Marshall Crenshaw and the Bottle Rockets

Concert review- Marshall Crenshaw and the Bottle Rockets, Ponte Vedra Concert Hall, Ponte Vedra Beach, FL 1/25/13

(The ubiquitous Mr. Phledge gets some religion… alt-country style! — Ed.)

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” Welcome to the Hotel Ponte Vedra..”, as Don Henley might say!

” If you give me some direction/ I would give it a try/ It’s Friday night wherever I am/ And I feel like gettin’ high…” – Brian Henneman, ” Alone In Bad Company”

We can all relate! The little Baptist church on A1A just north of Guana State Park may have saved lots of souls over the years, but its mission was never more righteous than in its present incarnation as a concert venue. Praise the Lord and pass the earplugs! The tony Beaches area ( that’s PON- tuh  VEE-druh to the locals ) has golf and churches out the wazzoo, so the conversion ( take that, evangelicals!) to a concert venue has been widely applauded, and rightfully so. The former sanctuary is now an acoustically balanced listening room with comfy padded seats and a targeted capacity of about 800 lost souls seeking redemption through rock and roll.

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Hold that collection plate– I gotta hit the merch table!

With the Bottle Rockets winding their way south from the Famous Dave’s gig in Minny so ably reviewed by Harry last month to front and back Marshall Crenshaw’s tour, the odds seemed good to avoid any lingering lightning strike that might be waiting for one last heathen to cross that threshold. Does ” don’t Tase me, bro! ” count as a prayer?

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Not alone, but in bad company nonetheless!

The Rockets hit their Opening Act mark, striding onstage unassumingly at 8pm sharp, and promptly tore into their alt-country rock catalog with great vigor and enthusiasm that belied the thin crowd of jaded Ponte Vedrans for whom standing O’s are apparently reserved for the Symphony. Drawing heavily upon the tracks from their monster ” Live in Heilbronn, Germany” CD, Brian Henneman lead the band through ” Get Down River “, ” I Wanna Come Home “, ” Alone In Bad Company “, and their well-known ” Thousand Dollar Car “, which Henneman claimed could be found on the ” Springsteen conversion table on our website ” as the Bottle Rocket equivalent to  ” Born To Run “.  The band’s own twenty-year run was evident in the close guitar interplay between Horton and Henneman and the steady thumping of the rhythm section. Noting that Tom Petty was one of his favorite songwriters, Henneman shared his joy in ” playing a Rickenbacker in the state of Florida ” as a tribute to Gainesville’s gift to rock. The highlight was perhaps the driving ( pun intended) rocker ” Radar Gun “, with Horton blistering the strings to the crowd’s delight.

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” Get down, river, get down! “

The tight, all-too-short set ended with Henneman’s promise to turn like genies into the         ” Marshall Crenshaw Band “, which they magically did after a brief intermission.

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Marshall Crenshaw and the Bottle Rockets

Marshall and the Rockets have compatible tastes and mutual admiration, and the pairing worked well as Crenshaw played a rousing set of original tunes highlighted by two outstanding covers of Richard Thompson’s ” Valerie ” and Buddy Holly’s ” Crying, Waiting, Hoping “, and his recent vinyl release ” I Don’t See You Laughing Now “. Crenshaw has adapted to the current self-release business model by putting out a new EP on wax every couple months, and touring behind old favorites like  ” Mary Anne” and ” Cynical Girl “. His voice was clear, strong, and charming, and his guitar chops were welcomed into the          ” three guitars or a life of crime ” lineup with Henneman and Horton. But unlike any church service known to mankind, the show ended all too soon, with the lights coming on and people giving the Peggy Lee ” Is That All There Is? ” look to their fellow worshipers .

A final note of props and love to local promoter Tib Miller for bringing great acts to small venues at considerable financial risk. Buy that man a drink the next time you see him, and get your ass out to the rock show!

( Our apologies for the photos. Phledge has apparently found a camera app that renders photos like his world view– dark, unfocused, and without perspective! — Ed. )

After the Scene Dies: Remembering the 400 Bar

(“Somali Children’s Center is Likely to Replace 400 Bar” Minneapolis Star Tribune, December 29, 2012)

If you weren’t aware of its place in Twin Cities musical history, you would not likely give a second glance at the nondescript 2-story red and black building on the SW corner of Cedar & Riverside in Minneapolis’ West Bank neighborhood. Walking through the side entrance (the front door was walled off long ago) was an equally underwhelming experience, revealing a long bar along the wall by the entryway, a few shabby booths and ripped up stools with uneven legs, and red, red walls throughout. But, oh, if these walls could talk, what a story they’d tell!

The news that the Sullivan brothers, Tom and Bill, were calling it quits after 17 years of running the 400 Bar was greeted with a mix of emotions by the Twin Cities’ music community: dismay at the loss of another live music venue; nostalgic reminiscing over memorable past shows; and acknowledgement that the sale of the bar is simply further evidence of the changing character of the neighborhood, as the largest Somali community outside of Somalia becomes more settled in its new surroundings. For this writer, it’s an opportunity to reflect upon the bar’s role in shaping one man’s musical tastes.

Before the Sullivans took over, the 400 Bar was part of a network of bars and clubs that made the Cedar-Riverside area a magnet for folks looking for the heart of a Saturday night. Drawing initially on the convenient patronage of students from the nearby University of Minnesota and Augsburg College, the West Bank became a destination point for young people throughout the metropolitan area, as well as out-of-towners who got the word that The Scene was here. Folk and blues artists like Spider John Koerner, Dave “Snaker” Ray and Tony Glover; Bill Hinkley and Judy Larson; Dakota Dave Hull and Sean Blackburn kept things lively at The Coffeehouse Extempore. Willie Murphy and The Bumblebees, The West Bank Trackers, Doug Maynard et al. were regulars at places like the Triangle Bar, the Viking Bar, and the Seven Corners Saloon. Pioneering local reggae/calypso stalwarts Shangoya put on many a memorable show upstairs at the old Dania Hall. Sadly, most of those venues no longer exist, falling victim to changing times, tastes, demographics and economics. (The whole scene is chronicled much better than space permits here, in Cyn Collins’ excellent 2006 book, “West Bank Boogie.”)

The 400 Bar certainly had a piece of that West Bank action. Before the bar doubled in size, to its current dimensions, the cramped stage was located right up front, behind the big window overlooking Cedar Avenue that drew in passersby wondering “Who’s playing?” Willie and the Bees could barely squeeze their 6 or 7 members onto the stage. Koerner, Ray & Glover played there often, individually or in various combinations. The West Bank was a supportive environment for Twin Cities musicians in the 70’s and 80’s and the 400 Bar played a vital role in nurturing the creative local talent base.

The character of the bar began changing when the Sullivans took over approximately in 1995. They expanded the bar into the space next door and moved the stage away from the front window and into the new space. Bill Sullivan had been the tour manager for popular local bands Soul Asylum and The Replacements, as they rose to national prominence. He and his brother, Tom, widened their search for talent and began booking lesser known but up and coming bands and artists. Bands that went on to national prominence, such as Arcade Fire, Bright Eyes (Conor Oberst), Sharon Jones & The Dap Kings, The Heartless Bastards, Elvis Perkins and Justin Townes Earle, all made their Twin Cities debuts at the 400. The Missus and I recall young Mr. Earle OPENING for The Felice Brothers at the bar – roles that would certainly be reversed today.

We were privileged to see many a fine show at the 400. Patterson Hood of the Drive By Truckers made his only two solo Twin Cities appearances there (these were true solo shows, unlike his recent appearance with The Downtown Rumblers, reviewed earlier on this site). Split Lip Rayfield chose the 400 for their Minneapolis return engagement following the death of founding member Kirk Rundstrom. The first of several times we saw Marah there ranks as one of the best bar shows ever, as we marveled at Serge Bielanko duck-walking atop the half wall separating the front and back bar area, all the while blowing a furious harp solo. The Heartless Bastards, Jason Isbell & The 400 Unit, The Baseball Project, Southern Culture on the Skids, James McMurtry, The Bottle Rockets, The Deadstring Brothers, Centro-Matic – we can thank the 400 Bar for giving us our first look at these bands, among many, many others. And, we never tired of seeing iconic local musicians Willie Murphy, Spider John, or Tony Glover perform there.

Although no longer as densely packed with music venues as it was in its heyday, the West Bank remains well-populated with places to see live music. The Nomad World Pub, Triple Rock Social Club, Acadia Cafe, Red Sea, and Palmer’s Bar all cater to various musical genres. The Cedar Cultural Center books a wide variety of folk, rock, blues and world music acts, and at the Southern terminus of the West Bank, past the I-94 underpass, Whiskey Junction, The Joint and the venerable Cabooze all do brisk business every weekend. Still, it will be interesting to see who picks up the slack left behind by the 400’s closing. The challenge, in this Twitter/Facebook/Myspace age will be sifting through the plethora of information out there, to cull out the artists deserving of wider exposure. At this, the 400 Bar excelled, and for this, it will be missed.

The Bottle Rockets Explode at Famous Dave’s, Minneapolis, MN, 12/29/12

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There’s nothing like a double dose of electric guitar to chase away the winter chill, and The Bottle Rockets did just that on a cold December night in Minneapolis. With lead singer/songwriter Brian Henneman on the Rickenbacker and John Horton on the ubiquitous Les Paul, The Bottle Rockets have as potent a two-guitar lineup as any band working the bar scene today. It would be convenient, but also misguided, to draw comparisons between Horton and Henneman, and the prototypical American rock guitar duo, Duane Allman and Dickie Betts. Where the Allmans’ sound was rooted in the blues, The Bottle Rockets’ heritage is country – particularly, the outlaw country branch of the family tree. Given Brian Henneman’s previous stint as guitar tech/roadie and occasional contributor to the seminal alternative-country band, Uncle Tupelo, it’s appropriate to hang the alt-country label on them (“whatever the hell that means,” as the T-shirts the band hawks wryly note). Rounding out the group, charter member Mark Ortmann pounds out the rhythm while Keith Voegele plays bass and adds harmony vocals.

The Rockets played two 75-minute sets, the first being devoted primarily to familiar favorites, with a couple of new tunes thrown in, while the second set featured deeper cuts from the band’s extensive catalogue. Opening with “Way It Used To Be,” from their last studio release, 2009’s “Lean Forward,” the band then debuted a new song, “I Wonder If She’s Real,” showcasing the band’s signature twin lead guitar sound. The band’s current lineup has been in place for nearly eight years now, and the guitarists’ familiarity with each other is obvious onstage, as Horton and Henneman easily play off one another, trading licks and fills, and coming together in gorgeous harmonics.

Returning to the “Lean Forward” album, the band got slinky with “Hard Times,” with its N’awlins’ second-line feel, then brought out the twang on “I Wanna Come Home.” After one more new number, Henneman made the obligatory pitch for the merch table, noting that on a cold winter night in Minnesota the trick to staying warm is to dress in layers. “So buy a T-shirt!” The shill worked, as folks flocked to the stage during the break to purchase shirts and other band memorabilia.

But first, there was a lot more music to be played. “Get On The Bus” started out slightly slowed down from the album version, with some fine solo guitar work by John Horton, then went through a number of tempo changes as the bus roared on along its route. “Kerosene,” a slow, mournful ballad about an impoverished family who died in a trailer fire (“If kerosene works, why not gasoline?”) was delivered without a trace of sentiment. Shaking off the melancholy tone, the band shifted to the uptempo “When I Was Dumb,” followed by “I Fell Down,” and “Alone In Bad Company.” Horton then switched to lap steel for “Get Down River,” a plea to a flooding river to return to its banks. Highlights from the close of the first set included a rocking “I’ll Be Coming Around,” segueing into the wry, cautionary tale of the “$1,000 Car” (“A thousand dollar car it ain’t worth nothin’/A thousand dollar car it ain’t worth shit/Might as well take your thousand dollars/And set fire to it”). “Indianapolis” was given a rousing, rollicking treatment, “Welfare Music” featured more intricate interplay between the two guitarists, and the set came to a close with an urgent reading of “Around The Bend.”

Henneman introduced the second set as “the set of way lesser played songs,” although, in truth, there were a fair number of familiar songs as well. Included in the set were two gems off the band’s tribute to the late Doug Sahm, “Songs of Sahm”: the beautiful ballad “I Don’t Want To Go Home,” with Horton once again adding exquisite touches on the lap steel, and “At The Crossroads” (“You can’t live in Texas if you ain’t got a lotta soul!”). The sinister sounding “Dinner Train To Dutchtown” segued into the uptempo romp “Waitin’ On A Train,” followed by the mournful breakup song “Smoking 100’s Alone,” with John Horton switching back to lap steel again.

With the lateness of the hour, the crowd began thinning, which was a shame, as some of the best moments of the night were to follow. Brian Henneman’s solo on “Things You Didn’t Know” was a highlight of the set, as was the ode to Ole Blue Eyes’ daughter, “Nancy Sinatra,” followed by “Gravity Fails.” “Love Like A Truck” got the big rave-up treatment & brought a few dancers (mostly women) on to the floor. Acknowledging the cheers afterward, Henneman cracked, “We like to hear women say ‘Oh my God!’ at our shows!” Before closing with “Turn For The Worse” (an almost note-for-note copy of Dylan’s “You Ain’t Goin’ Nowhere”), Henneman made a final comical pitch for the merch table, noting “Your merchandise purchases are the difference between a Motel 6 and a Super 8 for us tonight!”

The end of the year marks a significant anniversary for the band, as Henneman noted: “At the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Eve, The Bottle Rockets turn 20!” With the current lineup comfortably in place and obviously enjoying what they’re doing, there’s every reason to hope that they’ll be comin’ around, knockin’ our back doors down, for another decade or two. But, in the music business, nothing can be taken for granted, so make yourself a New Year’s resolution to get out and see this band if they play anywhere near you in 2013. You’ll be glad you did.