Hosannas are coming to Santa Barbara to play Muddy Waters on September 21st.   In advance of their arrival and the impending release of their new John Askew-produced record, the band has just released the first song therefrom, When We Were Young.

With When We Were Young, Hosannas have raised the bar yet again and impressively added to their stellar song list.

The song is an arresting amalgam, update and complication of the best of the 80s music on which we thrived back then.  One hears the influence of Joy Division, Echo and the Bunnymen, Gang of Four and other 80s bands, but Hosannas have made the sound their own with their inventive, vesper vocals and Brandon Laws’ stellar staccato stints on Stratocaster.

“When we were young we would move to this beat; I guess we would move ’cause we needed release.”

Exactly.  This song will make you move ’cause they’ve got the beat.  The propulsion of drums, synth and guitar swept us up.  Put it on replay and enjoy.

Hosannas–When We Were Young

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Kris Kristofferson has written and performed some of the great songs of the American songbook.  He is the Pendleton Poet; one of the best song wordsmiths to ever grace us.  Sometimes those summa cum laude’s from Pomona College and Rhodes Scholarships pay off.  His bio is dense, including a plethora of films, loves and laurels.  But for us the riches are in his songs, which have been performed by magicians (Cash, Joplin, Nelson) and regularly gripped the best sellers lists when there was merit in th0se lists.  His great song, Sunday Morning Coming Down, is amongst our all-time faves and has been covered by many of the greats.  We prefer the songwriter’s version below.

With economy, Kristofferson deftly conveys both the large and the small losses.  One of the best.

“Well I woke up Sunday morning
with no way to hold my head
that didn’t hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn’t bad
so I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt.
And I shaved my face and combed my hair and
stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

I’d smoked my brain the night before on
cigarettes and songs that I’d been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
cussing at a can that he was kicking.
Then I crossed the empty street and caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.
And it took me back to something
that I’d lost somehow
somewhere along the way.

On this Sunday morning sidewalk,
wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
‘Cause there’s something in a Sunday,
makes a body feel alone.
And there’s nothing short of dying,
half as lonesome as the sound,
on the sleeping city sidewalks,
Sunday morning coming down.

In the park I saw a daddy
with a laughing little girl who he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school and listened to a song that they was singing.
Then I headed back for home and somewhere far away
a lonely bell was ringing.
And it echoed through the canyons
like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

On this Sunday morning sidewalk,
wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
‘Cause there’s something in a Sunday,
makes a body feel alone.
And there’s nothing short of dying,
half as lonesome as the sound,
on the sleeping city sidewalks,
Sunday morning coming down.”

Kris Kristofferson–Sunday Morning Coming Down

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And for good measure, here are a couple of alternative takes by a couple of unknowns.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6w9F7zf_2mM

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E824r7KrVPw

Looking back the past few weeks, we have been mired in the dark and heavy, and not without good reason.  But let’s take a pause for some sheer joy.

Check out Mary Margaret O’Hara’s Anew Day for some uplift. Mary stole our musical hearts in 1988 when she released her only solo record, “Miss America.”  To this day we are caught out by the massive depth and variety to be found in this masterpiece.  She flits throughout from rock to country to jazz to cabaret, and makes it appear easy.  At the same time she alternates between the depths and the stars emotionally.  It’s all oh so:  life.  We were reminded of Mary (actress Catherine’s sister) when we saw she is scheduled to make a rare apperance at the POP Montreal International Music Festival on September 29th.  If only.  We’ll give Ms. O’Hara her full due another time.  For now enjoy the country-reggae lift of Anew Day, and remember:

“When your heart is sick with wonder
At a long and lonely way
Walk in brightness
‘Cause it’s anew day”

Mary Margaret O’Hara–Anew Day

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Oh, and check out this performance on David Sanborn’s long-lamented “Night Music” program from long ago.  Sheer magic.  She sings in tongues.

No, not that rolling, rockin’ version (as much as we are heavily RS in the RS vs. Beatles pop quiz).  No, we’re talking the Australian sibling act, Angus and Julia Stone.  These Stones first blipped on our radar a few years back when they caught a buzz in the music press.   And then their cautionary song, The Beast, was featured in the impressive 2007 charity compilation album, “Big Change:  Songs for FINCA”  (FINCA is an international, non-profit microcredit innovator).   And then some of you may have heard theses siblings in heavy rotation on “Greys Anatomy,” if you’re so inclined.

We think you’ll like their well-crafted, casual-but-clever melodies, with frequent string backing (on first listen  sometimes sounding too quiet storm-ish for us).  Both the Stones sing in the higher register, which makes for easy harmonizing.  Julia’s vocalese glides somewhere between Bjork and Joanna Newsom, while Angus is but a Josh Rouse or Al Stewart lower vocally (for those oldsters that know and like Mr. Stewart and his Year of the Cat, give Yellow Brick Road a listen).

Earlier this year, the band released their self-produced record, “Down the Way,” which quickly became the Number 1 album in Australia.  Once again, they diplomatically alternate on the record’s tracks like the good siblings they are.  Once you get into step with the Julia-Angus-Julia-Angus format, the feng and the shui of their alternate-takes leaves a broader emotional architecture.  Julia has an edge in her vocals and routinely renders the heart.  Angus sounds comparatively languid and weary.   Combined with the chamber-pop melodies and minimalism, and despite the occasional lyric failures, the Stones deliver a pleasing punch of restrained angst.

Roll with these Stones, and check out a few of their songs off “Down the Way” and The Beast below.

First up is Julia on the nostalgic Santa Monica Dream, which comes in all fingerpicky and soft, and then wrenches with Julia’s forget-him-not vocals (poor Rob) filled with remorse and impressions of infidelities.   Seems sometimes we can’t quit on unrequited love, no matter the cost.

Angus and Julia Stone–Santa Monica Dream

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Next up is Big Jet Plane, which reminds us of the recent flight patterns of a couple we know.  This song features a rare (for this duo) bounding bass line that properly propels and relays a jet-fueled relationship.  Hope we never disembark.

Angus and Julia Stone–Big Jet Plane

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And last is The Beast from the FINCA charity album.  Chiding and beguiling, in one fell swoop.

Angus and Julia Stone–The Beast

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Parental Advisory:

OK, we lied.  Again.  Finally, below is Angus’s stellar Draw Your Swords. With one reservation, we highly recommend the song (particularly for you Jeff Buckley fans). The referenced reservation is the song’s inclusion of a few jarring F-bombs.   We hear the song as an ode to monogamy, and the F-bombs to be taken literally–an admonition to not “entertain” others.   Starting with somber piano and hushed tones, the song builds to a howl, and then closes with Buckley reverence.

Angus and Julia Stone–Draw Your Swords

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No. 3, No. 4, No. 5, No. 6, on and on with this musician….  For us one artist could fill the remaining slots of The Real Country (in part, we know the limits of your twang patience).  Gram Parsons represented and still represents THE real country music.   No one else comes close.  No one in that realm has ever touched the creative brilliance and soulful authenticity that showered across our blue skies for a handful of years and then plunged into darkness in 1973.  It’s not even close.  We’ll write another time in full about Gram [Lefort:  A year later, it can be found HERE].  Suffice it to say for now that he invented the country rock genre, and played it out in the Byrds, the Flying Burrito Brothers, occasionally with the Rolling Stones, and solo (with Emmylou Harris).  And he paved the way for the “outlaws” movement and enabled Willie Nelson and Waylon Jennings to restore real country music radio for a while.  To this day his legacy remains strong, with the Santa Barbara Bowl recently hosting a phenomenal tribute concert to Parsons headlined by Keith Richards and Lucinda Williams.

But until another day, we give you his defining song, In My Hour of Darkness. Glen D. Hardin opens and regales throughout on honky tonk piano.  Emmylou Harris (who got her start with Parsons) co-wrote and sings like hell on this song (with Linda Ronstadt).   And we hear in this song that while Gram bottled up pain (and the bottle and his songs in turn poured it back out), his faith prevailed.  The chorus is testament.

Gram Parsons–In My Hour of Darkness

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“In my hour of darkness
In my time of need
Oh, Lord grant me vision
Oh, Lord grant me speed

Once I knew a young man
Went driving through the night
Miles and miles without a word
With just his high-beam lights
Who’d have ever though they’d build such
a deadly Denver bend
To be so strong, to take as long as
it would till the end

In my hour of darkness
In my time of need
Oh, Lord grant me vision
Oh, Lord grant me speed

Another young man safely strummed his
silver string guitar
And he played to people everywhere
Some say he was a star
But he was just a country boy,
his simple songs confess
And the music he had in him,
so very few possess

In my hour of darkness
In my time of need
Oh, Lord grant me vision
Oh, Lord grant me speed

Then there was an old man
Kind and wise with age
And he read me just like a book and he
never missed a page
And I loved him like my father
And I loved him like my friend
And I knew his time would shortly come
but I did not know just when

In my hour of darkness
In my time of need
Oh, Lord grant me vision
Oh, Lord grant me speed
Oh, Lord grant me vision
Oh, Lord grant me speed”

Traveling all the way from the Catskill Mountains in upstate New York, The Felice Brothers will be alighting in fair Santa Barbara to open for and back Conor Oberst at Soho on September 30th.   They paint their musical canvas with a dab of Dylan, a swath of the Band, and adollop of Josh Ritter, and then frame it in lyrics that limn history and storytelling.   Add to a fine discography their reputation for killing live, and you’ve got another must-attend show (oh, yeah, and Conor will be in residence too).  To prepare, here are a couple of songs off their latest record, “Yonder is the Clock.”

In homage to Ty Cobb’s grandaughter, a friend of ours who left this world too soon, first up is the touching Cooperstown, with its memorable, melancholic melody and delivery, and quintessential Americana tale.  And it’s almost October ferheavensake.  We particularly like the following stanza:

“Ty Cobb
You’re dead and gone
You had a game like a war machine
And through the great
Hall of Fame you wander
In Tigers Field
A girl in heels”

The Felice Brothers–Cooperstown

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And to give you a flavor for this band live, below is the infectious Run Chicken Run.

The Felice Brothers–Run Chicken Run

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Via special delivery comes Typhoon, a paltry 16-19 member collection out of Salem and Portland, Oregon.   Taking various pages from the Edward Sharpe/Arcade Fire/Sufjan Stevens/Cake books of music, Typhoon uses its group vocals, horns, strings and dynamic feel to good effect on their most recent record, “Hunger and Thirst,” on Tender Loving Empire.  The net effect may not (as yet) be as musically complex and challenging as fellow Oregonians, Hosannas or Menomena, but the promise is clear.  Typhoon is about to embark on a West Coast tour and will play in Santa Barbara on September 23rd, opening for their highly-touted label mates, Y La Bamba.

Below are a few songs to give you a feel for the varying musical weather systems making up this Typhoon.

First up is the opener on the new record,  Starting Over (Bad Habits). We love the sparseness, harmonies (at 1:21 for example), entry of the horns (at 2:06) and build, and then abrupt back-off.  Dynamics.

Typhoon–Starting Over (Bad Habits)

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Next up is the partly-acappella Ghost Train, with its reverent and revenantial feel, and great group harmonies at 1:35 and after.

Typhoon–Ghost Train

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And finally, we have the record closer, The Sickness Unto Death, atypically sporting solo guitar accompaniment. Given recent events, this song resonates strongly these days.

Typhoon–The Sickness Unto Death

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There are many other great tracks on “Hunger and Thirst” (especially White Liars and Belly of the Cavern) and the band’s other recordings so pick ’em up and give ’em their due.  And check out their set at Muddy Waters on 9/23.

For those that just can’t hang with the country music twang, we promise to get back to the other good stuff and mix it up.   But we can’t resist passing along another bona fide country music song while we’re thinking about it.

The Drive-by-Truckers hail from Georgia and Alabama, and have been killing for over a decade with their slamming and soulful live shows.  And while we love their heartfelt (country) rockers, we really get the feel for the grain of this band from their mid-tempo and slow songs.  Listen to their languorous, soul-filled song, Daddy Needs a Drink, from their record “Brighter Than Creation’s Dark.” The pain is palpable.  Our kingdom for a pedal-steel guitar.

Drive-by-Truckers–Daddy Needs a Drink

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It’s funny these days how we seem to have to delicately ask people if they are fans of country music.  To begin, neither the asker nor the askee knows WHICH country music is being asked about.  Each may wonder if the reference is to the dreck that has taken up the large majority of “country” radio station playlists over the last 20-30 years, or whether it is the stuff that resonates within like each word was sung in your soul?  Having listened almost exclusively to real country music in utero and until the Beatles showed up on The Ed Sullivan Show, we have a definite affinity with real country music.  We may not be able to define “real country music” (though we will try in the posts to come), but we know it when we hear it.

And with that as an intro, we are going to intermittently post songs that we believe define “real country” music and put the rest of that soul-less crud to pasture.  You may be surprised at times by what we consider to be real country.  We hope so anyway.

First up, for no particular reason, is Merle Haggard and his soaring ballad, If I Could Only Fly. We know that Haggard voices some interesting opinions that can make you scratch your head and/or groan.   But there is no denying that he has written and sung some great songs over the years.   This is one of those songs.  You can really feel the regret and longing in this song.  Check it out.

Merle Haggard–If I Could Only Fly

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