Hung out with my buddies in JPhono1 on Monday night, at my other buddy Alex’s place, to do some promo shots for them. I love that top one so much.
A farewell show of sorts for MagCo, long among my local favorites, as drummer Jon Truesdale and his wife Jo are moving out of the country — a wonderful live goodbye to this lineup of a band that started as a fun covers side project and has produced some of my favorite music in the local scene in the last few years. Happy to pick up their latest full length on vinyl Friday night, and say goodbye to Jon, and catch up with some friends I hadn’t seen in far too long.
Opened with a solo set from Mark Holland (of the Holland Brothers) and a full band set from JPhono1, both excellent.
Check out the full set here.
The 506 has launched a new series, where 3 locals play sets at 3pm on a Sunday; this is a great idea, and this past Sunday Slingshot Cash played (with Smoothrays and the Stray Owls), and it was great.
Also Trav finally identified specifically what it is that I am disliking when I say that I hate guitar wanking and wave my hands around about jam-ish bands. “Oh!” he said. “You hate jazz chords.”
So I learned something: I hate jazz chords.
Full set is here.
Trav and I wandered around on Sunday and listened to music and caught up with people and bought vinyl and ate things. Stuff we like, you know.
Full set is here.
Pokey and Escondido photos — both great sets — up on Speakers.
Ellis Dyson and the Shambles are a local band, with the kind of sharp songwriting and energy and stage makeup who really, really remind me of Holy Ghost Tent Revival about five years ago. I’m very much into them, and they might very well be my newest favorite local band. Check ’em out.
My buddy Robinson, who used to live next door to the Cowboy, has been playing with his new band the River Otters for a while now, but I’m a terrible person who stopped leaving the house for a while. Trav and I went out Saturday night, though, and of course I wasn’t disappointed — the River Otters are playing a fabulously tight three-piece blues, and I was reminded once again how much I like Robinson’s subtle, cheeky songwriting. I feel like blues are a genre that might not always draw in the Triangle, but seriously, the River Otters are phenomenally talented musicians, and their set — a mix of originals, covers you know, and covers only people who love the blues (Robinson and Trav, say) know — is perfectly paced and absolutely captivating.
They’ll be at Mystery Brewing in Hillsborough in April, so go see ’em. Buy me some barbeque before.