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On the Cover - hamell on trial (photo by lippe)
Letters to the Editor – tellin’ it like it is
Hamell on Trial – jonathan berger explores the legend
Myspace Song Picks - dan costello bring us into the 21st century
Curtis Eller– dave cuomo finds a method to his madness
Brook Pridemore – andrew hoepfner bears witness to the birth of a masterpiece
Erin Regan – paul alexander puts a story to the pictures
Ching Chong Song – dan costello introduces us to anitfolk’s newest insanity
Exegesis Department – pastorman benjamin squires finds god in hamell’s song
Folk You! – dave cuomo tells of leaving and lost friends
Subway Stories – introducing gonazalo silva Be an Urban Folk friend!
Rock the House - darren deicide tells us how it’s done myspace.com/urbanfolkzine
Alec Wonderful – reviewing the works of juanburgesa and the undisputed heavyweights
On Trial Travels – ricki c. goes on the road with hamell on trial
Get in the Minivan - brook pridemore finds the redundancy that is the joy of recording
Paul’s Perspective – paul alexander reconciles himself to the never ending task of recording
Puzzle Contest - deborah t proves herself the mistress of enigmatology
Winner’s Feature - brian mathius! intrerviewed by deborah t
CD Reviews – brook pridemore, the bowmans, tim fite, ian thomas, and more...
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What is up with this ‘Editorial collective?’ Who are these others who want ads, location to drop off copies…
people of which you speak? It only seems to come up around We want your help. We need your support. Bring it on!
the Reviews, and I want to know who panned my demo.
Dear Urban Folk magazine,
Love, How do you spell Bellowsky? Is it Buloski? Or Belousky?
Lithuanian Louise How do you spell Bilowski?
Wearisome in Wichita
Hey LL,
It’s none of your damned business who the Editorial Well, W in W,
Collective is. They listened to your crappy 3-song demo, That’s something of a sore point. We misspelled the great
and, probably, you shouldn’t have two cover songs on a poet Stephen Belowsky’s name when referring to him. Had
songwriter’s demo (although, considering the original, we only checked his website, http://belowsky.com/, then
maybe it should’ve had more). The point of the Editorial we would have known exactly how to spell Belowsky. We
Collective is to share opinions and come up with consensus could also have read more poetry from the guy.
on the releases we hear. The shield of anonymity might seem Oh well.
cowardly to some, but then again, if you don’t like it, write
your own damned reviews. Or don’t submit to Urban Folk. Dear guys at the best magazine ever (who aren’t Jann
Or something… Wenner or George Plimpton),
I can’t help but notice that there are different open mics on
Tuesday night, hosted by different writers at Urban Folk.
Dear Urban Folk fanzine, Why is this? Is it some sick folk music conspiracy? Should I
I couldn’t help but notice, in UF #4 (with the Bowmans on begin wear tin foil hats or purchase bottled water?
the cover), there was, in Dave Cuomo’s article about Pay to
Play scams, some quotes from an Englander named Emily Signed,
Watts. Then, in the next issue (you know, with Beat the Suspicious
Devil on the cover), there was an article by a Londonian
named Emily Wasp. To whom it may concern,
Just how many Brits are polluting the Urban Folk scene? You’re dead to rights. A conspiracy is in the works: a
conspiracy of fun!
Sincerely, Paul Alexander’s been hosting his Creek and the Cave on
Sussin’ it out in Sussex Tuesday nights for close to a year now. He’s opened up Long
Island City as gigging locale for many many musicians. But
Dear SS, now that Dave Cuomo has taken over Jezebel’s music night
You caught us. Emily Watts and Emily Wasp are one and at the Lucky Cat, we have dueling events. Each week, the
the same; both proudly back in the UK and missing the US hosts contact each other at the end of the night and compare
massively. If you can hear us all the way over there, Emily, notes on the number of sign-ups, the number of audience
please know that we miss you, and we want you to return members, the number of drinks sold, and the number of
that package of crisps right away. arrests made. Last week, Paul won.
Oh, and could you send us some fags? Next week? Who knows?
“Miss You More” by 13 Scotland Road. Bill’s impressive “Dairy Milk” by Spinmaster Plantpot. A capella singing
guitar work, and Aaron’s flutes balance each other nicely. – or is it rap? Or noise? What the fuck is this? Well, it’s one
Their lyrics are simple and poetic. of those things you just have to hear. I have quite a bit of
myspace.com/13scotlandroad respect for anyone who gives Chaka Khan a shout out.
myspace.com/ppot
“Edward is Dedward demo” by Emmy The Great. She’s a
UK antifolker, full of sweet sounds and often biting imagery. “Without You” by Milk Kan. These guys just opened for
She actually reminds me of Dave Cuomo, if he was a girl. the Violent Femmes. Some of the lyrics might make more
myspace.com/emmythegreat sense to Brits, but the sentiment is loud and clear.
myspace.com/milkthekan
“Make It Last” by The Bowmans. Their album is coming
soon, but ‘til then you MUST listen to this. Their vocals “Scarecrow” by Erin Regan. (See feature) Why doesn’t
rival the best. No, they are the best. this girl have a record deal yet? Someone’s gonna make you
myspace.com/thebowmans pay for these songs someday, get ‘em now while you can!
myspace.com/erinregan
“Girl Beer” by The Hazzards. Quirky girls, unafraid to
poke fun at themselves or others. Apparently another of their “Don’t Love You Anymore” by Carl Creighton. Repeat
songs was a Euro-Pop hit. You can hear that here, too. all of what I said about Erin (except where the ‘she’s become
myspace.com/thehazzards ‘he’s). The sweetest boy voice you’ve never heard – unless
you have already heard it, in which case you’re probably
“Start Your Engines” by Ching Chong Song. (See feature hooked.
on these guys). But I can’t talk about this duo enough. I’ve myspace.com/carlcreighton
been listening to this track at least once a day for forty two
years, and I swear I’m healthier for it. --compiled by Dan Costello (who, of course, can be heard
myspace.com/chingchongsong at myspace.com/dancostello)
Benjamin Squires,
Please explain Hamell’s song...
Don’t Kill
God called down from the mountain, Was it the ‘Thou’ part that threw you?
God called down from the sky. Thou means you.
He said, “I told you, I told you, I told you. Was it the ‘Shalt Not’ part that confused you?
Don’t Kill, Don’t Kill, Don’t Kill. Shalt Not means DON’T.
Don’t Kill, Don’t Kill, Don’t Kill.
Don’t Kill for lovin’, please don’t kill for hate.
Don’t Kill in My name, There are no divinely sanctioned murders.
Don’t Kill for heaven’s sake. Who’d know better than Me?
Don’t Kill, Don’t Kill, Don’t Kill. I’m God, why don’t you hear Me?
I’ve been saying the same shit for centuries.
Once again you didn’t understand Me, You say it’s Me that you worship.
Or you disobeyed from all I can detect. All you Christians, all you Muslims, all you Jews.
From what I remember I did more than ask you, I’m going to say it one more time, DON’T KILL YOUR
I commanded it, from what I recollect. NEIGHBOR.
Thou Shalt, Thou Shalt Jesus Christ, this shouldn’t be news.
—what part of ‘Thou Shalt’ don’t you understand? Don’t Kill, Don’t Kill, Don’t Kill—I thought I etched this in
stone!”
milkleg.com
more stories at myspace.com/cuomomusic
Subway Stories by Gonzalo Silva
The Meaning
I went into the subway
to perform my songs with
the naïve notion I would
get discovered. Little did I
know I would be doing the
discovering.
I’m a Taurus/Gemini. I
don’t particularly follow
astrology, but according
to what I’ve read, I fit the
profile. I’m supposedly
stubborn and extreme.
This tenacity might
explain why I’ve chosen
and endured the life of
a street-musician. Had I
known in the beginning
what the past ten years
would be like, I might
have gone to law school
instead. Nonetheless, here I am. The Attraction
I once told a guy what I did for a living, and the first When I was 9, I was mesmerized by a juggler performing
thing he said was, “You’re a ‘busker’.” Busker? No, “street- outside Faneuil Hall in Boston. It was not the performance
musician.” The word occasionally popped up, but I simply so much as the crowd he attracted with just a couple of
ignored it. To my ears, it sounded funny. I thought it was bowling pins. At the end of his act, he flipped his fedora and
Old English. Busker. I found myself sometimes uttering the collected dollar after dollar with a certain ease.
word with a Cockney accent. While traveling through Spain with my family at age 11,
Not too long ago, I was browsing the Web when, out of we walked past a man jamming away on an electric guitar
boredom, I decided to look up ‘busker’. Sure enough, several in the middle of a plaza. He seemed oblivious to the world
pages pertaining to the art of street performing appeared. To around him despite the fact he was obnoxiously loud. I was
my surprise, hidden in a random page, I learned that busker transfixed. My parents had to drag me away. That was all I
is derived from the obsolete French word ‘busquer’, which thought about for the rest of the trip.
means to search. One time when I was a teenager visiting relatives in
I’m a searcher? What is a street-musician searching for? Chile, I spotted a guy strumming a flamenco guitar on a park
Spare change? Seemed like an odd word to designate what bench. He was a bohemian, an alternative presence. He was
I thought was a straightforward pursuit. surrounded by friends and pretty girls and didn’t have a care
Looking back, I must concede, I’ve been “searching” in the world. I envied him.
all my life. Whatever compelled me to become a street- It wasn’t until I enrolled into Berklee College of Music that
musician, came from an inherent tendency of jumping the idea of performing on the streets became an obsession.
from one extreme to the other in search of what works At the time, a singer/songwriter by the name of Mary
for me. In all the time I’ve spent stubbornly pursuing my Lou Lord was creating a buzz around town. She was known
passion underground, I have also sampled countless books, for playing outdoors and underground all over Boston
philosophies, disciplines – you name it – in search of my and Cambridge. Donations never ceased to flow into her
identity. guitar case. When I heard a rumor that major record label
By now, with a pretty good idea of who I am, why I’m executives were going into the subway to check her out, it
here, and where I’m going, I feel I have something to say. was clear what I had to do.
Also because we live in uncertain times and my fate as an
artist has yet to be realized, I figured it would be wise to The Messenger
record my soul. Just in case. I play bass. The electric bass, in my opinion, is the most
This is my story. versatile instrument in the world. Unlike the piano, you can
take it anywhere. What other instrument can you play a
single note on, or a single line motif, and truly make people towards my music. For starters, body language.
dance? The most muscular instrument in an ensemble, it I’ll take anything I can get down there. Whether it be a
can pivot in any direction and assert the course of a jam. smile, a wink, a thumbs up, a gesture of silent applause,
It’s half of the rhythm section, but it can also jump forward or even a shrug of the shoulders of those who wish they
and solo. Always supportive, but can it be supported? You had spare change. I’ve had a handful of strangers walk by
can pluck it, pick it, pop it, slap it, strum it, do anything you through the years who’ve given me a pat on the back. I’ve
want to it. If you can’t fully compose on it and accompany been hugged by men and women. One time, a woman paused
yourself with it, someone should tell me before it’s too late. me in the middle of a song and gave me the most thrilling
I love it. kiss on the lips.
Of course there’s no better expression of approval than
The First Time full-on applause. Understandably it takes a bit to go out
My first subterranean performance was on January 4, of one’s way to make noise in this sea of indifference, but
1994, at Park Street station in Boston. The subway system, when someone does, it’s greatly appreciated. It’s usually one
known in Boston as the T, is comprised of four lines: Red, person who sparks a flurry of claps amongst the timid. Once
Blue, Green, and Orange. Park Street, located in the center in a rare while the whole platform joins in chorus of hands,
of town, is where the Red and the Green lines intersect. With and everyone seems happy.
connections to the other two lines, Park Street is always I’ve acquired numerous tokens of appreciation: cards,
teeming with activity much like Times Square in NYC. notes, drawings, poems, photos, and sometimes the most
There are three platforms on the Red line. The center elaborate works of art expressing appreciation for the cause.
platform between the inbound and outbound sides is the I once received a dozen roses inside a beautifully adorned
main stage of the underground scene. This prime real estate, box. The roses were not real, but fashioned from poems she
which is rarely vacant, was where I nervously headed on my wrote. I can’t begin to imagine the work she put into them.
first day. In the beginning, my naïveté did a good job of protecting
I couldn’t bring myself to play there, so I went upstairs me from negativity I would encounter down the road. Had
to the Green line in search of a less conspicuous location. I been aware, I probably would have given up. Fortunately,
I settled on a small bench at the far end of the platform. my blinders gave me a couple of years to get my feet wet
My knees were shaking. I took forever to set up my gear. before reality reared its ugly head.
Eventually I dove in with what I considered to be the best There is the roll of the eyes, the shaking of the head, the
song of the few I had written so far. No reaction. I tried hands on the ears, the sudden retreat to the other end of the
another tune. Nothing. I was about to quit, when a woman platform. The scowls, the cringing, the laughter. Yes, the
in front of me casually tossed a few coins into my case. laughter. There were times I would have rather been spit at
Victory. I played on. I don’t remember how long I stayed, than laughed at. And yes, that has happened too. I’ve been
but I played each song more than once. In the end, I made a given the finger. I’ve been told to shut up. Some have yelled
total of $5. I was elated. I was hooked. “you suck!” My favorite? “don’t give up your day job”. If
In the beginning, what I heard inside my head was not they only knew it was my day job.
necessarily what came out of my mouth. How I survived No one has ever inflicted any significant pain towards
my first years underground, I don’t know. I’m a singer, me, but I have come close to experiencing the wrath of
because I’m a songwriter. My some highly disturbed people;
songs are my children. To keep schizophrenics yelling at the
them from being adopted, I’ve top of their lungs, among
taken it upon myself to sing the others. But just as many
best I can. I’m not a naturally are afraid to express their
gifted singer. Although I could gratitude, many are afraid to
have taken lessons, it is the express their disdain. Those
self discovery of my voice that who speak out, usually do it
fulfills me. It is through the sheer under their breath and won’t
repetition of my songs that I’ve look me in the eye.
acquired any proficiency. The beautiful thing is,
looking back, both extremes
The Good, the Bad and the Lovely have always existed. No matter how hard I try, it has taken
Although I perform to a vast sea of indifference, I’ve had me this long to finally realize I can’t please everybody. With
the pleasure and the pain of experiencing every imaginable that realization comes freedom.
reaction to my music. It goes with the territory. While the
good has outweighed the bad, it only takes one person to more stories at: gonzalosilva.com
dampen the day.
Donations aside, I have been pleasantly surprised by the
many different ways people have expressed their appreciation
Rock the House! by Darren Deicide
“A new year is coming, and this is a sad issue of goodbyes before we start fresh in ’06…in every ending there is a new
beginning as they say…” –Dave Cuomo, Issue #5
Sure, we took a beating at the end of ’05 with the shutting billed,” you think. So you take the first train to the show
down of many great venues and the loss of great acts. But and arrive on time. The crowd is a bit restraint, you notice,
the lamenting is over! Hope you got it out of your system, but you go with the flow anyway. Besides, a bunch of your
everybody, because it’s time to start talking about those friends and family showed up to cheer you on, so this will be
“new beginnings”. a great chance to show off what you’ve been talking about
Now before you roll your eyes, turn the page, and poop out for all these months. You play a blazing set despite the cold
another turd in disgust at the notion of another opinion piece trepidation felt from the audience. “I have CD’s for sale if
(yes, I read Urban Folk while I take a dump too…it’s ok), anyone is interested,” you say as you’d only expect donations
this rant and rave is aimed not solely at the musician. This for your homemade CD-R’s. Still, nobody buys any. The
also goes out to the audience…you the audience that truly other musicians pull off equally great sets, but nothing
appreciates and thrives off folk art…you who don’t settle seems to move the crowd in a meaningful way. “Well, I
for glossy pretentiousness in their music and only settle for guess I should grab my door money and be on my way,” you
raw energy and stripped-down talent…you who are sick and say to yourself. “Next time I’ll get even more people out.
tired of mass production passing for creativity…you who This is only the beginning,” you encourage yourself. You go
think that our mass, corporate culture has gone too far in up to the proprietor to get your cut and he says, “Well, the
its quest for superficiality and thinks we need to return to turnout was a little lower than we expected, so all we got for
simplicity and honesty. You are truly the connoisseurs of you is this $5.” “$5!!” you mentally scream. But you just
culture. turned out at least 20 heads that you are certain came from
How many times has this scenario happened to you? your friends and family. You even recall seeing all of them
One of your favorite roots artists is playing at a New York drinking and eating food from the venue. They didn’t come
City club. “Cool, now I have something to do on Thursday there because they love the food and drinks of the place.
night other than trying to concoct some sort of new recipe They came to see you! Besides, it cost you more than $5
out of these 6 year old noodles and this red pepper that has hopping all the trains to get the gig, not to mention the night
somehow turned brown,” you think. So you take the first that you lost where you could’ve been working that crap
train to the show and arrive on time. The crowd is a bit shift at your wage-slaving job. One hour of minimum wage
restraint, you notice, but you go with flow anyway. You is more than this! You go home wondering if the little bit of
order some beers and quickly pound a couple down in the fun you had outbalanced the amount of money you lost.
hopes that things will loosen up. The first act goes on, and Those who have been to an amazing roots show of any
the crowd watches with a cold trepidation. “I bet I could’ve kind know that what this art form has to offer compared to
made something good out of that rotten pasta and vegetables,” other genres of music is that it creates genuine moments
you think. Damn, you’re hungry. So you order something between a musician and an audience. Most other genres
and shovel that down fast. You’re favorite act goes on and don’t do that. If you go to a dance club, there is barely
puts on a killer performance. The crowd reluctantly clapped any interaction between a DJ and the people on the dance
in some parts and laughed at a few jokes, but the show ends floor. When you go to a hip-hop show, you’re either
with you feeling like it was a mediocre experience at best. concentrating on the MC’s flow or you might be involved
“I have CD’s for sale if anyone is interested,” your fav in a break dance cipher on the floor. When you go to a
musician says. “Cool!” you think to yourself. You’ve been metal show, the deepest you may connect with an artist is
waiting for an opportunity to pick their CD up. You open by throwing the two pronged metal hand sign in the air and
your wallet…broke! “Holy crap! What happened to the banging your head. But a great roots show is a different
$50 I came to the show with?!” And you didn’t even feel kind of atmosphere. A great roots show is made not by the
like it was really worth it. Well, after the door price, food, musician…it really is made by the audience. Without that
drinks, and tips, you figure that you did spend that much connection, a roots show can easily miss its full potential.
money. You go home wondering if the little bit of fun you At a great roots show an audience might be stomping their
had outbalanced the amount of money you lost. feet, clapping their hands, and the musician is fighting to be
Musicians…how many times has this happened to you? heard over their raucous. Sometimes at a great roots show
You just landed a gig at a New York City club and feel like an audience might be quietly and stoicly grabbing on to
an opportunity landed right in your lap. “Right on,” you every word of the artist, as if the artist is saying something
say. “Finally I can get some props for all those times I spent to them that they always knew was true, but never had the
gigging at open mics. I’m finally playing a show where I’m words to express. Coming from a roots-rock musician, let
me tell you non-musician audience members, we know has not: the power of the house show.
when those moments happen. It’s something different in I sincerely believe that the moments that I was describing
the air. It’s almost like you can taste or smell it. And that’s earlier in this article that rarely happen, but are the essence
what I mean by connection. The great roots show is not of roots music, rarely happen because most of the time that
made by the artist to be consumed by the audience. It is a we play clubs, we’re bending over and getting screwed
moment created by everyone in the room. Those moments really good by people who don’t care about this art form.
don’t happen all the time, but when they happen, they really They only care about how they can make their pockets fat by
do show what this music is all about. using musicians who are desperately looking for any outlet
I have experienced those moments quite rarely in your for what they wholeheartedly believe in. And how are we
typical New York City club. But I have experienced those supposed to lighten up, have fun, and connect to this music
moments more often than not at the house show…a cleared when we know this is going on? Everyone is getting the
out living room, a cleared out basement, or a cleared out folked out screw…audience and artist alike. I don’t want
attic with a homemade bar, a packed room, and sometimes to go to a show and drop $50 only to realize that the show
a potluck. The door price is low, and it has all the enmities wasn’t that good. I don’t want to play a show knowing that
of a New York club. There is no need for a PA because the the venue is running out the backdoor with my audience’s
venue is intimate enough where it’s completely unnecessary. good-willed financial support.
We’re talking totally acoustic! Within blues, a whole culture But there is an alternative. We can do what the jukes did
was built around it called the “juke house” or the “juke joint”. and the punks in the basements and garages did. We can
Eventually, riverboat casinos and white entrepreneurs saw connect to the house show network. When I go to a typical
the profitability that the jukes had and seeing its potential house show I can expect a no more than $5 cover, and I
they built their own establishments to grab those audiences. can expect the majority of that money going to the artists.
Eventually, the culture would be co-opted into these new I can also expect booze and food. If there’s none there, I
venues, and the juke would exist as a side note for the more can dip to the corner store and get my own and bring it in.
underground blues musician. The same happened with the I can expect an atmosphere that fosters what roots music
advent of punk. Kids wanted rock music to go back to an needs… a lax sense of community, and a genuine and deep
original feel it had lost. They wanted it to be loud, fast, and connection between the audience and artist, so much so that I
they wanted it to rebel. So they had shows wherever they can expect to be blown away at least once by a performance.
could, but mostly in basements and garages. The same thing And if we do this as a scene, the NYC clubs will take notice
happened again. Entrepreneurs saw what was going on and and will have to pander to our buzz, much in the same way
realized they once again missed the boat. So they signed up it happened with juke joints and the basement punk show. If
all the bands they could and built their own establishments they refuse to be fair about how musician and audience alike
and the basement and garage show was relegated back are treated, then we can create a competitive market that
to being the place where underground bands developed will force them to be fair, because if they aren’t, we will pull
themselves. their support base “rug” right from under their feet.
Fast forward to the year 2006. Once again, there is a “Alright Deicide, so you think the house show is the
stranglehold on dominant culture, and not much seems to be way to go huh?” you may question. “Well, how come you
exciting in mainstream music. Everything is overproduced ain’t doin it yourself, you hypocrite? See, it’s not as easy
and meaningless, and acts are manufactured and molded into as you thought huh?” Actually, it is pretty easy. All you
preset ideas of what a quintessential music idol should be. A really need to do is talk to your neighbors and hand them
young generation feels alienated by all of this. There’s no your phone number, so they call you instead of the police
connection to what concerns them, and they see right through if there’s a problem. Then clear a sizeable room out, make
the charade. So they want to go back to simple musicianship some flyers, and send out some emails. That’s really all it
that speaks of the very real problems and anxieties that we takes. And, I am doing it, smarty pants nay-sayers. Soon, I
face in the world right now. They save money and start will be doing PA-less shows in Jersey City at my house, and
to buy cheap, used and beat up acoustic guitars from pawn I hope to really make it a place where people can enjoy great
shops. On a rare occasion, a kid will revisit their love for roots shows. In fact, this summer, I’m planning on putting
some obscure instrument that their mom forced them to take together the 4th Roots N Rock Whiskey Party but with a
lessons for, like an accordion. They spill their hearts out twist. I think it’s gonna be converted into a summer BBQ.
and sing from the gut. If their voice is gravely or raspy, So cmon! Let’s rock the house.
well, that just adds character. Besides, the point is the heart
not the standardized way of singing that’s being forced upon darrendeicide.com
everyone. What I’m describing is what is a burgeoning myspace.com/darrendeicide
scene that is rooted in a network of house venues. Some
people call it roots-rock. Some call it folk-punk. I’ve even
heard it called “neo-roots” music. Whatever it is, it is folk
music all the way. But this scene has discovered something
that I feel our New York City-based roots music community
Judge, Jury and Executioner Reviews by Alec Wonderful
JUANBURGUESA
Kinesis
I like Jon Berger. He’s a nice enough kid; servile,
obsequious, smart enough not to argue with me; I respect
that in a journalist. I even like his poetry – sometimes.
He’s clever, and occasionally funny (of course, that
doesn’t mean his words bear up to repeat listening. I
mean, once you’ve heard the joke, what more is there
to get?). I’ll occasionally go out – in disguise, of course
– to see his gigs (he calls what he does stand-up poetry,
or ADD art, or performance poetry), and I have a good
enough time. I consider it a mitzvah to do good for others,
to be supportive in this community that I virtually created.
Sometimes, I even learn something. alec wonderful; self portrait
In fact, I learned something listening to his debut
worth. Who knows when Berger could again earn that 37
recording with his band, JUANBURGUESA, called Kinesis.
cents?), he keeps going on for measure after measure, while
I learned that just because someone’s a poet doesn’t make
the band struggles to find the end of his spiel, so they can
him a lyricist – even if he rhymes.
transition into the chorus. And it doesn’t even seem like the
Jonathan Berger’s style is a breathless rant, full of sound
lyrics of verse one connects to verse two. I mean, they’re all
and fury, signifying loneliness. It’s energetic, and somewhat
about love gone wrong, and the use of technology to rectify
spastic, and comes out in tiny spurts, as if he needs to get
the situation, but is that a narrative? None that I can see.
all the related thoughts out before catching breath. It is not,
About half the tracks suffer from that level of disconnection.
to say the least, rhythmic. The band is. JUANBURGUESA,
They’re words from the writer’s short-attention span canon
made up of all former AntiFolk regulars Andrew Heller
that have been sewn together to create song-length works of
(from the Heller Theory), Sanjay Kaul (from Lunchin’), and
art, but the stitches are completely visible to any and all.
Aashish Pathak (from the Heller Theory, Lunchin’, and Size),
The stronger tracks are those that maintain a singular
are a pretty tight group, both live and in the studio – where
identity, like “Wendy” and “Yes,” coincidentally, the only
it’s much easier to pull off cohesion. Here, on Kinesis, they
two tracks that maintain any rhyme scheme whatsoever.
walk the line between rock and funk, creating a style that
Two other tracks are worthy of note. One is the
could perhaps be called frounk, but, in the final analysis,
aforementioned “Gingerbread Man,” which is the only song
probably shouldn’t. They create good music you can tap
on the album that is sentimental, and entirely devoid of what
your toes to and perhaps want to steal (too late, though; I
Berger might claim was “humor.” Also recommended is the
already did). They sound good, and make stylistic jaunts
snaky and insidious “Preteen Girls,” which somehow evades
into coffee house jazz
admitting anything that is blatantly illegal, but it still just
(on “Go Man Go”),
wrong. There is an excellent marriage of lyrics to music on
50’s-style ballads
that one, even if it sounds vaguely familiar. But then again,
(“Tina’s Song”), and
I have heard most everything under the sun. After all, I am
atmospheric folk
a genius.
(“Gingerbread Man”).
But maybe that’s the problem. Could I be reviewing
More often, they
this record by the wrong standards? I mean, this is only
adhere to the party line
the debut release of this poor young kid, and here I am,
of party pop, creating
judging it by the Wonderful Yardstick. I wonder why
music to groove to,
people would bother with anything less than my art, but
and what is placed
they still buy records by Eminem, the Stones, and Mozart,
powerfully above it?
so there’s no accounting for taste. Who knows? Maybe
The whining white-boy
I’m just out of touch, and this kind of thing is the voice of
arrhythmia of a Mister
a new generation, the art that everyone in the world will
Jonathan Berger, who
unaccountably love.
keeps talking and talking, no matter where the beat is.
No, it’s just crap.
I swear, on the Primus-influenced “Modern Technology”
(I say ‘influenced,’ but I just hope that Les Claypool never
jonberger.com/weblog
hears the track, else he sues JUANBURGUESA for all they’re
Undisputed Heavyweights: greatness. But it’s all a ridiculous sham, isn’t it? The biggest
Past, Present, Future, Domination room they’ve played so far is Southpaw, which, no mistake
I just don’t get it. The Undisputed Heavyweights, made is a larger, more prestigious room than the upstairs’ space at
up of Wes Verhoeve, Jeff Jacobson, and Casey Shea, have Pianos or the Sidewalk Café, where they debuted over a year
this whole gimmick about being the greatest thing in the ago. But superstars? Come on. There’s an interview on their
world. Their website is betterthanelvis.com (Bigger than website with Eric Clapton, about his former involvement
Elvis would make more sense; even at his peanut butter with the band. It’s fake; I checked. I asked Clapton while
and banana biggest, Elvis didn’t weigh as much as the verifying quotes on my memoir piece in Urban Folk’s last
three guys in the group combined). They write lounge- issue. He has no idea who they are.
inflected acoustic pop material, some of which come from So who are they to have such pretensions of greatness?
their individual songwriting careers, and some from their What kind of sick little minds would go to such effort to give
collaborative efforts. their ego such reign over their promotion?
It’s fine enough, though really, their charm is strongest It’s sad, really, Sad, and delusional. They’re songs
in performance, where Casey Shea aren’t bad, though. “Roll Your
plays rockstar while the whole outfit Windows Down”? Good tune.
(occasional adding a rhythm section Nice harmony. I could have
to the mix) suits up to perform written it.
sophisticated pop. Coming up this year, there
But the name, the website, their should be more than this two-
entire shtick is about how great and song thing with some interview
famous and superior they are. I don’t at the end. Maybe by then,
get what they hope to accomplish they’ll give up all this ridiculous
with that. I mean, sure, it’s fun to behavior, and just play the damn
play a room the size of Rockwood songs.
and scream out, “Hello, New
York!” Maybe there’s even some undisputed heavyweights betterthanelvis.com
psychological benefit for the fans to
think that they’re in the presence of
On Trial Travels by Ricki C.
Ricki C., is a singer-songwriter from Columbus, OH who goes on the road with Ed Hamell, and sometimes writes about it.
August 2001
Chicago, Illinois
Ed plays Schuba’s. The show goes ballistic, as
it so often does at Schuba’s. Great sound, a clued-
in crowd, all the stars align, it’s a killer night.
After merch I’m packing gear and the crowd
of well-wishers that always forms post-show
boils down to one 20-something kid.
He wants to help pack gear, which I always
hate because I don’t want amateurs fucking with
the equipment. I’m sorry to come off like Mr.
Pro Roadie here, but the guitars and amps are
precious to me and you wouldn’t let Hitler baby-
sit your kids, would you?
Anyway, the kid hits us up for a ride when
we’re leaving. He says his friends took off without
him since he stayed to talk to us, intimating that
it’s somehow our fault he’s stranded. I point
out the El is still running, but of course he’s
broke. We’re tired, we’ve gotta drive all the way
back to Columbus, then do a radio interview in
Cincinnati the next morning, the kid lives in the
opposite direction, but Ed’s a sucker for a sob
story, so off we go.
We tell him before we leave that we don’t
know Chicago; that we’re dropping him at the
bottom of his freeway exit, then getting right
back on, that we are not taking him to his door
and he agrees.
Of course the drive he claims will take 10
minutes is more like 40. I’m fuming, Ed’s even
a little pissed. The kid lives closer to Wisconsin
Get in the Minivan by Brook Pridemore
This month I traveled to Mountainside Studios, in Mt. Pocono, PA, to begin/complete
work on my The Reflecting Skin, my “difficult” third album of original songs for Crafty
Records.
This is not traveling in the sense I’m used to. Stuffing a DVDs and Playstation.
bunch of crap in an overnight bag, driving all over creation When I was there in 2004
in a cramped minivan, night after night dropping into to record First Name/
progressively crazier bars, houses and used cardboard box Last Name, Rich even
stores: I can do this. Endless cans of gross, generic beer, left us a porno DVD,
days on end without a shower or kitchen, broken strings, but I don’t think anyone
bleeding fingers, catching a random throat oyster in my got use out of it. Time
mouth while I’m singing: all worth the effort in order to passes in a weird way at
meet a few new kids who get what I’m doing. Holed up Mountainside. On one
in this Fortress of Solitude, day after day, banging out the hand, there’s the waiting,
same chords, words and melodies over and over again until the sitting, the breaks
everything is note/letter perfect? Not what I’m used to. for lunch, the watching
First of all, there’s the waiting. Rich Rescigno, owner, TV, the same bed night
proprietor and sole staff member of Mountainside likes to after night, all the things
do rough mixes between takes, in order to get a clear sound I’m not used to. On the
of what the final recording will sound like. While this is a other hand, there’s all
helpful rubric, it also adds up to a lot of sitting there, playing this endless stimuli, a
air guitar and going, “Can I sing now? How about now? new decision to make
Now?” every few minutes. Time
I moved to New York to play music, but there’s another flies while you’re sitting
reason: Subconsciously, I never felt comfortable growing up around doing nothing.
in the turtle-paced Midwest, where leisure time is paramount My friends the Ghost Mice came all the way from
to all other aspects of life. Like an ADD kid with a sugar Bloomington, IN for the last day of recording. Chris and
buzz, I have to always be going and doing about a hundred Hannah have been making music for over ten years in one
things at once. This is very conducive to touring in a van, band or another, but neither of them had ever been in a
where you’re pretty much always sitting, but somehow “fancy” studio. I got a huge kick out of getting one of my
always moving. At the studio, it seemed like we’d barely favorite bands to come be on my album, and I think they got
get one vocal done before somebody’d be calling for a a huge kick out of playing on the session.
lunch break. By about the third day there, the local Chinese One of the last nights of recording, I came up from
delivery lady knew my order by heart, but still seemed the basement studio to find Dan Costello, Steve Seck and
befuddled by all of my specifications. (Doesn’t everybody Andrew Hoepfner singing a ramshackle sea shanty they’d
order General Tso’s Tofu in Mt. Pocono?) apparently made up out of thin air. The song caught Rich’s
Steve Seck spent the first weekend with me, laying down ear, and he suggested we put it all together and make a lo-fi
his accordion parts over my unaccompanied voice and recording. Using David LK Murphy’s laptop, Dan, Steve,
guitar (this is another slap to my face: studio albums are Andrew, David, Dan Treiber and I belted out a verse each
typically recorded one instrument at a time). Overnight, we of blue/inane pirate humor. Arguably some of the most
each became obsessed with Larry the Cable Guy and old pointless music ever set to tape, this is probably my favorite
episodes of Mystery Science Theater 3000, debating who snapshot moment of the experience: A bunch of kids making
was the better host, what was the best episode, etc. Steve their own fun to break the tedium.
told me that the last time he visited our native Detroit, he I am very happy with the outcome of the Reflecting Skin
couldn’t seem to get away from people in t-shirts bearing sessions, and, although it doesn’t make for very exciting
Larry’s signature phrase, “Get ‘er Done!” This revelation storytelling, I’m thankful I got to be there.
made me realize that I’d left Detroit almost ten years ago.
I’d think time would pass slowly in such an isolated brookpridemore.com
situation. I had the place to myself (or with whoever was
there for the night) after Rich went home, but he keeps his
studio stocked with entertainment: Digital cable, plenty of
Paul’s Perspective
the never ending story
by Paul Alexander
The first question most people ask me these days is money on production, a substantial day job, in order to do my
“Where the f#@k is the album!?!” A fair enough question, mastering with Benjy’s good friend, the Grammy-winning
as I have indeed been working on said “masterpiece” for mastering engineer Scott Hull, pay a graphic designer, get
what is going on a full calendar year, and talking about it some new photos taken, and then pressing copies of the final
for even longer. So, after selecting songs, writing new ones, product, I am left in dire need of more capital, more bread,
bickering incessantly with my producer, recording backing more currency, more money — you get the idea?
tracks, hiring musicians, re-recording backing tracks, So, if you want to make a donation to support the cause,
accepting that my producer does know best, singing lead feel free to contact me through my website. Otherwise, just
vocals, taking voice lessons with Don Lawrence (expensive check out a show – one of these days, it’ll be my album
– but worth it!), and re-recording lead vocals, I have still yet release party.
to complete my album. That’s right. As of this moment in It’s not that I’ve hated all of the time I’ve spent working
time I have finished all the “tracking:” Tambourine parts and reworking and reworking my album; I’ve actually had a
1-4 have been laid down, the kazoo solo in track 6 has really good time. Spending so many hours with my producer
been ironed out, and all of my hidden messages have been has proven invaluable, as Benjy King has become more a
imbedded into the songs, and yet, there’s more to do! How friend and mentor than a producer. I suppose the biggest
can that be, you ask? There’s no good excuse, but there are reason I haven’t finished this endeavor is because I try to
some real reasons it’s taken me so long. live by the sentiment that once Miles Davis expressed: “The
First off, had I paid for this album by the hour, not only joy is in the pursuing, not in the attaining.” Yet, as my now-
would I never have been able to afford the amount of time mentor Benjy has taught me well, as selfish an undertaking
I’ve spent in the studio, but I probably would have been as creating an album can be (and a “solo album” at that!),
finished with the entire project in a matter of a month or albums are made for the listener even more so than for artist.
so — which, in hindsight, seems like a better option. That So, I guess what I’m trying to say is, thanks for continuing
said, since I paid my producer one flat rate for whatever to ask me about how the f#@king album is going… it’s been
amount of time it takes to complete the album, I have been so long I’m glad you still care.
both blessed and cursed with the privilege of placing my And despite the fact that this album has taken me “once
project on a Chris Martin-esque schedule. From second- around the sun” and provided all of you Urban Folk readers
guessing certain performances to questioning my choice and “Crowin’ at the Creek” regulars what seems like a never
of songs, producer, and musical contributors at times, and ending story, I promise to do my best to find a way to enjoy
basically allowing perfectionism coupled with the fact that releasing this album as much as I have had making it, and
our perspective inevitably changes with the passing of time, get it to all of you as soon as possible.
I have wasted entirely too much time and effort making
changes to an album I would only later go back to change palexandermusic.com
again. I have been to accept my tracks as they are, failing
to recognize that they will serve as a “snap shot” in time
if I just let them be.
Besides that, I have also been so wrapped up in the
music that I have let other details surrounding the creation
of an actual album slip by me. It’s not that from the
beginning I didn’t give endless hours of thought to the
fact that album art has often defined some of my favorite
albums, it’s just that, for all my sketches and brainstorms
and conversations with artists and graphic designers, no
design has yet felt like it “fit.” So, because of the same
perfectionism that has left me undecided between such
titles as Once Around the Sun, Call it Good, Who I am,
and Still Life, even after my album has been mastered
and is ready to be pressed, I’ve still got innumerable
decisions to make before it can be released.
Finally – and this my last excuse now – despite saving
Puzzle Contest with puzzle editor Deborah T.
Clues
1. The Cover-Ed L E P S Y T I N U M M O C Y M
2. Anti-conventionalist, wanderer -Or- Slacker?
3. It’s Free for You and Me! H A D E K S B O H E M I A N A
4. Shared Environment S U I I R F E S U A L P P A S
5. Anxiety About the World or About Personal
Freedom (Common Theme in # 22)
I R A R T S T K C H O R U S T
6. Non-commercial Publication S B G O T O P R I D E M O R E
7. Performers Frequent Them E A P T R N R E N M A U C H R
8. End of Set Sound… Hopefully
9. Refrain G N O S G N O H C G N I H C P
10. (Staff Writer) Paul Always Seems to Have One E F E Y O S E L F T V E V K I
11. Lyric Poet, in Medieval Times; #1 May Be a
Contemporary Example
X O T A R M U U L V I J P C E
12. This is the Sixth One E L R W Z I N E S E J V F O C
13. The work of Jon Berger or Belowsky (or Belowski, L K Y B T S G N A S M D E R E
or Bellowsky, or…)
14. Justifiable Self-Respect, No Less! (A Last Name T R O U B A D O U R I A Q K S
in AntiFolk) F J E S A E L E R D C N H N R
15. Crowning Achievement
16. Sibling Taunt: “I’m Not ____” -Or- One CD
C O N T R I B U T I O N S U E
Review-ee U O Y G N I H C U O T Z W P V
17. # 9’s Counterpart
18. Ineffably Delightful Musical Duo (Hopefully You “Saw” The Feature)
19. Debut of a Recording, Often Accompanied by a Party
20. A Glimpse Behind the Lyrics
21. Our Transit Tales Feature
22. Music Genre: Originally, Antiestablishment; Typically, Frank and Abrasive
23. What We Want From You… In the Form of:
A. Your Money. Buy Ads!
B. Your Time. Write Something!
C. Your Love. Keep Reading!
24. Now, If You Think You’re Right, Send Your Solution to Deborah T, the Puzzle ____.
Tips:
1. Read Urban Folk! Seriously. -No, seriously …I mean it.
2. Take a few stabs at the clues, and THEN try to find those words. –Mental stabs!
3. Make sure you find the ENTIRE answer in the puzzle. -Check for plurals too.
4. Clues can be found backwards and diagonal. -In addition to the “baby” way.
5. Work in pencil. -Or carefully with a highlighter… ‘cause it’s prettier!
6. Work with your friends or your band. -We can always have a group thing...
7. Be a winner! -Or, if that’s not possible, just solve the puzzle correctly & get interviewed in Issue # 7.
the rules:
be the first person to email or snail mail (submissions handed to us in person will not be accepted) the
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the prize:
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Out with the Bad Habits... In with Brian Mathius
It’s a mild January evening. I meet Brian Mathias at Odessa Restaurant on Avenue A. He orders the pierogies. I get
tea. There is the rumble of thickly-accented conversations on all sides. There is the cash register zinging behind us. There
is the server coming over to check on us every 10 minutes …every time, it seems, that Brian is mid-answer. One time, she
comes to ask if he would like more pierogies, and he thinks she’s asking him if he’d like cocaine… It must be the noise.
Brian is calmly smiling in the corners of his mouth. He’s soft-spoken. He rambles like ivy when you get him started. He
tears napkins into teeny, tiny pieces. We get started.