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Americana Music Festival & Conference 2008: Days 1 and 2

Sarah Zupko and Karen Zarker
Photos by Sarah Zupko unless credited to the AMA.

Words by Karen Zarker and Sarah Zupko and Pictures by Sarah Zupko.

Day 1

Seated way in the back, the Ryman's notoriously excellent acoustics failed, somehow, for Levon Helm's Ramble. Couldn't hear the horns, couldn't hear Helm's singing all that well, either. Hope the folks who were filming that event for DVD had a better time of it than we. Several songs in, and we stepped out to see what else was shaking on the opening night of the festival.

We stopped at the Basement -- a cramped, somewhat down-in-the-heels place reminiscent of some of Austin's less than pristine venues (we're talking about you Emo's). But hey, we come for the music. Alas, we never got to hear it, as two big mouthed, drunken louts "Whooo hoo'd" at everything and everyone -- and the music hadn't even started. Some pretty little thing was setting up on the stage, her clingy dress showing her form rather nicely for anyone with eyes in their head. But the Louts seemed to feel compelled to assist anyone there who might be blind, and "Whooo hoo'd" her for our benefit, as well. Bet she felt flattered, boys, thank you very much. Impossible to hear one's own thoughts in this tiny space with these damned fools bellowing, we knew we'd never get to enjoy the music, either. Sorry, the Belleville Outfit, the everybodyfields, the Dedringers and Patrick Sweany, but the Basement seemed content to indulge the Whoo Hoos, and not you. We moved on before the show even started, cursing under our breaths.

Soon after we were pulling up chairs to the long tables at the Station Inn (with a car, it's very easy to get around Nashville for these showcases). Many years prior we'd stopped here for some bluegrass and the feel was as if we stepped into a revival tent. We'd best be converted, or perhaps move on. Rather intense, in that regard, on that day.

It's in this modest and yes, intense setting that PopMatters' favorite Mike Farris holds a regular Sunday night gig. We saw him live on a large stage at the Mercy Lounge at last year's Americana Music Fest -- with plenty of room for his band of won't-be-denied New Orleans-style horns and his trio of gorgeous back-up singers, The McCrary Sisters. Lord, how their sound filled every square inch of space in that large hall, wrapped around us and gave us a squeal-inducing squeeze. Yow! We'll be seeing him soon back at 3rd and Lindsley.

But this night, we were at the Station Inn in to hear artists new to us. Donna Beasley is lovely, if you like your decaf in the morning watered down with skim milk and just a granule or two of sugar. Looks good coming to the table, but alas, the brew is weak. An early morning kept us from staying for what appeared to be a folksy line-up tonight.

The first day at the Americana Music Festival was, alas, a bust for us. Others with more endurance and tolerance might say otherwise.

Day Two

Day two started with the incomparable Casey Driessen at the cozy Douglas Corner Café. Now that's a great venue for hearing really good music. You talk during someone's set there, you'll be hushed by the hard core, knowledgeable music devotees surrounding you. And get your butt in that chair, now, 'cause the artists start on time. Ah! Perfect.

We're figuring that when Driessen was a young man he sought out and found the Devil. He said, "Mr. Devil, I'll give you my soul if you let me play this violin like no other living man." The Devil looked him up and down slowly -- didn't take long, as he's a little fella -- sucked on the smoking piece of straw in his mouth and said, "Son, you can keep your soul. You're gonna need it when you step out on that stage. But I'm gonna make that violin play you."

And indeed it does. That sassy violin grabs Driessen by the scruff of the neck and has him shaking on his toes. We swear it thinks it's the smartest thing in the room, and dares you to try to keep up with it. Ever hear an instrument do a call and response, making it look so damned easy conversational-wise with itself? Uh huh. Keep up with us, here. Any chance you get to see this man perform live- er, this violin play this man -- go, and give yourself one hell of a treat.

Some head shaking appreciation of Driessen over a cocktail at the quiet, elegant bar at Maggiano's, and then we made our way to the Ryman, again, for the Americana Awards show.

Thank you, Americana Music Festival, for those second row, center seats, where we were in good company with many notables. Joan Baez, on hand to receive the "Spirit of Americana" Free Speech Award, sat behind us and Robert Plant, Alison Krauss and Mike Farris were just to our left. No complaints about acoustics this night. We could hear the sweat flying.

Courtesy of the AMA

Ryan Bingham's voice sounds like a truck tire on a gravel road, complete with rocks flying up and hitting the fender -- it's a good country sound.

Courtesy of the AMA

When Steve Earle walked out we thought it might be the ghost of Allen Ginsberg, such is his middle-aged resemblance. Mr. Earle, please leave New York. It's softened your sound and taken the edge off the anger that makes us wanna listen.

(You can see the awards results listed below.)

All the while there was Buddy Miller, sweet and modest, playing with the band. You'll see this talented man everywhere, in the band, with nary a notice 'til he steps up the mic and makes you smile so broadly.

Jason & The Scorchers - Courtesy of the AMA

So, too, Joe Ely (a personal favorite) gives his all, every time we see him, every venue -- from a room full of the reverent to singing over the fools blathering in the back, too damned ignorant to know what they're missing. The man is pure, raw talent, and he makes you zero in on his songs and listen close, the rest of the world be damned.

Earlier in the day, on our way to Jack's Bar-B-Que, we think we saw a construction crew on the roof of the Ryman, applying reinforcements in anticipation of Mike Farris (another personal favorite) and his kickass band. One song, "Oh Mary Don't You Weep" had the crowd testing the integrity of the Ryman's construction. We swear that building was jumping. Wonder if they taped the stained glass windows, lest they shatter.

Speaking of building-shattering performances, Jason & The Scorchers did not hold back even for the sacred old Ryman -- damn near twirled and leapt off the stage right into our second row laps. Tommy Womack has a write up in the program about Jason & the Scorchers that is high caliber music writing. If we find an online link to it, we'll plug it in here for your reading pleasure. Heck, if we had a scanner...

After a lengthy chatty Awards ceremony, we headed south to 3rd and Lindsley for the Joe Ely set. Yep, Ely is one of those people we're almost willing to follow to the ends of the earth. We were exhausted by this time, but 3rd and Lindsley has lots of tables and chairs (hallelujah) to rest our weary bones.

The always delightful Rosie Flores was dazzling the crowd with her sassy vocals and mean guitar when we stepped into the cozy place. James Intveld joined her for a few duets of pure honky tonk.

That set the stage nicely for Ely, who mostly played solo. Favorites like "All Just to Get to You" and "Me and Billy the Kid" roused the crowd and a new number "Homeland Refugee" proved equally compelling. The real treat of the evening was Ryan Bingham appearing on stage about halfway into the Ely set to sing a few songs with the Texas legend. They reprised their duet, "Southside of Heaven", from early in the evening at the awards show and sang a few more off Bingham's debut release.

Bingham's dry, crusty Texas twang rests ever so nicely next to Ely's more polished tones and they clearly feed off each other's energy. Here's hoping these two form a more permanent musical partnership and head out onto the road together. They just need to be sure to bring along ace accordionist Joel Guzman (Ely's frequent musical partner) as Ely's tunes -- anyone's, really -- benefit enormously from the fiery, soulful solos and flourishes of this instrumental master.

AWARD WINNERS

  • Album of the Year: Alison Krauss & Robert Plant/Raising Sand

  • Artist of the Year: Levon Helm

  • Duo/Group of the Year: Alison Krauss & Robert Plant

  • Instrumentalist of the Year: Buddy Miller

  • New Emerging Artist of the Year: Mike Farris

  • Song of the Year: "She Left Me for Jesus" by Hayes Carll and Brian Keane

    Additional Lifetime Achievement Honors were given to:

  • Spirit of Americana Free Speech in Music -- Joan Baez

  • Lifetime Achievement / Songwriting -- John Hiatt

  • Jack Emerson Lifetime Achievement / Executive -- Terry Lickona

  • Lifetime Achievement / Performance -- Jason & The Scorchers

  • Presidents Award -- Jerry Garcia

  • Lifetime Achievement / Instrumentalist -- Larry Campbell

  • Trailblazer / Nanci Griffith

  • Lifetime Achievement / Producer / Engineer -- Tony Brown

From genre-busting electronic music to new highs in the ever-evolving R&B scene, from hip-hop and Americana to rock and pop, 2017's music scenes bestowed an embarrassment of riches upon us.


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The Best Dance Tracks of 2017

Photo: Murielle Victorine Scherre (Courtesy of Big Beat Press)

From the "shamanic techno" of Parisian duo Pouvoir Magique to Stockholm Noir's brilliant string of darkly foreboding, electro-licked singles, here are ten selections that represent some of the more intriguing dance offerings of 2017.

In June of 2016, prolific producer Diplo lambasted the world of DJ's in an interview with Billboard, stating that EDM was dying. Coincidentally enough, the article's contents went viral and made their way into Vice Media's electronic music and culture channel Thump, which closed its doors after four years this summer amid company-wide layoffs. Months earlier, electronic music giant SFX Entertainment filed bankruptcy and reemerged as Lifestyle, Inc., shunning the term "EDM".

So here we are at the end of 2017, and the internet is still a flurry with articles declaring that Electronic Dance Music is rotting from the inside out and DJ culture is dying on the vine, devoured by corporate greed. That might all well be the case, but electronic music isn't disappearing into the night without a fight as witnessed by the endless parade of emerging artists on the scene, the rise of North America's first Electro Parade in Montréal, and the inaugural Electronic Music Awards in Los Angeles this past September.

For every insipid, automaton disc jockey-producer, there are innovative minds like Anna Lunoe, Four Tet, and the Black Madonna, whose eclectic, infectious sets display impeccable taste, a wealth of knowledge, and boundless creativity. Over the past few years, many underground artists have been thrust into the mainstream spotlight and lost the je ne sais quoi that made them unique. Regardless, there will always be new musicians, producers, singers, and visionaries to replace them, those who bring something novel to the table or tip a hat to their predecessors in a way that steps beyond homage and exhilarates as it did decades before.

As electronic music continues to evolve and its endless sub-genres continue to expand, so do fickle tastes, and preferences become more and more subjective with a seemingly endless list of artists to sift through. With so much music to digest, its no wonder that many artists remain under the radar. This list hopes to remedy that injustice and celebrate tracks both indie and mainstream. From the "shamanic techno" of Parisian duo Pouvoir Magique to Stockholm Noir's brilliant string of darkly foreboding, electro-licked singles, here are ten selections that represent some of the more intriguing dance offerings of 2017.

10. Moullinex - “Work It Out (feat. Fritz Helder)”

Taken from Portuguese producer, DJ, and multi-instrumentalist Luis Clara Gomes' third album Hypersex, "Work It Out" like all of its surrounding companions is a self-proclaimed, "collective love letter to club culture, and a celebration of love, inclusion and difference." Dance music has always seemingly been a safe haven for "misfits" standing on the edge of the mainstream, and while EDM manufactured sheen might have taken the piss out of the scene, Hypersex still revels in that defiant, yet warm and inviting attitude.

Like a cheeky homage to Rick James and the late, great High Priest of Pop, Prince, this delectably filthy, sexually charged track with its nasty, funk-drenched bass line, couldn't have found a more flawless messenger than former Azari & III member Fritz Helder. As the radiant, gender-fluid artist sings, "you better work your shit out", this album highlight becomes an anthem for all those who refuse to bow down to BS. Without any accompanying visuals, the track is electro-funk perfection, but the video, with its ruby-red, penile glitter canon, kicks the whole thing up a notch.

9. Touch Sensitive - “Veronica”

The neon-streaked days of roller rinks and turtlenecks, leg warmers and popped polo collars have come and gone, but you wouldn't think so listening to Michael "Touch Sensitive" Di Francesco's dazzling debut Visions. The Sydney-based DJ/producer's long-awaited LP and its lead single "Lay Down", which shot to the top of the Hype Machine charts, are as retro-gazing as they are distinctly modern, with nods to everything from nu disco to slo-mo house.

Featuring a sample lifted from 90s DJ and producer Paul Johnson's "So Much (So Much Mix)," the New Jack-kissed "Veronica" owns the dance floor. While the conversational interplay between the sexed-up couple is anything but profound, there is no denying its charms, however laughably awkward. While not everything on Visions is as instantly arresting, it is a testament to Di Francesco's talents that everything old sounds so damn fresh again.

8. Gourmet - “Delicious”

Neither Gourmet's defiantly eccentric, nine-track debut Cashmere, nor its subsequent singles, "There You Go" or "Yellow" gave any indication that the South African purveyor of "spaghetti pop" would drop one of the year's sassiest club tracks, but there you have it. The Cape Town-based artist, part of oil-slick, independent label 1991's diminutive roster, flagrantly disregards expectation on his latest outing, channeling the Scissor Sisters at their most gloriously bitchy best, Ratchet-era Shamir, and the shimmering dance-pop of UK singer-producer Joe Flory, aka Amateur Best.

With an amusingly detached delivery that rivals Ben Stein's droning roll call in Ferris Bueller's Day Off , he sings "I just want to dance, and fuck, and fly, and try, and fail, and try again…hold up," against a squelchy bass line and stabbing synths. When the percussive noise of what sounds like a triangle dinner bell appears within the mix, one can't help but think that Gourmet is simply winking at his audience, as if to say, "dinner is served."

7. Pouvoir Magique - “Chalawan”

Like a psychoactive ayahuasca brew, the intoxicating "shamanic techno" of Parisian duo Pouvoir Magique's LP Disparition, is an exhilarating trip into unfamiliar territory. Formed in November of 2011, "Magic Power" is the musical project of Clément Vincent and Bertrand Cerruti, who over the years, have cleverly merged several millennia of songs from around the world with 21st-century beats and widescreen electro textures. Lest ye be worried, this is anything but Deep Forest.

In the spring of 2013, Pouvoir Magique co-founded the "Mawimbi" collective, a project designed to unite African musical heritage with contemporary soundscapes, and released two EPs. Within days of launching their label Musiques de Sphères, the duo's studio was burglarized and a hard drive with six years of painstakingly curated material had vanished. After tracking down demos they shared with friends before their final stages of completion, Clément and Bertrand reconstructed an album of 12 tracks.

Unfinished though they might be, each song is a marvelous thing to behold. Their stunning 2016 single "Eclipse," with its cinematic video, might have been one of the most immediate songs on the record, but it's the pulsing "Chalawan," with its guttural howls, fluttering flute-like passages, and driving, hypnotic beats that truly mesmerizes.

6. Purple Disco Machine - “Body Funk” & “Devil In Me” (TIE)

Whenever a bevy of guest artists appears on a debut record, it's often best to approach the project with caution. 85% of the time, the collaborative partners either overshadow the proceedings or detract from the vision of the musician whose name is emblazoned across the top of the LP. There are, however, pleasant exceptions to the rule and Tino Piontek's Soulmatic is one of the year's most delightfully cohesive offerings. The Dresden-born Deep Funk innovator, aka Purple Disco Machine, has risen to international status since 2009, releasing one spectacular track and remix after another. It should go without saying that this long-awaited collection, featuring everyone from Kool Keith to Faithless and Boris D'lugosch, is ripe with memorable highlights.

The saucy, soaring "Mistress" shines a spotlight on the stellar pipes of "UK soul hurricane" Hannah Williams. While it might be a crowning moment within the set, its the strutting discofied "Body Funk", and the album's first single, "Devil In Me", that linger long after the record has stopped spinning. The former track with its camptastic fusion of '80s Sylvester gone 1940s military march, and the latter anthem, a soulful stunner that samples the 1968 Stax hit "Private Number", and features the vocal talents of Duane Harden and Joe Killington, feels like an unearthed classic. Without a doubt, the German DJ's debut is one of the best dance records of the year.

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