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AINJEL EMME, THE RED RIVER, AND SXSW PLANS

First off, I want to thank Kevin Harney and the entire staff at the Iguana Grill in Lakeway for agreeing to host the FLANFIRE AMERICA SXSW DAY PARTY AT THE IGUANA GRILL  on Saturday, March 19th – all day long and into the night.  We will be announcing the lineup soon,  but for starters, Flanfire has secured a commitment from a band called The Red River, whose CD “Little Songs about the Big Picture” was named one of National Public Radio’s top ten recordings of the year.  And if she is not in L.A. working, but in Austin for SXSW, we may also have the incredible Ainjel Emme, who just blew away an enthusiastic audience at Momo’s Club. 

AINJEL EMME – Everyone Is Beautiful

Ainjel, who has been in town for the holidays and played a dynamite show at Momo’s Club on Christmas night, will be formally releasing her brand-new (first in nearly eight years) recording, “Everyone Is Beautiful,” out on the coast in early January, but she was kind enough to bring a few copies for her Austin friends .. and I cannot stop listening.   The divine Miss Emme plays guitars, keyboards, bass, organ, drums (and loops), and percussion and of course sings … but she was wise enough to add a few touches from some of her friends, including one vocal track from Austin’s Ray Prim.

My favorite cut has to be “Broken Legged Waltz,”an eerie, slow waltz  in which Ainjel  tells of going “inside to the point of infinite density,” comes to the point that “you can’t help but think that there is still something worth living for, then asks, “What in the world will you do now.”   But I absolutely love the entire record from “The Down Song” through “Receiver.”  And, okay, Ainjel is beautiful in soul, spirit and body … and very much loved by those who know her.  At her Momo’s show, Sheboygan’s Chris (Rusty) Gebhard and Johnny Vogelsang shared guitar leads, Jeff Botta played drums and sang harmonies, and the incomparable Brad Houser was on bass – Suzanna Choffel sang harmonies on one song, and the powerful Kacy Crowley graciously offered up the title track from her recent CD, “Cave,” with Ainjel singing harmonies. 

I remember seeing Ainjel at the Speakeasy years ago when they were having these Monday nights with female singer-songwriters … even then people spoke her name with reverence and love and friends knew she was hurting from even more than the tragic loss of a dear friend.  Healing has come for Ainjel out in the warm California sun, yet she misses her hometown and reportedly is having a blast hanging out with her myriad of friends and family here – but no mo’ shows here till SXSW (and even that is still a “maybe”). 

It’s not so much that Austin is fickle, but there have been so many people moving here of late to play music that anyone not regularly out there in the local clubs may be forgotten or never even known of.  Those who know Ainjel and her music will want to know when and where she is playing (or just hanging out) in town, and those who do not should this time just trust Flanfire to know classy quality.  The title cut actually describes what is on the disc as you listen – everyone IS beautiful ,and this song cycle reveals a lot about the struggles we all may have as we seek redemption and renewal in our lives.  For her show’s finale (after a rousing version of Southern Man), Ainjel sat the band down and played a brand-new song of hers, “The Brutal Truth,” and you knew she has dealt with what none of us really wants to hear coming our way.

 

 THE RED RIVER – Little Songs about the Big Picture

 

You ought to get what this music is all about from the balloons on the CD jacket.  Songwriter Bill Roberts, who hails from Long Beach (CA), and this strange assemblage of musicians from various bands scattered all the way up to Portland (OR), swept into Austin a few weeks ago to play at show at the Scoot Inn.  The band stopped by Romeo’s Italian Grill, where my pal Kullen Fuchs was holding forth with his band, The Saddle.  Somehow he had agreed to provide at least a floor for some (surely not all?) of the band to sleep on the night before their show.

I started talking with a couple of the band members and somehow KNEW I could not miss that show.  And I was dead on right.  They started off singing in unison a cappella (there is a YouTube of the song somewhere in cyberspace) and from then on the audience had their rapt attention.  Songs like “Morning Routine” are, well, about just daily life – little songs (as Mo McMorrow calls her own beautiful poems) that do tell us a lot about what really matters in our lives (if we are paying attention, as my pal Jeff Lazaroff would say).    Another song, “Apple Valley,” begins with “We drove to your parents’ house in the desert, You gave us a tour, your history.   This is where I had my first kiss, here is the corner where my dad had his accident ….”  Yeah, sort of like journaling set to music – but the spirit of the songs is so vibrant that you get it – and you FEEL better just being in the room with this band. 

The Red River will be playing at ND 501 (that’s 5th and Brushy, just east of IH-35, and one of the best music venues in Austin that nobody knows about) on January 6th.  GO and get your heart washed, and then be looking forward to their many appearances during SXSW, notably at the Flanfire America SXSW Day Party at the Iguana Grill.  We will have more about music I have heard during 2010 – and about the music you will hear at the aforesaid Day Party – in coming reports.  And, OBTW, we MAY just be having some artists displaying their works (for sale, of course) during the big event at the Iguana.

Ainjel Emme with Kacy Crowley at Momo’s

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Dustin Welch: Whisky Priest — or Prophet?

The Whisky Priest and the Arc Angels – three nights in a row at Austin’s famed Continental Club!  April 22-24, 2009 — right before Doyle Bramhall II, Charlie Sexton, and Chris Layton leave town to play New York’s Fillmore Auditorium and then a dozen shows in London (11 at Royal Albert Hall) with the even more legendary Eric Clapton!  And all of that after Dustin Welch (whose brand-new CD is entitled, “Whiskey Priest”) celebrates the Resurrection as Easter Sunday begins at that same Continental Club after midnight on April 11th.

Okay — maybe that’s a little too heavy for the twenty-something son of longtime Nashville-based singer-songwriter Kevin Welch (with whom Dustin will be playing a BUNCH of shows next month at Gruene Hall).  But Dustin has never said that HE is the whisky priest (in fact, my pal Seth Woods, who doubles as worship leader at Mosaic, and his band Whiskey Priest are playing at the Carousel on April 13th).  Truth be told, Dustin is more of a prophet — and a storyteller of the highest order.

Witness his wonderful song, “Sparrows,” written to commemorate the lives of so many who came back less than whole from Vietnam (but equally applicable to returning Iraq war veterans).  “.. I’m stumbling down this back street of another town, upset every silo but I have yet to drown, and everywhere I turn expecting slander and scorn, for the life of me I beg to be reborn.  Gotta find somewhere to get out of the rain, this coat don’t keep the cold out anymore, and my heart don’t beat the same as it did before.” 

Maybe it his Native American heritage, maybe it is the mantle laid on five-year-old Dustin by the wonderful songwriter Harlan Howard — or maybe just the natural progression of a skinny little kid who developed his own style of banjo picking as he just naturally absorbed knowledge and energy from the belly of that Nashville songwriting culture.  What we all know about Dustin is that his songs just jump into your gut — with melodies and harmonies and, yes, layers of poetry and prose that most likely Dustin himself has to ponder over and over again as he and we search for the mysteries his music searches out and unveils.

Now, picking just ten of Dustin’s captivating songs for his first collection had to be the hardest job producer Mark Addison has done in quite a while (admittedly, with help from Dustin).  There are just so many good ones.  But here we open with “One False Move” (co-written with Willie Braun of Reckless Kelly), which just drives the ball out of the park — “At first glance, we’re still in the game, ah but there’s the desperate chance that hope just may remain … [but] until we come to see the error of our ways, we’re just one false move away.”  And that wailing guitar from Kyle Ellison and the House Band that also includes Joe Beckham on bass, Trisha Keefer on fiddle, and my favorite bagel maker Joe Humel on drums — plus Drew Smith on rhythm guitar and vocals and the glorious Savannah Welch keeping her brother happy with her positive energy and lovely voice. 

And that’s just the core of Dustin’s ever-expanding band of brothers (and sisters) who jump on stage now and then to join the chorus (that’s Drew who has the “choir”).  Other players on this CD include Mr. Addison himself, Bukka Allen (also the son of a famous songwriter), Brian Standefer, Suzanna Choffel, Jeremy Nail, Dan Dyer, Kacy Crowley, Mick Braun, Carrie Elkin and Susan Howe. 

“What Heartbreak Will Make You Do” (written with Kevin Welch and Claudia Scott) is another rocker but again with depths not noticed by the casual listener — “You keep telling yourself you’ve got it all under control but to me you’re just a long lost child … one of these days the time will come, you will find out that love is real …”  But earlier, the little slip “I’ve got all of the answers if you want ‘em but nobody ever listened to me.”  Gotta love that fiddle!  [Claudia's own version is smokier!  And you should definitely check it out -- both have that Kevin Welch tom-tom beat down at the bottom.]

Then there’s “Don’t Tell ‘Em Nothin’,” written with childhood friend Cary Ann Hearst  (see the pattern — Dustin says he likes to work with others so that his songs have different voices but what seems to be the case is that his friends and mentors act as mirrors to better help him see the vision he has had for his songs).  “Dirty Mind” has help from Sean Locke, while “Whisky Priest,” “Green Badge,” and “Two Horses” all were guided in part by Mark Germino, who will be joining Dustin on May 8th and 9th for two Austin shows.  And “Lower East Side” had help from another childhood pal, Justin Townes Earle, with whom Dustin played in The Swindlers band for years.  The all-out rocker “Empty Parking Lots” was a collaboration with Nail, Choffel, and dad (and who knows who all else?) — duly noted that Dustin gets everyone involved with his music and his life itself, and everyone who works with him gets a blessing.

I ran into Dustin on Tuesday night at the Saxon Pub, and he mentioned in passing that he was playing a set at House Wine with Kelley Mickwee and so after taking in a rare movie Thursday afternoon I headed over for a glass and some music — and found Kevin Welch also sitting in the living room.  Outside folks were prepping the “stage” (that is, the front porch) for an evening with nominees for the Texas Music Awards, so what transpired was an informal work session for Kelley and Kevin’s upcoming tour of Italy.  Afterward I stuck around for a while, stopped by Botticelli’s to check in on Jackie Bristow, and then went over to Lovejoy’s for more of Stretch Dawrson and fellow Mending Heart Gemma Donald (here from Scotland for Old Settler’s).  Then I ran into Dustin again that evening at the Hole in the Wall as we all reveled in the music of Sideshow Tragedy and celebrated Nathan Singleton’s birthday. 

But back to the review.  “Dirty Mind” is another hard-driving song that requires a jug and a jig, while “Whisky Priest” is a stomper that punches you right in the mouth:  “I am a man of faith, I am a child of the crow, and all my bed of angels, well they touch and they go, I get no self-satisfaction from salvation when it’s sold with a 10-digit digital magnetic  bar code ….” 

“Two Horses” I have written about — Dustin has placed their skulls on the back cover of the record — just to let you know that this song tells a lot more about what it is to be in his shoes than you might otherwise realize.  It is tough being able to see so much — how do you handle what you see, how to translate it into something that gets to the person(s) who need to hear but without scaring them off from that truth that might just save them from themselves.  Especially when that someone is you!

Maybe that’s a clue to the mysterious “whisky priest” on the album’s front cover — the layers of jewels and trinkets that keep you from seeing what the eyes of the priest are looking at.  But who knows?  It’s just cool.  And just listen to ”Lower East Side” – a song Lou Reed might endorse though written by two kids from Nashville who ought not know so much about his territory.  Trisha’s fiddle here is a thing of beauty — and the song is a classic.

But Dustin is, first off, a rocker — and we are back to “Empty Parking Lots,” a collaboration of the highest order and always a favorite at Dustin’s old Monday night shows at Momos.  Jeremy Nail (whose own brand-new record is nearly done – I can hardly wait!) lends his energy, and Suzanna Choffel her innate sultriness to a song that is to me like a rock and roll “The Road Goes on Forever” in that you just want to hear it over and over again.

“Green Badge” must come from Dustin’s Scotch Greens daze — the San Diego based band that opened for Flogging Molly and lived and died on the Warped tour.  The CD, as with many Dustin Welch live sets, closes with “Poorhouse,” which thankfully drains listeners (play this record L-O-U-D!) of all remaining energy and leaves them willing to wait for the next set of Dustin songs on disc.

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