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Thursday, November 15, 2001  

np: americana rises from the ashes of my heart...

good jesus mcchrist.

who played the cruel trick on setting up the greatest alt-country festival to ever exist for me while i was in london? i mean..shouldn't big celebrations of american roots music be going on in the united states rather than in london? it would make sense. but alas.

okay, so to recap:

night one: the handsome family/jim white - two of americana's most gothic contenders. and both put on shows to knock you speechless. the handsome family is just straight up old-fashioned macabre and it's beautiful. songs about people dyin' left and right. one of my favourites, my sister's tiny hands, recounts twin siblings, born wrapped around eachother, close as could be, and one day while picking sour apples (jesus! what writing!) the sister is bitten by a snake and dies. the narrator goes on a drunken binge killing snakes with a sharp stick afterwards. and what happens when he still hears her laughter in the wind? he fuckin' burns the forest down and chokes the river up with stones! and the song ends! holy god. they are stellar.

jim white is the spirtuality of the night. ghosts, drunks, demons and murderers. the lost souls of our bodily-vehicles wandering earth in a never ending dance of trying to find our way out of here. it's beautiful, beautiful stuff. any of his two albums are pure genius. pick them up if you can.

afternoon: i saw peter bruntnell play. a quite spiffy english roots/folk musician. he writes amazing stuff.


night two: the blind boys of alabama/steve earle - the blind boys finally got the rather stiff english crowd (we got fackin' shushed on opening night!) off their arses and into the aisles with their twenty (twenty!) minute long finale of american gospel. it was awe inspiring. not to mention a great cover of messr. tom waits' "down in the hole" from the franks wild years album.

steve earle, the ambassador of the new era of country-rock, knocked 'em dead. he's the master. i'll let it stand at that.


night three: eileen rose/the jayhawks - eileen rose was fairly good. massachutsettes folky.

the jayhawks..my god. i've been waiting years to see these guys live. and they did not disappoint. they laid out every song i was hoping they'd play and did a huge encore to boot. and they closed the festival. they are forever cemented in my hearts. i love the jayhawks. if you ever doubt the sincerity..the honesty..the god-damn downright brilliance of alt-country..go pick up the jayhawks' hollywood town hall or tomorrow the green grass and watch all your doubts fade away.


brynn's coming in less than a week. and i can't help but burst with giddyness. life in london is sweetest when it can be shared with the ones you love. immensely.

and i'm writing a lot. and i'm liking the output. and i'm excited to get back. and get on the move. and fackin' rock. i'm going to blow the barriers i've set in place back. it's time i put my mind to what i've said. i talk a good game.


now watch me move.

posted by J. Neas | 11/15/2001 06:46:00 PM


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