almost people @ local 506

almost people @ local 506

almost people @ local 506

I know Scotty Sandwich from many things: his digital label Death To False Hope Records, his booking of great punk and garage and hardcore shows in Durham, but I’d never seen him play in his own band, Almost People, before last night. They play sharp, clever, hooky pop punk, lots of great guitar riffs from Scotty and excellent bass playing from Chicago Johnny and fantastic pursuing drumming from their drummer, who I’ve met but whose name I can’t remember, goddamn it. Last night was their CD release show, and it was a cheerful, warm, crowded, rocking show. Can’t wait to spend time with the record.

Jason and Beth Kutchma and Jon Truesdale opened as 75% of Red Collar, acoustic, and I’d never seen Jon play a banjo before but FYI, he can. I told J I’d keep that a secret but I can’t, it was too wonderful.

Full set is here. Next week starts with lists and end of year wrap-up. Woo.

death to false hope fest ii: if you had a time machine interviews

death to false hope fest ii

I took my tiny digital recorder, with the batteries inserted correctly this time, to DTFH Fest, and ran around asking people my favorite interview question: if you had a time machine, and could go back in time and see one show — either one you missed, or one you want to relive — what would it be? Answers and more photos behind the jump.

Rocky, Let Me Run: I’d really like to go back and see Jimmy Eat World and the Promise Ring when they were touring, when Jimmy Eat World was touring as the Promise Ring’s opener, instead of the other way around. Aside from that, I’d like to go back in time to, like, the mid-80s, and see Melissa Etheridge when she was playing bars in Long Beach, before she got her break.

Scotty, owner — Death to False Hope Records*: It would be Propagandhi, Avail, Fugazi and Say Anything at the Congress Theatre in Chicago in 2000.

[ed. note: for accuracy’s sake, Scotty actually said, “Uh, I run this thing.” :D]

Brayden, Capitalist Kids: If I could go back and see one show, it would be the Clash at the Roxy.

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death to false hope fest ii

death to false hope fest ii: the sky we scrape

death to false hope fest ii: arliss nancy

This is the first of what will be several posts about Death To False Hope Fest II this week; some just photos, and hopefully if I manage to get it all transcribed, one full of short interviews with bands, videographers, wives, and punk fans. But this one, this one is just about my Saturday, and how great it was.

Death To False Hope Fest started last year as a party to celebrate five years of Scotty Sandwich’s DIY, digital only record label, Death To False Hope Records. Scotty does an amazing job of helping indie punk and hardcore bands release their music in a pay what you want scheme, and he deserved the hell out of an anniversary party. But if last year’s DTFH Fest was an anniversary party, this year’s felt more like a family reunion: a lineup full of bands that Scotty loves and is friends with, has released, bands that those bands have introduced him to, a whole network of broke punk bands on the road supporting each other in their quest to make music.

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promo photos: young///savage [austin, tx]

promo photos: young///savage

I did a set of impromptu interviews with musicians and others at Death To False Hope Fest II yesterday, which led to an impromptu photo shoot with Young///Savage from Austin, TX. We found the ground littered with playing cards, a sure sign that Magic Michael Casey had been around the night before, and sure enough, ten minutes later, as though we had summoned him, Michael turned up and taught us to flip cards.

Young///Savage is a kickass band and a great bunch of guys — this was loads of fun. Full set here.

promo photos: young///savage

promo photos: young///savage

promo photos: young///savage

promo photos: young///savage

death to false hope anniversary fest pre-party

bobby's fever @ motorco

jeff rowe @ motorco

I pulled a double-header last night, which is something I may be getting too old to do unless I take the next day off, but it was pretty well worth it. I started the evening in Durham at Motorco with Ash, for the pre-party for this weekend’s two day 60 band Death To False Hope Records 2 Year Anniversary festival. If I could be in two places at once, I would be there this weekend, but I can’t be. Maybe you should be, though, and if you can’t be, you should definitely read about how fantastic Scotty, DTFH, and this festival are going to be. I met Scotty through Ash, and he is a truly excellent, brilliant human being.

(I wish I could be in two places at once. Or three, or four, sometimes, actually. I gotta get on that cloning thing. It would also solve the Brian Fallon still hasn’t brought me coffee problem that Martha and I suffer from occasionally, as well.)

Because I had to scoot back to Chapel Hill for a show at the 506, I didn’t get to stick around for the two bands I really wanted to see — Arliss Nancy, and J Kutchma of Red Collar in his solo incarnation (which, from Ash, I hear he was fantastic as always) — but I did get to catch Bobby’s Fever, a straight up punk trio, and Jeff Rowe, a solo punk-with-an-acoustic-guitar of the variety of which I am terrifically fond. Both were excellent; Bobby’s Fever in particular made me want to see more punk, which Ash is happy to oblige me on, both because sometimes you just want your face rocked off, and because punk is hella fun to shoot. As a photographer, punk is a goldmine, and when the music is good, like Bobby’s Fever are, it’s even better. Rowe played a bunch of originals, and the guy’s got a huge voice on him — he sounded fantastic. Then he got a few shots in him, and, as he said, punks doing shots always devolves into punks doing covers; one from a Boston band that neither Ash nor I could identify, a fairly trainwrecky but hilarious Bouncing Souls cover, and a sing-along version of “American Girl” that sent me out of Motorco on a high note. It was a great set, and I’d love to see him again.

(Ironically, while I was at a punk show, Pam and her mohawk were in Chicago seeing Drivin’ and Cryin’, a fact that I found so riotously funny that I had to sit down and put my head between my knees to keep from hyperventilating. I don’t think I can explain the humor inherent in that to anyone who isn’t me or Ash or Pam, but trust me: fucking hilarious.)

I will be elsewhere tonight and tomorrow, but if that schedule up there looks good to you, you can’t beat the price ($25/two days) and the celebration and the bands and the locations. So since I won’t be there, maybe you should be. (It’s already started. What are you waiting for?)