Dallas part 2
Started the afternoon hanging out with Chelsea and Tony – diehard music fans from Crystal Clear – a Dallas distributor. They focus on the local Texas sound – gave me a box full of stuff to check out. Interesting to know that virtually none of the musicians they gave me are making a living at it. Let’s hope we can start building the musician’s middle class.
Dallas part 2
Wow. This was a day of love and good karma. Texas has an extraordinary music scene, period.
First, the morning.
Guided by our local guardian angel, Kim Young to whom I will be forever grateful, I spent the morning at Booker T. Washington high school. Probably the nation’s most productive music magnet school, whose alums include Erykah Badhu, Norah Jones, and countless others.
Meetup is set for this week, Wednesday evening (3/22/2006) at 7:00pm The Flying Tomato 1226 W Hickory Street, Denton (940) 383 1111 Come by for some food, drink, music talk…
Coming up for air.
Spent a great evening over Texas ribs (and a string of awesome bluegrass bands) with Stuart Sullivan, owner of Wire Studios, and a veteran recording engineer. Grew up in rural Indiana, eventually gravitating to the music mecca of Austin, via Bloomington and a degree in audio recording at IU. It was a period of revolution in recording – multi-tracking arrived which completely transformed the art of making records, and suddenly elevated the role of the producer and audio engineer who’s talents could now be harnessed – instead of just placing mics for a one-take live recording. Lots of experimentation (often aided by assorted substances) as artists pushed the new medium. John Lennon sang hanging upside down from a rope, spinning around to emulate the sound of a rotating leslie amp… crazy and great.
More great thoughts from Kevin Seal at South By Southwest:
My last post went up when SxSW’s music program hit its halfway point, and it’s been a flurry of activity since then. Friday night’s big plays made for an overloaded highlight reel: Dungen (after a transatlantic flight, their drummer still managed to guide those songs with an impossibly light touch and the most subtle of ghost-strokes), the Freak Accident (squealing trumpet, stomping singalong, squiggly synth, Sharrocking guitar — Jello Biafra was standing next to me through their whole set, and he loved it too), Sharon Jones & the Dap Kings (dry, dead-sexy classic soul with a full Stax-bred horn section and a simmering rhythm section), and Neko Case (her lyrics fascinate me — no one else can describe hitting a deer with her car and have the song seep with such a disturbing combination of dread and religion and sticky sensuality).
so sxsw is over and I’m back home, sitting in the living room. I’m too tired to nap – go figure. my bags and guitar are still in texas most likely, and I’m too tired to even be properly angry about that. I know I have to post some pictures and summary show notes before the memories fade too much. it was a great long weekend…
it’s been quite excellent here in austin so far. every hour at the pandora booth is surprisingly fun and also kind of intense. I don’t usually talk this much. it’s sort of like a high school reunion, but it’s better because I don’t know these people (and let’s be honest, it’s easier to go to a reunion where no one knew each other back in high school). I’m hoarse. jolly ranchers do not help for this.