Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
WINO!
On Nov. 4, Temporary Residence is releasing a double-CD from Wino, which broke up way the hell back in 1999. The two-hour, 36-song set, A Bottle of Pills With a Bullet Chaser, compiles the band's entire recorded history, and was thought to be lost in a fire at drummer Richard Vier's house.
Here's the track listing:
Disc 1:
Dutch Oven
Red Wings
Yam Hand
Dogs
Inspiration
Desperation
One-Eyed Willie
Glass Blower
A Minute Fifty-One
Burn Down The Brick Factory
*****
Attack Utopia
Eon
Fast Freddie
Make-Out Party
Disc 2:
Mountain River
Heaven
Winner Takes Nothing
Mensural
Johnny Deeper
Guns
What The Paper Said
Downtown
Truth Cigar
Spiked Heels And Leather
Blue Tree
Best Freind
Red Eye
Edward
Finish Line
Saturday
Searchin'
In The Light
Best Friend
Dead Bird Fight
My House
Here's the track listing:
Disc 1:
Dutch Oven
Red Wings
Yam Hand
Dogs
Inspiration
Desperation
One-Eyed Willie
Glass Blower
A Minute Fifty-One
Burn Down The Brick Factory
*****
Attack Utopia
Eon
Fast Freddie
Make-Out Party
Disc 2:
Mountain River
Heaven
Winner Takes Nothing
Mensural
Johnny Deeper
Guns
What The Paper Said
Downtown
Truth Cigar
Spiked Heels And Leather
Blue Tree
Best Freind
Red Eye
Edward
Finish Line
Saturday
Searchin'
In The Light
Best Friend
Dead Bird Fight
My House
Whitehead & Co.'s new Southside CD
From Ron:
30 tracks
recorded one night all one take no rehearsal
recorded mixed mastered by Kevin Ratterman at his Funeral Home Studio
$20
available earX-tacy records Bardstown Road Louisville Kentucky
and at www.tappingmyownphone.com and www.southsideoutlaws.com
WE ARE THE STORM dedicated to Hunter S. Thompson & The Storm Generation
(note: all texts correct. the plant somehow reversed cd1 and cd2)
Disc 1
1. Joy & Sorrow
2. Home
3. Little Wing/Purple Haze/The Storm Generation Manifesto
4. Song For You
5. 4U (Flaming Hearts)
6. Raymond
7. I Walk These Hills
8. The Old Witch
9. If I Could Start Again
10. Worth Dyin For
11. Poncho and Lefty
12. Angel From Montgomery
13. It's A Shame
14. She Called Me The Storm
Disc 2
1. Joy & Sorrow II
2. Play That Funky Music White Boy
3. Sunshine of Your Love
4. What's Love Got To Do With It
5. Dead Flowers
6. White Rabbit
7. You Ain't Goin Nowhere
8. Blinded By Rainbows
9. All Along The Watchtower/What World We Have Born Ourselves Into
10. Champagne & Reefer
11. Epitaph
12. Punks Ain't Dead
13. My Old Kentucky Home
14. Mr. Bojangles
15. Knockin On Heaven's Door
16. Great Spirit
(c)(p) 2008 Ron Whitehead and SOUTHSIDE
SOUTHSIDE Members:
Scott Mertz (vocals/guitar/harmonica)
Sarah Elizabeth (vocals/guitar)
Andy Cook (percussion/drums/didgeridoo)
Kelly Render Wilkinson (vocals/guitar)
Lightnin' Luke Powers (electric guitar/vocals/harmonica)
Yoruba Kikiloma-Mason (vocals)
LIsa K (vocals/guitar)
Lee Troutman (guitar/vocals)
Tyrone Cotton (guitar/vocals)
Dustin Boeh (electric bass)
April Flynn (fiddle/violin)
Michael Dean Odin Pollock (electric guitar/vocals)
Rebekah Trigg (bellydancer)
Iris (bellydancer)
Rani Newman (vocals)
James Vaughn (cello)
Austin Oilfield (electric bass)
Ron Whitehead (vocals)
Honorary Members: Frank Messina, Joe Pasquale, Colin Shaddick, Olafur Gunnarsson
Filmmaker: Helina Berryman
Photographers: Jen Burks, Helina Berryman
Webmaster: Marcus Maraldo
Attorney: Kyle Anne Citrynell
Physician: Nanine Henderson
Red wine sponsors: Fetzer and Franzia
Tour bus driver: Lisa Sullivan
Graphic artist: Pip Pullen
Graphic designer and bus mechanic: Sarah Elizabeth
Baby on the way: Stone
Official seamstress: Rebekah Trigg
Official tattoo artist: Lisa K (All The Way)
Produced by Ron Whitehead
30 tracks
recorded one night all one take no rehearsal
recorded mixed mastered by Kevin Ratterman at his Funeral Home Studio
$20
available earX-tacy records Bardstown Road Louisville Kentucky
and at www.tappingmyownphone.com and www.southsideoutlaws.com
WE ARE THE STORM dedicated to Hunter S. Thompson & The Storm Generation
(note: all texts correct. the plant somehow reversed cd1 and cd2)
Disc 1
1. Joy & Sorrow
2. Home
3. Little Wing/Purple Haze/The Storm Generation Manifesto
4. Song For You
5. 4U (Flaming Hearts)
6. Raymond
7. I Walk These Hills
8. The Old Witch
9. If I Could Start Again
10. Worth Dyin For
11. Poncho and Lefty
12. Angel From Montgomery
13. It's A Shame
14. She Called Me The Storm
Disc 2
1. Joy & Sorrow II
2. Play That Funky Music White Boy
3. Sunshine of Your Love
4. What's Love Got To Do With It
5. Dead Flowers
6. White Rabbit
7. You Ain't Goin Nowhere
8. Blinded By Rainbows
9. All Along The Watchtower/What World We Have Born Ourselves Into
10. Champagne & Reefer
11. Epitaph
12. Punks Ain't Dead
13. My Old Kentucky Home
14. Mr. Bojangles
15. Knockin On Heaven's Door
16. Great Spirit
(c)(p) 2008 Ron Whitehead and SOUTHSIDE
SOUTHSIDE Members:
Scott Mertz (vocals/guitar/harmonica)
Sarah Elizabeth (vocals/guitar)
Andy Cook (percussion/drums/didgeridoo)
Kelly Render Wilkinson (vocals/guitar)
Lightnin' Luke Powers (electric guitar/vocals/harmonica)
Yoruba Kikiloma-Mason (vocals)
LIsa K (vocals/guitar)
Lee Troutman (guitar/vocals)
Tyrone Cotton (guitar/vocals)
Dustin Boeh (electric bass)
April Flynn (fiddle/violin)
Michael Dean Odin Pollock (electric guitar/vocals)
Rebekah Trigg (bellydancer)
Iris (bellydancer)
Rani Newman (vocals)
James Vaughn (cello)
Austin Oilfield (electric bass)
Ron Whitehead (vocals)
Honorary Members: Frank Messina, Joe Pasquale, Colin Shaddick, Olafur Gunnarsson
Filmmaker: Helina Berryman
Photographers: Jen Burks, Helina Berryman
Webmaster: Marcus Maraldo
Attorney: Kyle Anne Citrynell
Physician: Nanine Henderson
Red wine sponsors: Fetzer and Franzia
Tour bus driver: Lisa Sullivan
Graphic artist: Pip Pullen
Graphic designer and bus mechanic: Sarah Elizabeth
Baby on the way: Stone
Official seamstress: Rebekah Trigg
Official tattoo artist: Lisa K (All The Way)
Produced by Ron Whitehead
Friday, September 26, 2008
Keep Louisville Yarmuth
Thursday Oct. 2
Keep Louisville Yarmuth! lunchtime rally
The Genius File
The Ladybirds
Appearance by Rep. John Yarmuth
11:30 a.m. weather permitting
All events on outdoor patio.
Free; all ages
ear X-tacy
1534 Bardstown Road
Keep Louisville Yarmuth! lunchtime rally
The Genius File
The Ladybirds
Appearance by Rep. John Yarmuth
11:30 a.m. weather permitting
All events on outdoor patio.
Free; all ages
ear X-tacy
1534 Bardstown Road
Tour Diary: Paradigm
Days 5, 6 and 7: Crested Butte & Telluride
Crested Butte is a little town modeled directly in the style of those old spaghetti western towns with the swinging saloon doors. Prairies surround the town, of which has one main commercial road and a bunch of houses off to the side; in other words, out of the way of tourists and their cameras. To the northeast of the main strip is a gigantic mountain, a 'butte', which has a crest in it somewhere, hence the town is aptly named. The saloon-looking buildings along the main strip are all clothing stores and souvenir shops, which is boring enough, but they are prohibitively expensive to boot. Your parents might shop in these shops for the sake of novelty, but unless you like the idea of spending a couple grand to look like the narrator from "The Big Lebowski," you probably would not be interested.
Anyway, the people are a great, close knit group of people, who gave us free drinks and forgot to mention that when you are 7,000 feet above sea level, you don't need as much alcohol to get you drunk. I had a beer and a half, and the room was spinning. It amazed me how bars in this town stay in business.
After Crested Butte, we had a night in Telluride, Colo. Telluride is a town of around 2,000 people tucked away in the valley of a gigantic mountain range. It sits at 9,000 feet, and the highest peaks around it reach around 13,000 feet. You can take a gondola up to the main ski peak for free, which is fortunate for us, because everything else in this city is ungodly expensive.
I could blather on and on about the scenery in Colorado, as I imagine anyone who has been here could do. Paradigm has taken me to many parts of the country that I never thought I'd visit and I have loved playing with them for that, but I'll at least say this much: there are absolutely no places we have ever been as beautiful as Telluride and Crested Butte. There are red mountains covered with evergreen trees all over the place — you look up and it's all you see. At night, you can see every star in the sky. Quite different from Louisville.
In Telluride, we played at a place called the Bubble Lounge, which was an oxygen bar, meaning this: the bartender gives you a tube, of which one end goes into your nose and the other end goes into a beaker filled with scented oil. Pure oxygen bubbles through the oil, and you inhale it, breathing normally. It is supposed to relax you and cure high-altitude-sickness, but I was so concerned about getting my money's worth and not breathing any of the regular oxygen that I hyperventilated and started to feel dizzy, which made my altitude-induced headache worse. I am sure it works for normal people.
Anyway, the owners of the club were super-nice and put us up at their condo in Telluride. We leave for Denver tomorrow, have a show the next night, and then we pack it in for home the following day.
*******
Denver and Elsewhere
After Telluride, we headed back to Denver at a place called Quixote's. on our last day off on tour, we had the fortune to visit Red Rocks, a famous amphitheater cut out of, you guessed it, a bunch of red rocks. It's probably the prettiest stage I've ever seen. A friend of ours was the food manager there and comped us lunch, which was delicious(I have a little bit of a foodie streak in me, so I checked out the elk and shi'take mushroom crepes). The venue itself has a sort of mini-museum set up that lists every act that has played there. If you play, you get your name on a big wall with people like the Beatles, Stevie Ray Vaughan, Bonnie Raitt, Phish, Medeski Martin & Wood, and many others. It's inspiring, especially since the people that are up on the wall are either people that have influenced us or people that have made it possible to make the music we play popular to a large audience. You look at that wall and want nothing more than your name on it.
Our last show in Denver, at a place called Quixote's, was strong musically even though we played to a nearly empty room. Sometimes shows are like that; you play your best when you don't care if what you are playing is going to work, and new ideas tend to pop out. Anyway, the bartender and the sound guy though we were great. The people from the halfway house, located across the street, thought we were okay.
Most of the car ride from Denver to Louisville went without a hitch, until around 12:30 in the morning; as John, Dave, and I sat at a gas station on the way home, we got a call from Brian saying that he and Myron got in a wreck and flipped their car two or three times on the highway. There was a little hospital in Sweet Springs, Missouri, about five minutes from where they wrecked. Brian and Myron were sent, via ambulance, to Sweet Springs, and Myron was then transferred to a university hospital in Columbia, about an hour out of the way. He got a nasty bump to the head and his injuries were thought to be serious. Thankfully, they turned out not to be. We picked Brian up, who was released first, and then picked up Myron in Columbia and got two hotel rooms in each respective town. The next day, we rented a car and visited the garage where the wrecked car was.
I couldn't believe anyone survived the accident when I saw the car, yet Myron and Brian walked away with mostly scrapes--no broken bones or concussions. Just as amazing was that most of the gear was still intact, and some of it seemed even completely untouched.
The remaining six hours that we covered today from Columbia to home were spent in mostly silence; maybe sporadic talk about the accident, but not much more. Which is fine. I've spent four or five years on this project and I've known mostly everyone in the band since we were at U of L together. I've grown inseparably close to the others and my life and career after undergrad has been more or less devoted to them. I can't imagine losing any one of them. At this point, we're all a little bewildered of last night's events, and we haven't so much as reacted because I don't think our situation has really sunk in. Tomorrow, some of us have to deal with insurance, tow fees and car rentals, and the loss of thousands of dollars worth of stuff. Tonight, everyone is home and alive, which is more than enough.
Crested Butte is a little town modeled directly in the style of those old spaghetti western towns with the swinging saloon doors. Prairies surround the town, of which has one main commercial road and a bunch of houses off to the side; in other words, out of the way of tourists and their cameras. To the northeast of the main strip is a gigantic mountain, a 'butte', which has a crest in it somewhere, hence the town is aptly named. The saloon-looking buildings along the main strip are all clothing stores and souvenir shops, which is boring enough, but they are prohibitively expensive to boot. Your parents might shop in these shops for the sake of novelty, but unless you like the idea of spending a couple grand to look like the narrator from "The Big Lebowski," you probably would not be interested.
Anyway, the people are a great, close knit group of people, who gave us free drinks and forgot to mention that when you are 7,000 feet above sea level, you don't need as much alcohol to get you drunk. I had a beer and a half, and the room was spinning. It amazed me how bars in this town stay in business.
After Crested Butte, we had a night in Telluride, Colo. Telluride is a town of around 2,000 people tucked away in the valley of a gigantic mountain range. It sits at 9,000 feet, and the highest peaks around it reach around 13,000 feet. You can take a gondola up to the main ski peak for free, which is fortunate for us, because everything else in this city is ungodly expensive.
I could blather on and on about the scenery in Colorado, as I imagine anyone who has been here could do. Paradigm has taken me to many parts of the country that I never thought I'd visit and I have loved playing with them for that, but I'll at least say this much: there are absolutely no places we have ever been as beautiful as Telluride and Crested Butte. There are red mountains covered with evergreen trees all over the place — you look up and it's all you see. At night, you can see every star in the sky. Quite different from Louisville.
In Telluride, we played at a place called the Bubble Lounge, which was an oxygen bar, meaning this: the bartender gives you a tube, of which one end goes into your nose and the other end goes into a beaker filled with scented oil. Pure oxygen bubbles through the oil, and you inhale it, breathing normally. It is supposed to relax you and cure high-altitude-sickness, but I was so concerned about getting my money's worth and not breathing any of the regular oxygen that I hyperventilated and started to feel dizzy, which made my altitude-induced headache worse. I am sure it works for normal people.
Anyway, the owners of the club were super-nice and put us up at their condo in Telluride. We leave for Denver tomorrow, have a show the next night, and then we pack it in for home the following day.
*******
Denver and Elsewhere
After Telluride, we headed back to Denver at a place called Quixote's. on our last day off on tour, we had the fortune to visit Red Rocks, a famous amphitheater cut out of, you guessed it, a bunch of red rocks. It's probably the prettiest stage I've ever seen. A friend of ours was the food manager there and comped us lunch, which was delicious(I have a little bit of a foodie streak in me, so I checked out the elk and shi'take mushroom crepes). The venue itself has a sort of mini-museum set up that lists every act that has played there. If you play, you get your name on a big wall with people like the Beatles, Stevie Ray Vaughan, Bonnie Raitt, Phish, Medeski Martin & Wood, and many others. It's inspiring, especially since the people that are up on the wall are either people that have influenced us or people that have made it possible to make the music we play popular to a large audience. You look at that wall and want nothing more than your name on it.
Our last show in Denver, at a place called Quixote's, was strong musically even though we played to a nearly empty room. Sometimes shows are like that; you play your best when you don't care if what you are playing is going to work, and new ideas tend to pop out. Anyway, the bartender and the sound guy though we were great. The people from the halfway house, located across the street, thought we were okay.
Most of the car ride from Denver to Louisville went without a hitch, until around 12:30 in the morning; as John, Dave, and I sat at a gas station on the way home, we got a call from Brian saying that he and Myron got in a wreck and flipped their car two or three times on the highway. There was a little hospital in Sweet Springs, Missouri, about five minutes from where they wrecked. Brian and Myron were sent, via ambulance, to Sweet Springs, and Myron was then transferred to a university hospital in Columbia, about an hour out of the way. He got a nasty bump to the head and his injuries were thought to be serious. Thankfully, they turned out not to be. We picked Brian up, who was released first, and then picked up Myron in Columbia and got two hotel rooms in each respective town. The next day, we rented a car and visited the garage where the wrecked car was.
I couldn't believe anyone survived the accident when I saw the car, yet Myron and Brian walked away with mostly scrapes--no broken bones or concussions. Just as amazing was that most of the gear was still intact, and some of it seemed even completely untouched.
The remaining six hours that we covered today from Columbia to home were spent in mostly silence; maybe sporadic talk about the accident, but not much more. Which is fine. I've spent four or five years on this project and I've known mostly everyone in the band since we were at U of L together. I've grown inseparably close to the others and my life and career after undergrad has been more or less devoted to them. I can't imagine losing any one of them. At this point, we're all a little bewildered of last night's events, and we haven't so much as reacted because I don't think our situation has really sunk in. Tomorrow, some of us have to deal with insurance, tow fees and car rentals, and the loss of thousands of dollars worth of stuff. Tonight, everyone is home and alive, which is more than enough.
Muckrakers confirm string of appearances
Self-described "wussy rockers" The Muckrakers have confirmed a string of appearances to promote the release of their new album, The Concorde Fallacy, the follow-up to their Label X release Front of the Parade. Since Label X folded earlier this year, The Muckrakers have been moved on ovah to Toucan Cove and Universal. Muck it up:
Friday, Oct 10:
WFPK's "Live Lunch"
Noon, free, first come, first seated. Priority seating for station members.
4th Street Live; 8 p.m.
Saturday, Oct 11
Phoenix Hill Tavern
644 Baxter Ave.
7:30 p.m.
Tuesday, Oct 14
Ear-X-Tacy In-Store
6 p.m.
Free; all ages
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