Greetings from Athens – video of the Hendershot’s BRUCE tribute

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So here’s a cool bonus from the big Bruce show in Athens, Ga. a couple of weeks back: A sweet documentary video by a some really talented journalists from the video wing of Clarke Central High School’s Odyssey magazine. Written by Jenny Alpaugh, narrated and edited by Nicholas Byrne and shot (beautifully) by Porter McLeod and Mr. Byrne, the gang created a very cool 7-minute portrait of the evening. The stage shots give a small hint of how the music went that night (did anyone else post anything out there?) and the backstage glimpses are cool, too. Plenty of Casey Neill to be heard, and some enticing peeks at Patterson Hood’s spellbinding set, too.

Check it out, and I’ll be back with some more posts in the next lil’ while.

Big BRUCE News: Drive-By Bruce tribute show in Athens, Ga.

patterson_hoodWe’ve got a bunch of cool BRUCE events planned for the fall, but it’s going to be tough to top this one: A night of Bruce Springsteen songs performed by an all-star collection of Athens, Ga.-based musicians, with Drive-By Trucker Patterson Hood at the helm.

I’ll be doing a couple of reading-set-to-music things, but the real attraction is Patterson and friends, who so far are: Patterson Hood; T. Hardy Morris; Thayer Serrano; Don Chambers; Moths; Old Smokey; Loney John Hutchins; Chad Evans and…all the  way from Portland, Ore., Casey Neill.

Tickets are $5, and all proceeds will go to Nuci’s Space, a musicians’ support and resource center in Athens.

I’ll update as more artists are added to the bill, but for now here are the specs:

Wed. Sept. 25, 7 pm

Greetings from Athens!

Hendershot’s Coffee Bar
237 Prince Ave.
Athens, GA
Ticket info: to come.

 

 

 

Rock Docs as liturgy: Big Star and Drive-By Truckers

rockdocIn the new Big Star documentary, “Nothing Can Hurt Me,” one of the rock era’s least-known-but-most-influential combos comes with a loser’s tale like no other. A tuneful-but-rocking Memphis band featuring local star Alex Chilton (known internationally for his teenage work with the Box Tops, particularly his lead vocal on “The Letter”) works hard, makes beautiful records, gets head-spinning raves from virtually every important critic in the USA and still flops, badly. Both of the songwriters/visionaries in the band are what you might call less than 100 percent stable, but the real damage comes from the music industry. Record labels go bankrupt. Distribution warehouses are padlocked just as the band’s album is ready to ship. Call them Bad Star and you’ll get the picture. The universe was aligned against them. And never wasn’t.

The film, has great music and some truly fascinating stories to tell — particularly a strangely compelling digression about Memphis’s art-freak community, which deserves its own film. Certain terrain, e.g. the bits that might wound the memories of surviving family members, seem underplayed but that’s a smallish beef. The soundtrack alone is worth the price of admission.

Check out the trailer:

The Drive-By Truckers documentary “The Secret to a Happy Ending” has been around for a couple of years but I don’t think it ever played here in Portland and I certainly didn’t know about it until a random Google search uncovered it last Friday night. I rented it from iTunes and stayed up watching until 1:35 am or so, then spent the rest of the night dreaming of stock cars, beer and industrial damage. “You’ll come for the golf, but you’ll stay for the cancer!” then-DBT member Jason Isbell (chunky, baby-faced, sweet-natured and increasingly bleary-eyed and stumbling as time passes) jokes of the band’s north Alabama homelands.

The film is full of such vivid details, and includes more than enough concert footage to portray the band’s powerful-yet-intricate three guitar attack and the emotional/intellectual complexity of  their Faulkner-esque stories. Tales of incest and Biblical tornadoes; of family feuds and race car drivers, of indulgence, sin, sacrifice and the sacred bond of kin. “The duality of the Southern thing,” as co-founder and Garcia-like figure Patterson Hood described it in song. There’s plenty of love on the screen. For all the group’s good ol’ drinking and partying (that witnesses admit to never, ever telling anyone about in detail) they’re also smart and thoughtful artists whose best work — “Southern Rock Opera,” a 2-disc concept album about Lynyrd Skynyrd and the modern south, “Decoration Day” and “The Dirty South” — presents a distinctly new take on the south’s various historical legacies. And this is where the movie falls a bit short. Rather than dig into the origins and deeper meanings in the band’s strikingly original voice, we hear far more about the joys and pains of the road and their fans’ wild-eyed devotion to the group. Typical rock stuff, in other words, which misses the core of the DBT’s animating spirit.

That said, the concert sequences are exquisitely shot, the performances live up to the hype and any two hours spent in the company of a man as sweet and joyous as Patterson Hood is time well spent.