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Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Photo Show: No Doubt at Blossom

Posted By on Tue, Jun 30, 2009 at 4:48 PM

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Whiskey Daredevils Tour Diary: Day 9, Ravensburg, Germany

Posted By on Tue, Jun 30, 2009 at 9:00 AM

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The Whiskey Daredevils just returned from a road trip in Europe. Frontman Greg Miller fills us in on what happened.

I sit in the van seat, which has only one position, that being a military straight up back posture. Somehow I manage to drop blissfully into a deep slumber, maybe for the first time in three days. “Hey Greg! Greg! Want to hear about these chicks I met at the after hours last night?” Leo has awoken me for the eighth time in the last 48 hours. He is relaxed, rested, and worry free. I want to kill him.

“Yeah, this girl was going to get her bag and go with that one Swiss guy with the fucked-up mustache right? But he didn’t have any place to go with her, so I totally was going to do him a solid.”

“Well, what were you going to do?” I ask in a measured tone. “Let him into the bunk area and they would have sex next to me and the snoring guy with the scary hand?”

“No Dude! The van! The van! But then her friends grabbed her before she could go off with him.”

Glad I wasn’t sitting in a damp spot from some early morning Swiss coupling, I closed my eyes and tried to put a game plan together on Operation Regroup 2009. I am going to have to get to sleep somewhere, and there is no hotel rate I will not pay for a private room of my own. If Ravensburg has only a Ritz Carlton with the Presidential Suite, I will take out whatever savings necessary for a solid five hours of sleep. No price is too high. I am very jagged right now.

Miraculously a half-block from the Café Balthus is a charming little Gasthaus. I spot it while we were driving in, and the second we stop the van I leap into action. I wordlessly grab my bag, walk up the hill to the hotel, and get a room. The room is large with a soft double bed. The curtains on the open windows breathe in and out with the breeze from my private roof top garden. I check in at 5:02. I am fast asleep by 5:04.

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Monday, June 29, 2009

This Just In: Concert Announcements

Posted By on Mon, Jun 29, 2009 at 3:58 PM

Chiddy Bang: 9 p.m., free 21+/$5 18-20, Sun., Sept. 6. B-Side Liquor Lounge.

The Clumsy Lovers: Tavern, Fri., Aug. 21, 7 p.m., $10. Beachland.

Cracker: Ballroom, Fri., Aug. 28, 9 p.m., $20 ADV/$22 DOS. Beachland.

Marshall Crenshaw: Tavern, Tue., Sept. 29, 8 p.m., $15 ADV/$17 DOS. Beachland.

DEVOtional: Ballroom. Devo convention, with merch, entertainment, and more. Noon, $20, Sat., Aug. 29. Beachland.

Jonathan Edwards: Ballroom, Sat., Aug. 22, 8 p.m., $28 ADV/$30 DOS. Beachland.

Ethyx/Olivia Mancini & the Mates: Sat., July 11, 8 p.m., $8. Wilbert's.

Grammar Debate/Adam & Dave's Bloodline (ex-Marah, Squad Five-0): 9 p.m., $10, Fri., Aug. 14. Wilbert's.

Gringo Star: Tavern, Mon., Aug. 24, 8:30 p.m., $7. Beachland.

Iphonic/Naming the Fallen/Copycat Crises: Thu., Aug. 20, 7 p.m., $8 ADV/$10 DOS. Peabody's.

Eddie Jobson: The Ultimate Zero Project: Ballroom, Fri., Aug. 21, 8:30 p.m., $28 ADV/$30 DOS. Beachland.

Ian McLagan: Tavern, Sun., July 19, 8 p.m., $15 ADV/$17 DOS. Beachland.

Michelle Malone: Tavern, Mon., Aug. 10, 8 p.m., $12. Beachland.

Michael Burks/Juke Hounds: Thu., July 30. Wilbert's.

Mother Mother/Posh Army: Tue., Aug. 25, 8 p.m., $7. Grog Shop.

Mudvayne/Black Label Society/Bury Your Dead: Wed., July 29, 8 p.m., $33. Covelli Centre (Youngstown).

Mutemath: 7 p.m., $20 ADV/four-pack general admission tickets $60 (LiveNation.com), Sat., Sept. 26. House of Blues.

Nebula/the Entrance Band/Forged in Flame: Sun., Aug. 16, 7 p.m., $10. Peabody's.

Portugal the Man/Analog: Fri., Aug. 7, 8 p.m., $10 ADV/$12 DOS. Grog Shop.

Powerman 5000: Fri., Oct. 30, 7 p.m., $14 ADV/$17 DOS. Peabody's.

Red Wanting Blue: Fri., July 10, 8 p.m., no cover. Barley House.

Rosewood Thieves: Tue., July 14, 8 p.m., $8. Wilbert's.

RoverFest 2009, featuring Saliva, DMC, and more: Also comedian Jim Florentine, local bands, and more. After-party at Sin Nightclub. 4 p.m., $6 DOS/$10 DOS, Fri., July 24. Voinovich Park.

Tom Russell: Tavern, Wed., Oct. 7, 8 p.m., $20. Beachland.

Seneca (Ireland): Wed., Aug. 19, 8 p.m., $7. Wilbert's.

Sonata Arctica: Fri., Oct. 16, 7 p.m., $16 ADV/$18 DOS. Peabody's.

These United States: Tavern, Wed., Aug. 19, 8:30 p.m., $8 ADV/$10 DOS. Beachland.

They Might Be Giants: Ballroom. 8 p.m., $22 ADV/$25 DOS, $2 surcharge ages 14-20, Thu., Oct. 15. Beachland.

Vader/Warbringer/the Amentia: Decibel magazine's Nuclear Blast Winter Tour, Thu., Nov. 12, 6 p.m., $14 ADV/$17 DOS. Peabody's.

Vital Remains/Fierce Allegiance/What Lies Beneath the Tide: Wed., Aug. 5, 7 p.m., $10 ADV/$12 DOS. Peabody's.

The Warlocks/the Morning After Girls/the Vandelles: Sat., Aug. 8, 8 p.m., $12. Grog Shop.

Dale Watson & His Lonestars: Tavern, Mon., Aug. 17, 8 p.m., $15. Beachland.

ZO2: Tue., Aug. 4. Hi-Fi Concert Club.

Concert Review: Yiddishe Cup

Posted By on Mon, Jun 29, 2009 at 10:31 AM

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The bubbas were dancing in the aisles by the time Yiddishe Cup concluded its second set, headlining the 31st annual free Workman’s Circle Yiddish Concert at Cain Park’s Alma Amphitheater Sunday evening. Dedicating the old Jewish favorite “Bay Mir Bistu Sheyn” to Jack Saul, a stalwart of the concert’s organizing committee who died May 1, the six-man klezmer ensemble and their two guest performers, singer Shawn Fink and Hawaiian steel guitar and ukulele player Gerald Ross, kicked out the jams, Yiddish-style, complete with a sizzling trombone solo from Steve Ostrow. It capped an evening of yucks, groans (some of the jokes were terrible), sentimentality and impressive musicianship. Fink’s vocals on numbers like “Hallelujah” had a suave ripeness that could have earned him a spot in the Rat Pack. Other tunes were sung with verve by guitarist Irwin Weinberger. A distinctive klezmer version of “A Hard Day’s Night” was introduced by band lead Bert Stratton, who said “It’s in Yiddish except for ‘I feel alright’ — there’s no way to say that in Yiddish.” In mid-number, a troop of dancers clad in Afro wigs and loud bellbottoms burst on stage to add to the general zaniness. A pair of jitterbuggers augmented a swing number, and a broadly comic version of “My Yiddish Mama” featured the group’s “shtickmeister” Daniel Ducoff dressed in drag as the titular character strutting out into the auditorium followed by Weinberger, while the band worked some of ’50s hit “Little Darlin’” into their anything-goes rendition. — Anastasia Pantsios

MIck Boogie and Terry Urban return

Posted By on Mon, Jun 29, 2009 at 10:20 AM

1f26/1246285333-mboogie.jpgHip-hop aficionados Mick Boogie and Terry Urban welcomed rap icon MC Hammer to the Press Play Show, their weekly showcase on Eminem's Shade45 Sirius/XM satellite radio station. Take a full listen here.

The expatriate Cleveland DJs are returning home for the holiday weekend. Catch them Friday, July 3 at Ultra (1212 W. 6th St., 216.555.7716) and Saturday, July 4 at House of Blues (308 Euclid Ave., downtown). The Saturday party is Word of Mouth's annual True White Affair, a white-attire party hosted by Babylon. These shows always sell out, so get tickets early. — D.X. Ferris

Whiskey Daredevils Tour Diary — Day 8: Winterthur

Posted By on Mon, Jun 29, 2009 at 9:00 AM

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The Whiskey Daredevils just returned from a road trip in Europe. Frontman Greg Miller fills us in on what happened.

We wake up with plenty of time to kill before the short drive to Winterthur. We split up in the brilliant noon sunshine on the cobblestone streets of the old city. The town is even prettier today than in the cloudy murk of yesterday afternoon. Leo is especially hungover, and I leave him unattended at a small unfashionable coffee shop. The main street has become a farmer’s market where a packed crowd of all ages jostles for position to get the vendor’s attention. An amazing cheese cart fills a wide area with an earthy funky smell that spins me around like a hound on a scent. I consider buying a little bit of everything, but the communication gap will be very tricky. These old ladies running the cart don’t fuck around. Time is money, and the last thing they want to deal with is some jackass that can’t follow the system. I leave without any cheese, tail firmly between legs.

I take a quick walk down the street and grab a sausage from the Swiss version of Bob Hite from Canned Heat. At every outdoor café, women in their 50s are knocking back cold ones taking a break from their shopping. Wouldn’t American grocery stores be more fun if you could have a chilly micro brew every few aisles? I ignore the call of the cafes and walk into the cathedral located at the most prominent position in town. Built by the Sun King, I am knocked out by the clean white lines and lavish gold interior. There is also a monster pipe organ that I would love to hear “Green Onions” played on. This Swiss lifestyle is A-OK.

When I return to the van, I learn Christoph has sent Leo out for a beer to help bring his hangover under control. “I told him in Germany this is what we always do to make a hangover go away.” he says laughing. When I ask if he is worried Leo will get sick, he says, “Oh yes! I hope so! That would be PERFECT.” Certainly, this will propel the day in an interesting direction. Leo eventually returns to the van looking even worse than when he first left. He crawls onto the bench seat and falls into a deep sleep almost immediately while I look out the window wondering when I can sleep like that.

We head to Gaswerk, the club where we are scheduled to play first on some four band psychobilly festival. It’s a fairly large hall, so it’s a real drag to be first. We are usually head and shoulders better than most bands we play with here. The fear is we will play to nobody, and then have to watch a bunch of shitty psychobilly bands play zombie, monster, and vampire songs. I mean, I write plenty of stupid songs, but not that stupid. I find a song about Gary Kane blowing off Little Steven much more interesting than “Night of the Vampires”. But that’s just me… I appreciate the finer things in life.

The bill is actually more varied than the poster seems to convey. Brigitte Handley and the Shadows is an all girl band from Australia. They are very friendly, and their drummer “Ned” hangs out with us for a while. She is a woman of some Pacific Rim nation descent (I didn’t ask), and really throws you for a curve with her Australian accent. Think if Lucy Liu said, “Good day Mate! Crikey!” She’s studying Aboriginal genetics/medical history, AND plays drums in a pretty cool band. What a great combination! Also hanging out is Mars Attacks!, a Swiss/Austrian band playing straight up retro rockabilly. Their bass player is super friendly, and has the best retro thrift store clothes ever. In fact, he has already made two outfit changes before soundcheck, so I can’t wait to see what he wears on stage. By his request, I have posed for pictures with him at each outfit change including the one Christoph calls “Mr. Leisure”. It’s an amazing tan jumpsuit with high waisted belt line accented by blue and tan rope shoes. I think Jack Lalaine would have worn this very outfit in an early 1960s TV appearance.

“Frenzy” is the headliner, and are vets of the late 80s psychobilly movement. I don’t really know too much about them, but I think I have a couple songs of theirs on a compilation disc. They are traveling with (I guess) their European tour manager, “Lonesome”. Lonesome is a very tall German that is chain-smoking cigars with his promo company logo on the cigar band. He is very happy to be hanging out with the band, and you can tell he adores these guys. In fact, he has adopted some sort of faux English accent to help fold himself further into the clique. Steve, Frenzy’s bass player and de facto leader, is a very loquacious talker and dominates conversation. He tends to throw a little attention to Lonesome every few minutes, and Lonesome really eats it up. You can tell Lonesome loves being the “all access guy with laminate”, and is very attentive serving the needs of the band. Hell, how can I get Christoph to check if I need a beer every 15 minutes or so? Why isn’t Christoph telling me the food is ready? If I could get used to that cigar smoke, I’d try to get that Lonesome guy in the van.

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Friday, June 26, 2009

Concert Review: Def Leppard, Cheap Trick, Poison

Posted By on Fri, Jun 26, 2009 at 8:54 PM

Putting together a summer concert package can be tricky business, but the pairing of Cheap Trick with Poison and Def Leppard this summer was a match made in 80’s glam rock heaven. Although Def Leppard closed the show, this was definitely more of a co-headlining gig, as both Poison and Def Leppard had legions of devoted fans in attendance.


Cheap Trick kicked off the show with a decent mix of old and new material. Being together with a fairly steady lineup for 35 years has honed their chops and the quartet did not miss a beat. Singer Robin Zander has never sounded better vocally and the new material from their fresh release entitled “The Latest” meshed well with their older material.


Next, Poison took the stage and the “Rock of Love” wannabes went wild. Poison consistently gives solid live shows and tonight was no exception. Bret Michaels worked the crowd with his usual bravado, strutting and preening between C.C. Deville and Bobby Dall. Aside from the excessive guitar and drum solos Poison is famous for, the show rolled out the hits. Classics such as “Every Rose Has Its Thorn” brought more than a few tears and rollicking favorite “Nothing But A Good Time” closed the show.


Def Leppard finished the evening with a set filled with classic cuts. The sound for Def Leppard was definitely better than Poison’s and singer Joe Elliot’s voice could be heard all the way to the parking lot. “Pour Some Sugar On Me” saw the band still tight and using every inch of the stage to enliven the crowd. Closing the show with “Rock of Ages” as an encore, Def Leppard proved some bands are timeless. — Lois Elswick

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