Two pieces in print today. There’s Bombpop, which is about Josh Rouse’s terrific new record 1972. And there’s a Journal News feature on three upcoming NYC benefits for Alejandro Escovedo, who’s been floored by hepatitis C, as mentioned here previously. I can’t find the complete listings for all three shows on the Journal News site, so I’m gonna go ahead and post them here.
South Paw, September 2
Paige Wood
Milton
Amy Allison
Stephen Clair
Mary McBride
The Roscoe Trio
Yo La Tengo
Mercury Lounge, September 3
Tammy Faye Starlite
Cindy Bullens
Los Lonely Boys
Mary Lee’s Corvette
The Last Hombres featuring Levon Helm
Willie Nile & the Worry Dolls
Ian Hunter & the Rant Band
Knitting Factory, September 4
Collider
Chip Taylor and Carrie Rodriguez
The Star Spangles
Ivan Julian
Garland Jeffreys & the Coney Island Playboys
Jon Langford with Ship and Pilot
Lenny Kaye
If you can’t make the shows, but you wanna help Alejandro out, you can make a contribution to the Alejandro Fund. Go here:
Another essentially blogless week for me. On the off chance I’ve actually disappointed anyone, sorry. Gotta put the stuff that pays first and lately there’s a lot of the stuff that pays. That said, I do have a piece in print today that started out as a blog post (until I figured out I could probably sell it). It’s about the whole Al Franken/Fox News dustup.
There’s also, of course, this week’s Bombpop, which is about the Valley band Fancy Trash.
Wow. Thursday already and I haven’t blogged once this week. Busy. Incredibly, stupefyingly busy. I just haven’t had time to get annoyed by anything worth writing about. (Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been annoyed plenty, just not in a focused enough way that I can rant about it.)
So all I’ve got this morning are a couple of links. It’s North Carolina day for me. This week’s Bombpop column is about the wonderful Caitlin Cary, Whiskeytown alumna with the mostest. And I’ve got a piece in the Journal News about Chatham County Line, quite a good little bluegrass quartet. Now if I could just get my hands on some tasty Carolina barbecue (a big pile of pulled pork, some slaw and a couple of hush puppies, please), I’d be as close to perfectly content as I get. Then I might never blog again.
The first of three pieces I’ve written on the New Amsterdams and their new record Worse for the Wear shows up in today’s Boston Globe. It’s a damned good record, and I had a lot of fun chatting with Matt Pryor (whom you may know from the Get Up Kids, even if you don’t know the New Ams). It’s definitely not an emo record, no matter how you define emo.