orphanage
dirt patch. and churn out a fifty-page
Before all this, I was going business plan, spreadsheets,
south. For several years I had market surveys and all. I
been reading, researching, signed up for every credit card
taking classes, and even buying I could, dizzied myself with
knickknacks for the arts/wine building code regulations and
lounge I had in my head. I knew liquor laws, bought temporary
the name, Stain, and the logo, tattoos with the Stain logo,
the red ring a wine glass leaves created a website, and started
on a napkin, the décor and the contacting local vineyards to
theme. But the overwhelming see if they would donate some
difficulty of this task, with the wine for the benefit parties I
added impediment of no money would throw to raise money. At
or experience, was crippling. It began to seem simpler and the end of two weeks in which I slept little and ventured out
slightly more realistic to do this instead in New Orleans, of my room only to seek out Internet access or a $2 po’boy
perhaps the only other place in America I could ever imagine from the nearest gas station, I did it up New Orleans-style
living. As a writer I’ve never been willing to hold down any at last by getting a real tattoo of the Stain logo on my arm, a
career-oriented full-time job and have made a rule against pack of cigarettes and a bottle of wine.
office work, which means that for the sake of my “freedom” I signed the lease for the going-out-of-business Price &
I’ve always worked far more hours in menial positions for Style (a sad clothing store that seemed to feature WWJD
far less money, and I was pooped. Despite my debt and tee-shirts, clothespins, plastic vases, and brown nylons, all
next-to-nil bank account, I somehow managed to get pre- of which were now mine) based on the weather really. The
approved for a mortgage that could buy maybe a plastic- few times I came to check out this wreck, the sky was a
covered shed in Bensonhurst or…a two-story, two-bedroom, miraculous shade of blue and the view to the church from
two-bathroom Victorian cottage with a red door, a lush front the junkyard of the backyard looked like it belonged in
garden, and a porch swing just a ten-minute free ferry ride some European village. My friend calmed my jitters by
across the mythic Mississippi from downtown New Orleans. saying it didn’t matter what the inside was like, it’ll be dark.
But something still tugged. I had built a life for myself in Phil from the hardware store came to change the locks and
New York in the past nine years, this was my home and I’m he, on the other hand, peered up at the base of the second
no quitter. Perhaps I could live in my new cottage seasonally floor bathtubs you could see from the huge rotten hole in
or not at all? I had already subletted my apartment for the the ceiling, and surmised I was insane. People were also
month of May and booked a flight when I finally mustered starting to say I was brave, and I do believe signing the lease
the courage to call one of the phone numbers I had amassed in the first place was brave (or crazy), but the rest of this
from “For Rent” signs I saw during my regular jogs. I three-month adrenaline-fueled renovation was out of pure
looked at one place in Greenpoint – spacious, exposed brick, necessity. Now there was officially a gun to my head saying
perfectly clean – but part of my dream life entailed riding GO, and AS FAST AS YOU CAN, a grueling race I had to
a girlie bike with a basket to my bar, and this seemed too win because I no longer had any choice. It was the hardest
thing I’ve ever done, yet somehow I now get all nostalgic garbage became my white whale and I would do anything
because it turns out sitting every night in the bar I’ve created at this point to see it dead. Between them dumping bags in
is far more challenging. abandoned lots, we started burning wooden trash in a pyre
A crow bar half the length of me became my friend, along we created in the backyard with the old air conditioning
with a long series of unexpected and lifesaving volunteers. I ducts that lined the ceiling. Were it not for the drug addict
was homeless for another two weeks and dragging luggage in army fatigues tending the flames and the six engines from
from friend’s place to friend’s place when I stopped by my the Fire Department making a visit, it would have felt like
apartment to get my mail and ran into Chris, the unemployed camp.
actor still subletting my room. He just wanted to drop by the Sometimes I had to emerge from my dark cave and
bar and see what I had gotten myself into, but maybe pity or attempt to wear the trappings of normal citizenship (harder
concern or simple good samaritanship set in and he wound and harder to pull off these days as I was becoming known in
up spending weeks of extremely long days helping with the the ‘hood as “The Girl With the Dirty Pants”), and circle the
demolition, broken up only by Dominican Bakery snack rings of Hell known as City Hall. Red tape is a euphemism. I
breaks and Negra Modelo. I like to refer to this time as the went to one window and they sent me to another window, as
Dark Ages, or Vietnam, as my brother and I had yet to rewire this automated voice reads incomprehensible numbers over
the place and it’s the closest I’ve been to war. I thought we’d the loudspeaker, and around and around again until one lady
remove the wall paneling and the dropped ceiling with its asked for my ticket number and sent me back to the first
grid of fluorescent lights and just paint the place, instead, the window to get one and so on. Finally, some kinder gentler
removal of one layer revealed another and another until it person took me under his wing and set me up with a teller
felt like archeology, each new store through the years – and who would actually talk to me for a second. I came to collect
apparently there were a lot, perhaps this place was cursed a Certificate of Occupancy for my building, but apparently
– seemed to feel the need to cover up rather than expose. I it didn’t exist, so I had to create one. This man sent me on a
was hoping to discover some grand artifact or time capsule, scavenger hunt to do so, involving many offices and trains
instead there was rat shit and in the layer I figured belonged to places like East New York. When I arrived back from my
to the ’70s I found a can of Tab and a rainbow poster. A hole two-day journey, flushed with my folder of ten found items
above the back door was stuffed with bottles, chicken bones of maps, pictures, plots, someone closed their window in
(I’d like to think it was chicken), and corncobs. I discovered my face. “But you close at 5,” I whelped. “Not today.” The
tin ceilings, tin doors, woodwork, a cool curve in the wall, next day I came back only to discover that all I had done was
plaster bolstered by clumps of horse hair, the original chain futile, my building did in fact already have a certificate but
pull windows that were broken and cardboarded over it wouldn’t fly for a bar so I needed to start over in the office
decades ago, patches of ornate wallpaper, and so many of… My roommate at the time happened to be an architect
different coats of paint it peeled off like fabric. Growing and I dragged myself all hangdog and demoralized to his
anything in the garden required sifting deep into the dirt. We office. His boss mandated No More City Hall for You, as
discovered various rusted metallic objects including what he phoned a liquor lawyer, an expeditor and began drafting
seems to be a 38-special. In the curiously oblong pile of dirt plans for my work permits. All this “help” amounted to
in the basement I dug up a boot as more money than my DIY self
the sole light flashed randomly on was prepared to pay, but in the
and off and I repeated in order to end I’m sure my time was better
convince myself “I’m not afraid, spent on that eight-foot ladder,
I’m not afraid.” where I was beginning to feel quite
My demolition trash, mixed in comfortable.
with roomfuls of clothes hangers As the core of this place emerged,
and clothing racks that the landlord I felt if I squinted I could see what
happened to overlook removing it must have been. The first record
before I began, was reaching the I found of this building in my
ceiling and the walls and threatening expeditions through government
to outgrow the room. I pulled a nail offices was from 1915, when
out of my foot and decided it was the retail space of the four-floor
time for a dumpster and a few hired tenement was a liquor store. Back
hands. I thought this would take a then a liquor store would have also
day and a $1,000 but it took weeks been a bar, but then Prohibition
and more money than I like to happened. I learned from the owner
think about. For fucking garbage. of the laundromat next door that our
When one of the biggest dumpsters wasn’t enough, it got buildings date back to 1890. My dad independently came up
to the point after many man-with-a-van rides to the dump, with the same year when he saw the handcut wooden beams
that I solicited the help of a few local thugs and rented a holding up the basement predating mechanized saws. My
U-Haul. They lowered the project to new illegal depths, but brother pointed out the entire history of electricity on the
basement ceiling from the first delicate been to create more of a community
wires to today’s sturdy rat-proof BX. center than a bar, with an obsessive
The name “Leon” is spray-painted in commitment to local products (wine
the basement and the back wall of the and beer from the state), talent and
garden and I often wondered who and events (open mics, art openings,
how long dead Leon was. One day, theme parties, craft nights, readings).
Leon showed up and said he and five Now I’m trying to read as many
Ukrainian siblings grew up upstairs New York history books as I can in
in a two-bedroom railroad. He order to regale patrons in the wee
described the long series of grocery hours with tidbits like how the first
stores that would get shut down in subway was propelled down a short
the ’80s when they started selling tube by a fan and other stories that
crack, and the dead body he once had make this city more of an endlessly
to step over to get in the building, layered onion than a big apple. I’ll
which was for sale not long ago for never know a fraction of all there is
a few ten-thousand dollars. Then the to know about this city, but I thrive
bad clothing stores began, and the on the continual challenge of a place
ladies who illegally cut hair in the that never lets you be complacent.
back room, putting the “Style” in the You’re a New Yorker, I think, when
Price & Style. At least they weren’t you choose to be.
referring to the tee-shirts.
I relish these stories, dead bodies and all, and I take pride www.stainbar.com.
in knowing that I too am playing some minor role now
Stain Bar, open daily, is located at 766 Grand Street (L to
in the history. Through this trial-and-error education in
Grand), in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. 718/387-7840.
plastering holes, sheetrocking, plumbing, electrical work,
demolition, perseverance, the kindness of many, and simply Owner Krista Madsen is the author of the novels Degas Must
magic, I have changed a piece of New York, bringing it Have Loved a Dancer, and Four Corners (out in July).
both full circle and somewhere else entirely. My goal has
Exegesis Department
Justify the music
with Dan Penta of Cockroach
I wanna touch you but I can’t even say hello No one really knows what it’s like to be anyone else. I tried to break
I wanna touch you but i can’t even say... through but the walls were nothing but air. I knew this other girl back
You know there, later on. She told me people come and go. She was saying of
course that it was time for her to go. And she was right. Goodbye.
hearthmusic.net
Profiles in AntiFolk
Kirk Kelly, model citizen
by Jonathan Berger
In the beginning, there was Kirk Kelly. Actually, if you picking fruit on Long Island, where he worked “an honest
count - as many of us do - the beginning to be when the Anti- day’s work, for a half a day’s pay” (hear all about it in
Hootenanny started way back in the mid-eighties, then even “Working in the Vineyards”). It got him started playing union
before the beginning, there was Kirk Kelly. Back when some rallies and picket lines. Working as an airline reservationist,
jacked-up punk kids were kicked out of the West Village he became shop’s steward, and has been working in, for and
acoustic clubs for playing too loud or saying ‘fuck’ too around unions ever since.
much or mohawking their hair
or just not sharing their drugs,
Kelly was there. He was
kicked out, too. It’s strange
to imagine Kelly abandoned
by the West Side established
folk scene, considering how
traditional so much of his
material is. After all, Kirk
Kelly is a leftist. Kirk Kelly
sings traditional folk songs:
union songs, celtic songs,
political songs, all that stuff.
Kirk Kelly is an activist, and
he covers Joe Hill in his sets.
Despite his credentials
as a card-carrying folky, he
was ousted by Folk City for
promoting some East Village
show. So, along with fellow
rejects Lach, Roger Manning,
and his then-girlfriend
Cindy Lee Berryhill, Kelly
went East, and discovered
AntiFolk. His vocation and art feed off one another, as evidenced
Kirk Kelly founded the Folk Brothers with Lach – even by May 12th’s Go Time!, an irregular entertainment series
recorded a cassette back in ‘85. If you’re very good and that Kelly hosts. This one was to support the organizing
attentive to the schedule, you can still see them play their campaign for the IWW/Starbuck’s Union. As MC and
annual “rehearsal” at the Sidewalk Café. They don’t play curator for the event, Kelly selected acts he’s known during
often, and they’re sets are shambling, absurdist events, but his over-20 years performing in the City. Zero Boy, John S.
they’re a lot of fun. The two acoustic players obviously Hall and Seth Tobacman were old friends. Cover girl Erin
enjoy each other and the two or three songs that they’ll only Regan and Beau Johnson are newer vintage. Together, they
perform together. all did their part to raise awareness of labor movements and
Kirk Kelly was there at the start, and, it seems, he’ll be help fund the IWW’s effort to unionize Starbuck’s.
there at the end. Of all the original AntiFolksters, Kelly During Kelly’s own set, he revised an old Joe Hill song,
is alone in his continued presence within the community. “Rebel Girl,” as a rollicking sing-along, performed the
Lach, of course, does the same, but he’s in charge of a club, traditional “What Do you Do with a Drunken Sailor” with
and, in essence, a scene. As a member of the scene, only new lyrics about Fighting Wobblies, and sang his own usual
Kirk remains. Only Kirk abides. set-closer, “We Won the War,” written about the original
Perhaps it’s Kirk Kelly’s relationship with communities Gulf War, but obviously, just as resonant today.
that keeps him involved. His professional life is, after all, Kelly has been called “The Billy Bragg of NYC,” and
informed by his folk-singing history. He’s a unionizer. there’s much truth to that. Just like Bragg, Kelly has the
It started organically. He’d spent time as a day laborer, same first and last initial. Just like Bragg, he has five letters
in his last name. Just like Bragg, he does not record as often
as he should. And just like Bragg, Kelly mixes “pop and
politics” on a regular basis. Just like Bragg, of course, he
runs the risk of being heard as too much of a firebrand, and
not enough of a troubadour. In both cases, the love songs
resonate more strongly than the political. There is probably
nothing more powerful in his set that “Shenagh Says,”
recording a breakup. Kelly’s more recent “New City,” about
the changes in a regentrified New York, is also great, as are
innumerable others. His pop hits are best though, just like
Bragg.
Back in the day, Kirk Kelly was one of the first AntiFolk
artists to expand beyond the East Village. His first album
was on punk record label SST in 1988. Entitled Go Man Go,
it did about as well as you’d expect an acoustic record to do
on a punk label. His next album, 1997’s New City (after than
song mentioned above) came out on Kelly’s own Mugsy
Records, as will future releases (based on the math of his
recording history, we should expect something new late next
year).
Kelly explains his reasons for independence: “I realized
then I had to do it myself. The entertainment industry is give voice to that identity. America’s popular culture must
organized the same way that the old robber barons organized tell the real story of its people and reflect its true identity.
the railroads.” This is the mission of MUGSY Records.
Mugsy Records has other artists, including Kelly’s other Kirk Kelly has got lots of gigs. Between rallies, solo
project, Paddy on the Railway, which features the Violent shows, Paddy on the Railway, and occasional Go Time!
Femmes’ Brian Ritchie. The other bands, presumably adhere Events, he’s always in gear. And his albums are available
to Kelly’s ethos: In order for us to become who we want to over at Mugsy Records. There’s no reason not to check out
be we must know who we are and no political revolution can this Architect of AntiFolk.
endure without cultural revolution. America belongs to those
who build it, fix it, run it, clean it, protect it, feed it, care for
it and educate it. In the work we do we forge a common mugsyrecords.com
identity and it is the work of its most progressive artists to
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Cecilia made but decent, some are live, and a couple sound like they
This came off a four track tape recorder. Even still this album is
usually flat out fun, rarely taking itself more seriously than
The family Veltz (parents, two sisters, one brother), necessary.
have been performing under the name Cecilia for six years creakyboards.com
now. They’ve been shopping This for close to a year. It’s a
well-produced release, featuring the harmonies of Allison, Tracy Aspden Gibbons
Jeannie, and Laura Veltz. Most of the songs are written by Made Red
the daughters and father Ken, who’s the drummer for the
group. The best material features Laura’s lead vocals and This album is a commercial sounding radio ready piece
songwriting. The best cuts on the album are “SNL,” about that feels like it came straight out of Nashville. I think Tracy
a crush on Jimmy Fallon, “Be Mine,” pretty much a come- is a good songwriter, but it is a little hard to hear from behind
on, and “Hey,” a boppy number that often closes their sets, the production what is her and what is the producer. She has
about watching the stories passing on city streets. These are a strong well-trained voice that she uses for good variety
accomplished players. Under the governance of Ken Veltz, from sweet and inviting to strong and confident on songs
the songs are strong, though sometimes a little slick. They that explore mostly herself and relationships, although I
sound good, on record, but some of the obvious charm appreciate the songs that take a critical aim at religion which
of hearing the family interact is missing from the album. makes a bit of sense as she hails originally from Utah. It
I mean, more people watched the Partridge Family than has a southern Americana feel, albeit a poppy one, that I
bought their albums, right? think falls somewhere as either pop-country or alt-country,
ceciliatheband.com although I’m not sure I know how to use either of those
labels correctly. The best thing to say about this album is
Creaky Boards that everything on it is done exactly as one would expect
s/t it should be. There is nothing innovative or particularly
interesting done with songs, and instead it has
Creaky Boards have a sound as been made to sound exactly professional and
much throwback as it is modern correct.
and hip, possibly slightly ironic, cdbaby.com/cd/tagibbons
although there’s no way to tell for
sure. Listening to their full length Amy Hills
I’m most reminded of the lighter Heroine
side of the Beatles or Beach Boys
in their later artsy days. Piano and Songwriting is a lot about choices. In
guitar blend with occasional horns a world of similar subjects, stories, and
and harmonica to bring you songs messages, the writer can give these things to
that range from feel good to angry the audience however they choose, and in turn
to sentimental with strained vocals, give the listener any of a number of different
crooning, shouting and everything experiences. For so many writers it is enough
in between backed up by frequent to look out on a harsh lonely world and simply
doo wop and call back gang vocals lament. This is why Amy is so refreshing.
for good measure. All in all, a Without whitewashing or glossing anything
good time. I don’t think their style over she gives us an optimism and hope in what
comes across as well on the more she sings. She shows us an often lonely and
serious ballady songs, but this isn’t heartbreaking world and than tells us that while
all that frequent a problem on the Amy Hills all that is true, this doesn’t have to be the whole
album. The recording itself can be truth. The opening track, “Baby,” is a perfect
iffy, most of the tracks sound home example of this as she sings to a child “What
if you become just like your mother/ second cd, all self produced at no
what if you become just like your small cost to Lesley. The videos and
father/ what if you become more the packaging reflect this, looking
than anyone could ever hope for?” pretty slick and impressive. The songs
Always digging a little further and are fairly simple, based mostly on
deeper, her lyrics are full of wisdom traditional folk melodies sung with a
and insights like in “Aaron’s song,” quirky voice and strummed happily
when she sings, “What happens to on a nylon string guitar with the
babies born in November? it gets occasional accompaniment of lead
cold before it gets warm and that’s guitar, harmonica, or kazoo. Most of
what we remember.” In her presence them clock in at less than 2 and a half
and clear strong voice we get the minutes with the exception of Buttery
feeling of someone wise beyond her Jingle, which starts off haunting and
years, unafraid to sing intimately a bit more complex before building
about friends and lovers and not back into her characteristic fun and
too proud to give us bits of what easy going sound that makes up the
she’s learned along the way. Her rest of the album. The lyrics are cute
sound reminds me of old folk giants and can be funny with personal stories
like Joan Baez in her strong vocal and anecdotes about life, farms, and
presence and crafted acoustic songs, people’s foibles, reminding me a bit of
but she does it in a way all her own Jill Sobule. With titles like “The Shower
that feels outside any one scene or Song,” “The Farmer John Song,” and
genre. The recording is good and “Sittin’ On The Can,” she seems very
clean, just her voice and the guitar, comfortable letting the music come
and I could see room for something
Lesley Littlefield across simple and cute. The recording
more on the arrangement, but with is good, although not as good as the
songs like these I would much packaging. Given the simplicity of the
rather see them stripped down than risk losing them in over songs and the recording, it does strike me as odd that she put
production that wasn’t done exactly right. With melodies so much effort into the videos and packaging. I find myself
that take the listener out and away before coming back wondering if some of that energy might be better served
home, the sound is pleasant and enjoyable and this album going towards the songwriting and arrangements. It’s a long
sits like a good friend on the shelf ready to give enjoyment album at 22 tracks and I find it hard to listen to the whole
and perspective whenever needed. thing straight through seeing as the sound doesn’t vary all
amyhills.com that much between songs, but each song does contain its
own story worth hearing and the overall feeling is good
Keygrip and catchy. Taken in smaller doses this can make for a fun
the unaimed arrow never misses listen.
lesleylittlefield.com
Having only seen frontman Mike Dillala play acoustic,
I was pleasantly surprised to hear the powerful full electric Pantsuit
sound of this album. Catchy, at times heavy, yet not averse The path from the house to the lawn
to the occasional pretty breakdown, this is a good solid rock
album. I’m reminded of Soul Asylum by the way they’ve Wow. I like the Pantsuit CD. I didn’t think I’d like it this
taken songs that work acoustically, and turned them into much. Nan Turner, lead voice and mastermind of the group,
something harder. The harmonies are good and the sound is often sounds precious when she’s not in a collaborative
full and well produced, helping these songs to get stuck in setting. Starting in the all-girl Bionic Finger, then playing
your head and drive you. Punk/grunge influenced and more in the dynamic duo Schwervon, Turner always sounds best
honest than any of the manufactured corporate radio rock to when she has active partners to share the creative burden.
come out in recent years, I recommend this album to anyone This made me anxious when anticipating her band’s debut
like me out there in need of some good catchy hard hitting release, since she’d be calling all the shots. But either I’m
rock. wrong about her needing strong collaborators, or she has
keygriponline.com them here, in Christine Murray (also of the lamented Bionic
Finger) and Tina Harris (who’s been around – if you know
Lesley Littlefield what I mean). Because the ten songs on Pantsuit’s first
little songs album sound great. It was recorded at Olive Juice Studios,
with Major Matt Mason manning the boards, which means
This is a two disc set including music videos on the good, low-fi production choices were made. But it doesn’t
sound messy. It doesn’t sound precious (well, xylophone- some songs that I think are in his native Japanese which
style keyboards on Work Song 2 do). It sounds good. There work quite well. It is always refreshing to hear someone
are two songs called “Alaska” and “Texas,” each about sing in their native language. His voice by itself is thick
the largest states in the nation, each about a different kind and carries a heavy vibrato, and when coupled with the
of isolation. The second was co-written by Murray, back equally thick tone of his guitar and the muddy quality to the
in the Bionic Finger days. Murray also wrote the Pantsuit recording it isn’t always the easiest album to listen to. The
theme that closes that album, which suggests, really, that I songs themselves though are solid, and they show a man
was right all along, and that Turner works best with good with some talent hiding behind the sound.
collaborators. And they’re cute, too! setsuomusic.com
olivejuicemusic.com
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Pilotbox ...to self
s/t &
Messin With Records
Somewhere between Jack Johnson and Coheed &
Cambria we get the fun eclectic pop of Pilotbox. Songwriter Getting both of these ep’s, I was naturally most looking
Michael Schulman has an intriguing voice that I would have forward to the acoustic one. My mistake. Messin With
thought had to be digitally enhanced if Records sounds like a home practice
I hadn’t heard him sing live. High and recording, useful only to the artist as
pure it works with the complexity of a demo to prepare for making the real
his chordings and melodies as well thing. Paul Aves’ voice is nasally and
as his impressive guitar playing. harsh, and the songs are abrassive and
The bass and guitar backing up equally harsh, making for a sound that
Michael fill out the sound of the clean does not work well with just the voice
recording, enhancing the complexity and guitar. It sounds at times like
with interesting arrangements and acoustic metal, which is an idea I’ve
voicings. The music is quite poppy, always found intriguing but have yet
but smart in a way that shows to hear pulled off well. The highlight
an understanding of jazz theory was the second track “dance tango”
and classic pop writers like Burt which showed some impressive
Bacharach. The lyrics are abstract Spanish sounding guitar work that
and off beat and when added to the made good use of the acoustic.
full sound it gives the brain a bit of a ...to self makes more sense. Snotty
tickle. The band is at their best when garage indy rock, it better explains
upbeat, and I find my finger heading for the skip button on what Paul is going for. Slightly heavy, Alice in Chains
the really slow tracks which don’t carry the same interest or influenced, it can be jarring but this works in the electric
energy as the others, but this is more than made up for by context. His voice too sounds much more appropriate in
songs like “Spinning Like Caffeine” that sounds just like this setting. The first song “kings & queens” is the best and
the name suggests or “Acrobat” which couples a steady beat starts it off exciting with an interesting progressive sound
with a bouncing off rhythm guitar part that is one of the best and a good hard beat mixed in with some nice acoustic
showcases of Michael’s skills as a composer and guitarist. layering. Unfortunately the rest of the songs don’t follow
Really it is a strange and intriguing sound at first that may this strong lead, and by the third track we find ourselves
take a few listens to fully sink in, but once under your skin it bogged down in a slow and winy drawn out ordeal. Overall
becomes an undeniable urge that leaves you helpless to keep ..to self shows some promise and good ideas that need to
from putting on this ep over and over. be thought out and refined a little before they’re ready for
cdbaby.com/pilotbox general consumption.
messinwithrecords.com
Setsuo
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Setsuo is not a bad songwriter by any means. His songs
take us back with an early sixties vibe, reminiscent of John Send all cd’s to Urban Folk at 306 Jefferson
Lennon and beach songs, with a little bit of lounge or island St Brooklyn, NY 11237. If you would like your
sound thrown in. The best part of the album, and the thing materials returned, include enough stamps for
that keeps us most engaged, is the lush harmonies and back postage with your submission.
up vocals that fill out the sound and add to the nostalgic
feeling. His lyrics are sentimental, mostly love songs, and