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Monday, July 16, 2018

Kurt Vile & The Violators with Dylan Carlson 7.12.18 (Photos)

Friday, July 13, 2018

Umphrey's McGee with The Record Company 7.7.18 (Photos)

Thursday, July 12, 2018

Hootenanny Breckenridge Brewery's 28th Anniversary 7.7.18 (Photos)

Wednesday, July 11, 2018

4 Peaks Music Festival 6.21 - 6.24.18


Stevenson Ranch
Bend, OR

Words by Erica Garvey (Funk Fiend)
Photos by Jason Charme (Jason Charme Photography)

No matter which direction you come from, the journey to 4 Peaks Music Festival leads you through the rolling hills and dignified mountains of Central Oregon. As you drive through Bend, you are greeted with the charms of a small (but growing) town, which quickly give way to the bare appeal of the Stevenson Ranch, 4 Peaks’ home for the past two years.

From there, the festival continues the same streak of simple beauty. It is an authentic gathering of a tight-knit community, whether you have been a part of the 4 Peaks family for years or just hours. At the 2018 festival, the crowd was courteous, the staff was smiley, the vendors were attentive, and many times the bands brought other musicians on as guests. The artists themselves were each other’s biggest fans. I cannot think of one performance from which Scott Pemberton (of Scott Pemberton Band) was absent from the audience.

There were several notable collaborations: Josh Clark of Tea Leaf Green played with both Particle and Scott Pemberton, Sam Lax of Acorn Project added saxophone on multiple tunes with Poor Man’s Whiskey, Maxwell Friedman sat in with The New Mastersounds and Jupiter Holiday, Tyler Grant of Grant Farm joined Greensky Bluegrass for “Mr. Charlie,” and Scott Pemberton lent his sound to The Brothers Comatose.

Many people brought their children, and a few musicians took it a step further and put their kids to work on stage: Steve Kimock was joined by his son John Morgan Kimock on drums, and Hattie Craven sang with her dad’s group Joe Craven & The Sometimers, including a memorable version of “Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?”. (Fourteen-year-old keys phenom Maxwell Friedman had his own set on Sunday.)

4 Peaks is a four-day festival, though most of the action is packed into Friday and Saturday. There are only two stages, plus the child-centric venue “Kidlandia.” The Cascade Mountain Stage was set up like a main stage typical of a large outdoor festival, with giant sunshades set up to shield the audience from the heat. The smaller tent-enclosed venue, the Lava Rock Stage, lent itself to intimate moments, from “4 Peaks house band” Poor Man’s Whiskey closing a nighttime show from the middle of the crowd with an acoustic “I Shall Be Released,” to a raging afternoon dance party with multi-colored laser lights hosted by Portland’s Yak Attack.

Only one band plays at a time, so you do not have to miss anything. The only choices you have to make are which of the diverse array of food vendors to sample, which craft beer (or wine, or kombucha cocktail) to sip, and which color of Silipint will be holding said beverage. Speaking of Silipints, the festival is committed to eliminating waste, encouraging attendees to purchase this reusable silicone pint glass, which doubles as a souvenir you will actually use again offsite. All food vendors are required to use compostable service products, and the noticeable lack of litter on the ground was another small touch of 4 Peaks’ civil atmosphere.

4 Peaks is incredibly easy to navigate. Upon first arrival at the festival, we were checked in without delay and directed toward our temporary residence. My camping companions had used the festival’s new reservation system to hold a spot large enough for our group of 27 attendees, arriving in about 15 waves. Even though we were near the back edge of the camping area, it only took seven minutes to walk from tent to stage. When I say this festival is ‘manageable,’ I mean that with the highest compliments: if you need a satisfying alternative to the Bonnaroos and the Coachellas of the world once in a while, 4 Peaks may be your answer.

Friday’s highlights included a sunny afternoon guitar shredding from the always lively Scott Pemberton Band; driving southern blues-rock from North Mississippi Allstars; the dreamy yet somehow still rooted-in-reality sounds of Steve Kimock Band; the unifying horn-tinged performance of Nahko and Medicine for the People; and rock-grass outfit Poor Man’s Whiskey, who always shows up on stage with all of everyone’s favorite instruments and then some (melodica, anyone?).

On Friday night, back at the campsite when our whole group of campers was fully assembled, we took a break after our crawfish boil to climb up a small nearby embankment covered in lava rocks and desert sage bushes, looking through the juniper trees and beyond the mountains to watch the sunset (a backdrop that partially inspired Poor Man’s Whiskey’s latest album, Juniper Mountain). Once darkness started to fall, it was all about the music again. After the bands had finished for the day, I arrived at the Silent Disco too late to participate, but our camping group ended the evening by hosting a somewhat hushed performance by some friends of friends, who happen to be the band Cascade Crescendo.

Saturday morning started with a contrasting amplified Cascade Crescendo show on the Lava Rock Stage (except for those true morning people among us who started even earlier with the daily 9:00 a.m. yoga class). My favorite acts that day were Joe Craven & The Sometimers, the instantly impressive funk group Mojo Green, the Mother Hips flanked by their devoted fanbase, the aforementioned party that is Yak Attack, The New Mastersounds ripping through impossibly fine-tuned funk, and bluegrass superstars Greensky Bluegrass closing out the mainstage.

My vote for the best set of the festival goes to the Saturday evening Poor Man’s Whiskey mainstage show, during which the power went out. With barely a pause in the music, the band lined up at the front of the stage while the audience gathered closer in, and PMW switched to an impromptu acoustic set. After a few minutes, the members of The Brothers Comatose came to the stage with their instruments to help fill out the sound, and not far behind them came Greensky’s Anders Beck with his dobro. This unplugged 4 Peaks supergroup neatly plowed through crowd-pleasing classics like “Rocky Top,” “Ooh La La,” and “Wish You Were Here.”

Though I was a little tired from a night spent on a sleeping pad, I left Stevenson Ranch feeling rejuvenated. I do not know if I can name all four individual peaks for which the festival is named, but the whole 4 Peaks Music Festival experience burned a vivid, beautiful memory in my mind.

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Monday, July 9, 2018

Drew Emmitt Band Hootenanny Pre-Party 7.6.18 (Photos)

Saturday, July 7, 2018

Lake Street Dive 7.3.18 (Photos)

Friday, July 6, 2018

Kessel Run, Legato & Wabakinoset 6.29.18 (Photos)

Thursday, July 5, 2018

Industrial Revelation with High Pulp & JusMoni 6.30.18


Nectar Lounge
Seattle, WA


Words by Maximo Menchaca
Photos by Phil Homan and Dan Cable


I need to tell you about this phenomenal evening I witnessed at a sold-out Nectar Lounge Saturday, June 30th. The blurb in the Stranger sounded simple enough: a line-up full of local flavor, with Afrofutrist singer JusMoni and funk band High Pulp opening for jazz group Industrial Revelation. But for the lucky attendees, each artist refused to fit in those predefined boxes.

JusMoni (stage moniker of Moni Tep)’s music immediately suggests strong ties to fellow Seattle-based hip-hop/R&B groups THEESatisfaction and Shabazz Palaces – no surprise, considering THEESatisfaction’s Stasia “Mehschel” Irons is the mastermind of the beats. She was camped behind a laptop and microphone on stage next to Tep. The last day of June was a classic example of Seattle’s “June Gloom,” that cloudy not-quite-warm not-quite-cool humidity that sticks to your skin. JusMoni’s music was the perfect cap as the day turned to night. The music drunkenly swirled, swimming from one song to the next. It was dance-y, but introspective. Irons and the crowd seemed to agree with me, as a lot of folks swayed and nodded their heads into their beers.

To a newcomer, Irons’ beats might sound a bit sparse – as if someone took Bernie Worrell’s more exploratory tones and put them over a drum beat. But as they flowed past, anchoring Tep’s lilting voice, I began to sense a current of warmth running through them. By the last song, the crowd was wrapped into a sample of Roy Ayers’ “Everybody Loves the Sunshine”… soulful. Perfect. JusMoni is described as Afrofuturism, yet she sings of rooted themes (spiritual growth and family trees), and hip-hop, yet her crooning is soulful. She isn’t quite either, instead blazing her own path.

After a duo, seeing the 10 members of High Pulp file on stage is almost jarring. It’s rare to see bands of this size – how often do you need to pull out the word dectet? And when a group walks on stage with an instrumentation of drums, percussion, keys, guitar, bass, and horns, one begins to assume the music will sound a certain way. Maybe a funk band á-la Earth, Wind, & Fire, or possibly more groovy á-la Turkuaz? Maybe something more conventionally jazzy? In all these cases, there’s an expectation: the rhythm section provides the foundation over which the horn licks fly. But right away, you realize High Pulp doesn’t fit into this box.

Not exactly funk, their music is heavy on texture, space, and suggestion. The group has been making noise throughout Seattle since their first show a little over a year ago, including a regular residency at the Royal Room and a blistering set during May’s Upstream Festival. Saturday’s show celebrated the release of their debut album, Bad Juice, and the buzz meant merch sales were already brisk before the band hopped on stage.

Drummer Rob Granfelt and frequent collaborator percussionist Walter Torres keep the group rooted, while the remaining eight members jump in and out, juking around each other. The other non-wind instruments are bassist Scott Rixon, guitarist Gehrig Uhles, and the dual keys attack of Antoine Martel and Rob Homan, while the horn section is made up of saxmen Andrew Morrill and Victory Nguyen, trombonist Isaac Poole (alum of Garfield High), and on trumpet, Alex Dugdale, although the album was recorded with Raphael Zimmerman (recent graduate of Lake Stevens High).

As a vocal-less group, Granfelt was the group member communicating with the audience during the show. He began the set announcing the band would help get the dance party started. The group kicked off into “Spacescraper” – an obscure cover of Japanese artist Toshiki Kadomatsu. The song began with funky, smooth riffing on the guitar, but gave way into horn blasts. It was a hell of an overture before they dropped into a tune featured on the new record, Ezell’s, named after Seattle’s favorite purveyor of fried chicken. (If you’re Seattle-based, I have to pull my soapbox out for a quick PSA: the founder Ezell Stephens currently slings his poultry at a chain called Heaven Sent Fried Chicken, having split acrimoniously with his ex-wife, who runs the eponymous chain. Support the actual Ezell by heading over to Heaven Sent. Also related: don’t get me started with Paseo vs. Un Bien.)

High Pulp might be the only band in the world where I wish the guitar would be turned up. Uhles’ six strings are played with heavy reverb, and would not sound out of place in a space or psychedelic rock setting. He and Rixon anchor my favorite song of Pulp’s, “Hookai” (also featured on the new album). The slinky, coiling riff is a memorable earworm. The band’s tightness is clear, as they built tension slowly and patiently under Homan’s keys solo.

After this, the band continued the dance workout with the athletic mid-section of their set: “Jason Williams” and “Serena Williams” bookended a tune called "Sport." This portion of the show helped to highlight one of High Pulp’s unique features that makes them “not quite” a funk band. For a dectet, the music feels vast and spacious. Rather than the conventional rhythm section foundation beneath horns you thought you’d get, often it was the horns that provided the grounded base beneath Uhles’ space-y guitar and ethereal one-two of Martel and Homan’s other-worldly tones. The last song on the sandwich featured tempo changes on a dime, yet another sign of the band member’s comfort with each other.

Granfelt informed us they would only have time for two more songs. After the slower, more introspective “Sermon” came “Smooth.” It’s a high-energy, fitting closer, so it’s no surprise that the tune usually finds its way towards the end of Pulp sets. It was extended, with solos passed around stage. The band built furiously to the end, but just when we thought the curtains were falling - a bonus! They surprised everyone with the outro to another staple, “Pushin’.” The group’s willingness to chop, mix, and play with their catalog is a strong tool in their arsenal. Consistent gigging has allowed them to craft “midnight” versions of many of their tunes. One, “Fishbowl,” a dreamy reworking of “Hookai,” is found on the record. Too spacey to be called just a funk band, too varied and tight to be called just a dance band, this group knows exactly the kind of ethos they are going for, with their second and third albums already outlined. I know I can’t wait to find out what they do next – and from the reaction of the crowd, so do many others. Pick up the record if you haven’t already!

I was particularly excited to catch Industrial Revelation. Finally catch. The quartet is imposing – Ahamefule J. Oluo on trumpet, Evan Flory-Barnes on the upright, Josh Rawlings on keys, and the indomitable D’Vonne Lewis on drums. Lewis comes from a long line of Seattle musicians - his grandfather Dave Lewis was the giant of Seattle R&B in the 1960s - but he’s made a name of his own in the city, including as the original drummer of groove-funk trio McTuff. Lewis isn’t a drummer that merely keeps time or fills in space. He is a giant on stage: his sticks dance on the cymbals, slam on the toms, and he drives his three band-mates on.

The group has been at it for over a decade, and their familiarity is obvious, as they oozed class and confidence. Not one note sounded out of place. And there were a lot of them. After seeing a 10-piece band sound expansive and spacy, it’s amazing that a quartet can sound so full. But with such agility! Just when I thought I could pin a label on a song, the group shifted, subtly, suddenly. The 90-minute set packed a lot of variety. Orchestral, legato passages gave way to wandering, brash Miles Davis-esque fusion. Tight bebop and loose avant-garde shared space with psychedelic, trippy keys workouts that would make John Medeski proud.

An Industrial Revelation show is like following a river from source to sea, then chopping it up and putting it out of order – offering a fast frothing torrent of notes screaming downhill; smooth, beautiful, and restrained vistas; and a murky turbulence pregnant with distortion. And the transitions were never jarring, bleeding into each other naturally. I’ve enjoyed the group’s studio work, but the band’s full-sounding repertoire seemed much more at home on stage, filling up a room.

The quartet can’t sit still. While Lewis glided effortlessly across his kit, Flory-Barnes’ fingers looked on the verge of bleeding. Rawlings and Oluo aggressively dug into their grooves. But one of the highlights of the set was one of the lightest moments – the band invited Darius Willrich on stage. I’ve been to many, many shows in the area, and I’m amazed I’ve never heard of this talent. His voice was a beautiful, soulful falsetto akin to Curtis Mayfield. (For reference: I LOVE Curtis Mayfield.) I closed my eyes and listened. I wish he could have stayed on stage longer, but soon enough, the quartet orchestrated another jaw-dropping solo section.

The show fit seamlessly with my weekend mood. A not-quite R&B band and a not-quite funk band opened for a not-quite jazz band, each bringing their brand of inquisitive exploration to their audience. Few lineups are as simple as their playbill, and this one was no exception. I got to see a new take on Afrofuturistic R&B, catch the album release of a band I’ve seen many times, and finally experienced the live thrill of a local giant. It was a quite perfect evening of music.


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www.industrialrevelation.com

www.highpulpmusic.com

www.IAmJusMoni.com

Saturday, June 30, 2018

Widespread Panic 6.22.18 (Photos)

Red Rocks Amphitheatre
Morrison, CO

Photos by Doug Fondriest (Doug Fondriest Photography)


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www.widespreadpanic.com

Tuesday, June 26, 2018

Ryan Adams & First Aid Kit 6.14.18 (Photos)

MusicMarauders Summer 2018 Playlist