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[Review / photos] Dierks Bentley at Les Schwab Amphitheater

Friday, August 12th, 2011

My plan for this space was to write an extensive review of country star Dierks Bentley’s concert Wednesday at Les Schwab Amphitheater. But circumstances have conspired against me, not the least of which is a general ambivalence about the show. So here are a few brief thoughts, and then I’ll get out of the way so you can see a ton of terrific photos of Bentley and his adoring fans that were taken by The Bulletin’s Pete Erickson.

–Like a lot of country’s biggest stars, Bentley knows how to work a crowd. He talked about riding Phil’s Trail and slipped in a reference to JC’s Bar. He told the audience Central Oregon’s High Desert reminds him of home in Arizona. He said he’s stood on a lot of stages, but not many with a more beautiful view than the Schwab’s. He invited the audience onto his tour bus. He got screams of delight every time he mentioned beer. He was a puppet master on stage, essentially conducting the crowd with pointed fingers and pumped fists and hands cupped around his ears.

–Bentley did all his big hits. The lovey-dovey ones (“Feel That Fire,” “Every Mile a Memory,” “Come a Little Closer,” “I Wanna Make You Close Your Eyes”) and the party / drinkin’ ones (“Sideways,” “Am I the Only One”) and the travelin’ / ramblin’ ones (“Free and Easy (Down the Road I Go)” and “Lot of Leavin’ Left to Do”). He closed with his breakthrough hit “What Was I Thinkin’” and skipped an encore (bravo, Dierks!), instead ending the show by huddling with his band and then bowing as a group while Dropkick Murphys’ “I’m Shipping Up to Boston” blared over the loudspeakers. It was as odd an ending as you’ll ever see at the Schwab.

The highlight of the night was “Long Trip Alone,” a song with a beautiful, easy melody that Bentley dedicated to the American military. The timing was just right, too. Any time you pair a pretty song with a Cascades sunset, you’re going to make some memories.

–When they were plugged in, Bentley’s band was anything but country. They were essentially a hard rock band with a banjo plugging away in the background. Which was fine, but it wasn’t very country. Country these days comes in the artists’ look and lyrical themes. And country these days is mostly about pop-rock hooks. Country is where the arena-rock riffs of yesteryear live in the 21st century.

–That said, Bentley was in fine voice: deep, and creakier than on his records, which was welcome.

–My biggest beef with the show was that bluegrass — a major influence on Bentley (he says) and the basis of his 2010 album “Up On the Ridge” — was given such an obligatory treatment. Mid-show, the band brought out the upright bass, mandolin, fiddle and banjo, but rather than rip through two or three or four songs from “Ridge,” they aimed straight for the lowest common denominator. They did the title track (and single) from that record, then used a “late-night jam session on the bus” construct to do a medley of familiar tunes, bluegrass-style: the “Dukes of Hazzard” theme, “All My Ex’s Live in Texas,” Billy Idol’s “Rebel Yell,” Bon Jovi’s “Wanted Dead or Alive.” And then a cover of U2′s “Pride (in the Name of Love)” that was on the “Ridge” album.

People seemed to dig it — the “Dukes” theme, Billy Idol and Bon Jovi tickled their nostalgia bones, no doubt — but it turned me off. In fact, I thought it bordered on disrespectful to a style of music that Bentley claims to hold dear to his heart (and I believe him). Think about it: Rather than showcase their chops and the genre they love by actually playing bluegrass songs, it was as if the band feared losing the audience by playing bluegrass, so it chose to do its most accessible original, one serious cover and a bunch of half-jokey songs before scurrying back to the party country folks came to hear.

That’s not honoring bluegrass music. That’s just kind of weak. And I truly believe Dierks Bentley is better than that.

Alright, enough blabbering. Check out Pete’s awesome photos.

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[Video / Photos] The Shins at the Domino Room

Wednesday, August 10th, 2011

Pop-rock perfectionist James Mercer brought the latest incarnation of The Shins to Bend’s Domino Room Tuesday night as part of a three-night mini-tour that’s notable for two reasons. First, the venues are all Oregon clubs that are considerably cozier than the places the band normally plays. And second, these are the first full-band Shins shows in more than two years, and the first since Mercer replaced all of his longtime band mates and recorded an album with Danger Mouse under the name Broken Bells.

The Shins in Bend. Photo by Andy Tullis / The Bulletin.

A press release ahead of the show said the setlist would likely feature new material, but when all was said and done, Mercer and his band — Joe Plummer of Modest Mouse, former Crystal Skull Yuuki Matthews and singer-songwriters Richard Swift and Jessica Dobson — played only a couple new tunes and focused the bulk of the set on the best stuff from the first three Shins albums. Highlights included a scorching version of “So Says I” that seemed to loosen Mercer up after a skittish first half of the show, and a cacophonous take on “One By One All Day” to cap the night. On the other hand, Mercer has messed with “New Slang,” giving it a less fragile, keyboard-driven arrangement that sapped the song of some — not all, but some — of its charm and beauty. (Swift’s work on the keys was prominent all night.)

Jessica Dobson of The Shins. Photo by Andy Tullis / The Bulletin.

I’ll have more thoughts on the show in Friday’s GO! Magazine, as well as some musings on seeing this version of The Shins. (Spoiler alert: The band is certainly competent these days, but for anyone who saw them before all the personnel upheaval, it’s hard not to view the current lineup as something more like James Mercer & His Mercer-naries. Still, they sounded pretty great.)

For now, though, let’s indulge in some A/V treats. (Apologies for the sound quality on these. I need a better camera.)

First up, a new song that’s slow and sprawling in a laid back, classic rock sort of way, with lyrics that just might reflect Mercer’s feelings about the downsides of stardom and the turbulence of the past few years: “So many times caught up in my head at night with a leash and a label,” he sings at one point. “The way we used to carry on is stuck in my head like a terrible song,” at another. And here’s the second chorus:

“Taken for a fool. Yes I was, because I was a fool.
Following their rules, I guess I was a very honest tool.”

Here’s a cover of David Bowie’s “Ashes to Ashes.”

How ’bout some “New Slang” for your Wednesday morning?

If your ears can handle it, there are videos of “When I Goose-Step” and “Sea Legs” over at Frequency’s YouTube channel, too.

James Mercer of The Shins. Photo by Andy Tullis / The Bulletin.

[Video] Loch Lomond at Silver Moon

Thursday, August 4th, 2011

I had grand hopes of writing a bit about Portland-based chamber-folk-pop band Loch Lomond‘s show at Silver Moon on July 20 to accompany the three videos below.

But I put it off for a day, and then days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into … well, it’s basically been forever since the show. So here are a few quick thoughts, followed by the moving pictures:

–Loch Lomond played a short but sweet show, cramming a bunch of their best tunes into a set that clocked in under an hour. We got “Blue Lead Fences” and “Elephants & Little Girls” and “Ghost of an Earthworm” and “Night Bats.” At least I think they played “Night Bats.” It’s been a while, you know, and I have forgotten things.

–They also rocked harder than I expected, stirring up a relatively stormy clatter in between the gently swooping highs and higher highs of the band’s catalog.

–It was a nice atmosphere, with some obvious friends and family in attendance to watch frontman and Bend native Ritchie Young perform. He gave a shout-out to his mom. Cute.

–Young’s backing band has changed considerably in recent months. Gone, for example, is Dave Depper, another Bendite who has moved on to the Fruit Bats. (More on that in the coming weeks, I hope.)

–Overall, this version of Loch Lomond sounded really tight and terrific, and more balanced than when I saw an almost too delicate performance at the Doug Fir in Portland a few years ago. By contrast, the Silver Moon set was punchy and hooky and never lacking for momentum.

Anyway, watch it for yourself!

[Video / review] Vandaveer and Cheyenne Marie Mize at McMenamins

Tuesday, June 28th, 2011

(Note: I just realized I never posted this. D’oh!)

So here’s how this works, in reverse: It took me a while to publish this blog post. Why? Because it took forever for me to edit and upload all this video. Why? Because there’s a lot of it. Why? Because I was compelled to just keep rolling Wednesday night as up-and-coming folkies Vandaveer and Cheyenne Marie Mize lit up a dark Father Luke’s Room at McMenamins Old St. Francis School.

It was a night full of gorgeous songs. Mize opened with an hour-long solo set that featured a handful of moments so arresting, you could hear a pin drop in a room that rarely lacks for chatter. The sine-wave keyboard line of “Have You,” the minimalist violin plucking of “Rest,” and the jaw-droppingly beautiful love song “All I Am” not only commanded the attention of the audience, they seemed to stop time. (Video of all three is below.) Mize is an enormous talent, and I wouldn’t be surprised if in a couple years, the folks who saw her play an intimate (not to mention free) show Wednesday in Bend will be thanking their lucky stars they did.

If Mize’s set was a thing of understated beauty, Vandaveer’s was more like the confident swagger that comes when you know you’re looking good. The band’s principle, Mark Charles Heidinger, has it all: catchy and clever songs, cinema-star good looks, and charm pouring from every pore. He’s got an affable, self-effacing manner and a million-watt smile, and he pairs those two things with a seemingly endless well of memorable melodies. I really believe the guy has all he needs to become a huge star in the post-Avett/Mumford age. I know if I were a record label exec, I’d be swooping in on him as we speak.

Anyway, about the set: Heidinger plays his acoustic guitar in a propulsive, percussive style, and his voice is strong and clear. His cohort — harmony queen Rose Guerin — is a show-stopping alto that adds a bit of needed grit to the mix. Heidinger bounced around his catalog, from the title track from his new album “Dig Down Deep” to the Simon & Garfunkel-ish shuffle of “How Many Takes it Takes” to the apocalyptic chop of “Spite.” He played an impromptu cover of The Beatles’ “Rocky Raccoon” to honor a little girl’s purchase at the merch table (“Our cutest customer ever,” Heidinger said), and he had Mize join the band on drums for a run through Vandaveer’s “hit single” (he said with a laugh) “The Nature of Our Kind.”

Overall, the two sets were nice counterpoints. Mize’s was soft and supple and vulnerable, Vandaveer’s was sharp and solid and airtight. Both were brilliant in their own way. And they added up to one of the best shows I’ve seen in Bend so far this year.

Here’s lots of video evidence. I would strongly encourage you to take a listen. First up, five songs from Mize, including, I believe, three new ones.

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[Video / review] The Baseball Project at Silver Moon

Tuesday, April 12th, 2011

Power/pop/roots/rock supergroup The Baseball Project brought its traveling roadshow to Bend’s Silver Moon Brewing & Taproom Thursday night, and in the spirit of the night’s primary subject, let’s grade the participants in baseball terms.

The band itself wasn’t exactly at MVP level, though I thought they were considerably better live than on their new album, “Volume 2: High and Inside.” On record, The Baseball Project’s songs fall just a bit flat; their hooks — and they are there — seem obscured by the efforts of songwriters Steve Wynn and Scott McCaughey to squeeze every statistic, every name, every syllable into their story songs. Live, however, the band crackled with energy. Their guitars buzzed and their power chords crunched and their voices sounded strong and most importantly, their hooks shined through. What’s the difference? It was the power of a tight band of skilled, veteran players in action.

And then there are the songs, which are a lot of fun and mostly good, if not great. Songs about Satchel Paige, Jackie Robinson, Willie Mays, Big Ed Delahanty. Ichiro Suzuki and Tim Lincecum. Plus their epic tale of pitcher Harvey Haddix’s legendary outing that includes the names of all 20 men who’ve thrown a perfect game in baseball history. (Wynn’s also cramming in the name of Armando Galarraga, the Venezuelan righthander who lost a perfect game on a terrible call with two outs in the ninth inning of a game last year.)

If you’re a baseball geek — and especially if you’re a baseball geek in your 40s, 50s or 60s — The Baseball Project is heaven wrapped in Baby Boomer nostalgia. Fortunately, much of the Silver Moon crowd seemed to fit the description. There were several older dudes there: a couple in Yankees hats, one in a Mariners hat, and one in a Padres uniform. All wore smiles. It was the oldest average age I’ve ever seen at the Moon, a fact solidified by the contingent of R.E.M. fanboys there to see that band’s guitarist/co-founder, Peter Buck, play bass between Wynn and McCaughey. There might’ve been some photos taken of fans posing with a half-smiling Buck sitting next to a roadcase stenciled with “R.E.M. Athens, Ga.” (I’m an R.E.M. fan, but probably don’t qualify as a fanboy, and even I thought it was very cool to see Buck — one of the most influential guitar players of the past 30 years — perform in such a small space.)

All that said, the highlight of the band’s two sets was a scorching performance of “Amphetamine,” a tune from Wynn’s solo album “Here Come the Miracles.” It closed the first set, featured some spellbinding guitar work from Wynn and McCaughey, and was by far the most electric, energetic five minutes of the night. Frankly, it was awesome.

Add it all up, and I’d say The Baseball Project made the all-star team, not as a starter, but as a backup who gets into the game in the fourth or fifth inning and maybe comes up with an important hit or catch near the end of the game. A solid effort all around.

Now, the crowd. Or rather, Bend. Twenty-four hours after more than 1,000 people showed up to see Ice Cube across the street at the Midtown Ballroom, I’d guess fewer than 100 caught The Baseball Project, and that was throughout the night. I don’t know if there were ever more than 50 people in the room at one time. And that’s a real shame. It’s also a trend. I’ve been to too many good shows by good bands that drew too-small crowds in the past year. It’s lame. Shame on you, Bend.

The saving grace came in the second half of the show when Wynn asked if the audience was having a good time, and someone immediately returned the question to the band. The four folks on stage — even the stoic Buck — quickly responded in the affirmative, and they seemed to mean it. Assuming they were telling the truth, it’s nice to know the small crowd didn’t bum them out too much.

And so, everyone in Bend except for the folks who showed up Thursday night is a benchwarmer, stuck in the dugout while others are out there having a good time playing a kid’s game.

A Wintergrass report: Part 2, by Jenny Wasson of Moon Mountain Ramblers

Tuesday, March 15th, 2011

(Note: Jenny Wasson is the fiddler for the Moon Mountain Ramblers and an employee of The Bulletin. She attended the Wintergrass festival late last month and filed this report. The photos are hers, too. Part 1 is here.)

Saturday

Darol Anger and friends showcase some fiddle power!

Slightly delirious from the lack of sleep, I wandered around the Hyatt Regency Bellevue to find breakfast and the first workshop of the morning, “Freestyle Fiddling,” featuring fiddle master Darol Anger and Brittany Haas, Lauren Rioux and Tashina Clarridge. I love that Anger is mentoring the younger generation of string players.

Freestyle fiddling is a loose term that basically means using a combination of all styles of music in your solo. In a single song, you might hear elements of blues, jazz, Celtic or old-time music. On four five-string fiddles – now that’s some string power! – the group performed “Forked Deer,” “Sally Goodin,” “Elzic’s Farewell” and “Lost in the Loop.”

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A Wintergrass report: Part 1, by Jenny Wasson of Moon Mountain Ramblers

Monday, March 14th, 2011

(Note: Jenny Wasson is the fiddler for the Moon Mountain Ramblers and an employee of The Bulletin. She attended the Wintergrass festival late last month and filed this report. The photos are hers, too. Part 2 is here.)

Anatomy of a Bluegrass Festival, by Jenny Wasson

As a musician, it’s easy to start playing in a rut, where all your solos start sounding the same. Going to festivals is one way to recharge your playing, gaining inspiration from exciting performances and by jamming with different people.

When Ben Salmon asked me to write a blog post about Wintergrass, I jumped at the chance to share with Frequency readers one of my favorite festivals during the “off-season.” I have been attending Wintergrass regularly since 2003. Originally held in Tacoma, Wash., the festival moved to Bellevue, Wash., last year. This was my first opportunity to see the new venue at the Hyatt Regency Bellevue.

Although I love the summer outdoor festivals, there is something special about an indoor festival. You don’t have to worry about the elements – be it rain or heat – or overly used honey buckets. It’s all about the music.

Jayson Bowerman loads the Subaru.

I rode up on Feb. 24 with two members of The Pitchfork Revolution, Jayson Bowerman and Rob Sidle. We answered the age-old question, “How many instruments can you fit in a Subaru?” Bowerman, a noted luthier, was bringing some of his beautiful wares to sell at the festival. After some Tetris-like maneuvering, we managed to squeeze in eight guitars, two fiddles and two mandolins. Packed to the gills, we started the annual pilgrimage to Wintergrass.

After a seven-and-a-half-hour drive through whiteout conditions, ice and trucks stranded on the side of the road, we finally arrived at the hotel around midnight. Exhausted from our travels, we checked in and decided to call it a night. As we walked to the elevators, we were greeted by musicians jamming in the hallway. It was a nice way to soak in the festival.

Friday

A clogging workshop at Wintergrass.

I started my morning at workshops offered by some of the performers. Workshops are generally set up in two ways: as demonstrations or hands-on classes. I experienced both Friday morning. After a quick bite to eat, I came in halfway through Charmaine Slaven’s workshop on clogging. A member of Seattle-based Squirrel Butter, she was teaching a room of about 25 people the four basic parts of the Tennessee walking step. According to Slaven, clogging is a way to add a percussive sound without playing an instrument. I didn’t join in, but it looked like the participants were having a lot of fun.

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Viva Voce, Damien Jurado, Loch Lomond: A Visual Review

Wednesday, March 9th, 2011

After all of my hype (see here and here) about Monday night’s PDXchange show featuring Viva Voce, Damien Jurado and Loch Lomond, I ended up missing the whole thing because of a nasty cold. Total bummer.

So, I hit up a couple of guys who I knew were there to see if Frequency could at least provide a sort of visual overview of the night. Below, you’ll find several still photos by Byron Roe of Byron Roe Photography (website here: www.studio-br.com), who shoots all PDXchange shows, plus a few videos by John Michaelson of Bend, who I “know” through Twitter (follow him: @Angry_Antlers).

Enjoy!

Loch Lomond

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Baker’s Dozen: The 13 best concerts of 2010 in Central Oregon

Tuesday, January 4th, 2011

I’ve gone on and on about my favorite recordings of 2010, but live music is the backbone of any good scene. Here is a look back my 13 favorite shows of the past 12 months in chronological order, with excerpts from reviews already published in The Bulletin or on Frequency.

The White Buffalo, Jan. 26, Silver Moon Brewing & Taproom

(Jake) Smith’s talents are many, but his voice is obviously his most distinctive quality. It’s a show-stopper. A jaw-dropper. It’s canyon deep and sequoia strong, with a natural resonance that 99 percent of singers would kill to have.

The closest comparison I can come up with is Pearl Jam’s Eddie Vedder, though when he’s at his best, Smith makes Vedder sound like Bobby Brady going through puberty.

He’s just that great of a singer.

Smith showcased that voice on barnburners like “The Madman” and “Carnage,” with their ultra-low notes, as well as meandering, pretty numbers such as “Sleepy Little Town” and “Where Dirt and Water Collide.” And he let it soar during two of his best songs, “Love Song #1” and “Damned.” The ascendant pre-chorus of the former and the roller-coaster verses of the latter were perfect examples of Smith’s skill for writing melodies that are both unconventional and memorable.

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Observations about the 2010 Bend Roots Revival

Thursday, October 7th, 2010

As the music writer at the local daily newspaper, it pains me to say this, but 2010 was a lost year for me and the Bend Roots Revival. Which is a major bummer, since I’m supposed to cover the local music scene, and there is no better celebration of the local music scene than the Revival, now in its fifth year on Bend’s west side.

Alas, these are busy times in my life outside work, and after wall-to-wall coverage of the 2009 festival, I just couldn’t spend as much time at this year’s event as I would’ve liked. I hope to make up for that next year.

But, I did swing by for a couple hours on Saturday morning, and a couple more hours on Saturday evening. Here are a few observations:

1) As far as I could tell, Century Center is an ideal venue for the Bend Roots Revival. There’s plenty of parking, and the single entrance/exit is a far better situation than the chaotic come-and-go free-for-all at the fest’s old home around Parrilla Grill and The Victorian Cafe. That alone must’ve been a major relief for organizers. Also, the Center’s courtyard is expansive and comfortable, but can be segmented in such a way to provide several distinct performance spaces. The two biggest stages have particularly nice set-ups. You wind down a wheelchair ramp to get to the outdoor B.I.G.S. Stage, where tall red walls tower on three sides, creating a very self-contained environment. And the indoor Century Center Stage is in a large, simple, concrete room set apart from the rest of the grounds by a door … y’know, because it’s indoors. The two biggest stages host the festival’s biggest, loudest acts, so it’s nice they’re about as isolated as they can be within the relatively tight confines of the Century Center’s courtyard.

2) That said, Revival organizers will have to find a way to reduce the “sound bleed” from the B.I.G.S. Stage next year. It is around the corner and behind some food booths from the Dave’s Garage and Casey’s Corner stages, but when a quieter artist is playing on one of those stages and a louder artist is soundchecking or performing on the B.I.G.S. Stage, the latter can easily overwhelm the former. I’m not sure what the solution is — perhaps just careful scheduling? — but it’s something to be aware of.

3) On Saturday morning, I wandered around the festival with my daughter, intent on seeing local artists I’d never seen before. In the spirit of Twitter, here are 140-character “reviews” of each:

Dan Shanahan: One of Central Oregon’s best-kept secrets, his slow-burning alt-country songs are terrific. Polish that band a bit and big things are ahead.

Imzadi Tribal Music: A gentle, colorful collective that uses didge, drums and more to concoct an aural offering to the spirit of your choice. Plus belly dancers!

Michelle Van Handel: Jazz singer’s originals waft thru the room like an aromatic cocktail, complete w/ tiny umbrella. The soundtrack to a perfect island night.

Robin Jackson: Smooth & soulful, set to smartly picked acoustic guitar. Dig the French vocals, too. She’ll whisk you to a cool club somewhere cosmopolitan.

4) I returned to the festival on Saturday evening not necessarily to watch Mosley Wotta and Empty Space Orchestra perform, as I’ve seen them both a lot, but to take in the scene. I’ve heard that there were lots more people at this year’s Revival than in past years, and I’m sure that’s true. Given the very different venues and layouts of the Century Center vs. Parrilla/The Vic, though, it was hard to make that comparison, at least for my feeble mind. I will say this: There was a mob of folks out to see MoWo headline the B.I.G.S. Stage, a thick crowd of at least a few hundred that stretched from the stage all the way to the back. I shot some video, but it’s very dark so … I don’t know, maybe if you squint you can get a feel for the throng:

No matter what you can or can’t see in that video, the point is this: There was a really good vibe at Bend Roots Saturday night. It was a different vibe from last year’s Saturday night; last year’s Saturday night felt embryonic, unexplored, on the edge. Last year, during the Ruins of Ooah -> Mosley Wotta -> Empty Space run at the end of the evening, the excitement was palpable. The air crackled with buzz. It felt like we were standing on the head of a match just as it burst into flame.

This year, the buzz was still there, but it was a little more seasoned and a little less spine-tingling. Don’t misunderstand: The value and importance of hundreds of people gathered to celebrate local art and hear local music was huge. It was like a physical embodiment of all the next-level success that Central Oregon’s musicians have enjoyed in 2010. But at last year’s Roots fest, it felt like folks were stepping out of their comfort zone, tentatively dipping their toes into the local-music water. This year, it was clear they’d spent the past year learning to swim, and they dove right in.

Bend Roots Revival ’09 was the event’s last year as an under-discovered gem, finding itself, learning to walk. In 2010, with a new home, better organization and artists onstage who’d achieved a higher profile, Bend Roots hit the ground running, ready to race into a bright future.


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