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Friday, February 29, 2008 - 14:35:26
Shannon Wurst atop a heifer in a Ft. Smith Christmas parade. Photo by katographic.
The Pine Hill Haints, the Huntsville, Alabama, band that played at White Water last night, caught my eye because they’re on K Records, the Washington State outfit that’s given us the Microphones and other lo-fi heroes. The Haints were nothing like those bands; they’re firmly rooted in Southern folk traditions. They’d been recording for four years before Calvin Johnson, K’s founder, ran into them on the road and liked them enough to release last year’s “Ghost Dance” on the label.
The Haints didn’t stray too far from the old-timey rock style that’s so popular around here – they played a rollicking “St. James Infirmary” and an equally energetic version of “The Cuckoo,” the song Greil Marcus considers the pièce de résistance of Harry Smith’s anthology – but their instrumentation brought a fresh twist to the standards. There was an acoustic guitar, of course, but also a washboard, a mandolin, a chrome reverb microphone, a single cymbal-less snare drum, and some sort of bass instrument that was essentially a piece of twine strung up between an upright broomstick and a bucket. About seven people in the room weren’t regulars or friends of the band, but anyone around caught one of the more wonderfully weird sets to come through Little Rock this year.
The Can Kickers, from New Haven, Connecticut, and Counterclockwise, apparently a Haints side project, opened the show. Counterclockwise, who brought a kazoo and a female vocalist into the mix, strayed towards the silly (e.g., an almost unrecognizable version of “When Doves Cry”). The Can Kickers played folk with a bit more gravitas. Although the singer’s voice didn’t quite seem up to snuff, some fine fiddle playing anchored the tunes.
Damn Bullets.
At White Water,
Silverton and the
Damn Bullets do varieties of weird old-time/folk/Americana/whatever you want to call it. There will be dancing and singing along, 9 p.m., $5.
In the Pecan Grove on Hendrix College’s campus, terrific power-pop band the
Nobility, from Nashville, play a free show, 9 p.m.
The Schwag, long the preeminent Grateful Dead cover group, come to Juanita’s, 9 p.m., $17.
If you don’t already have a ticket to the
Foo Fighters concert at Barnhill in Fayetteville, you're probably S.O.L. The show, featuring
Against Me! and
Hello Stranger is sold out, 7:30 p.m., $37.50.
Revolution hosts its monthly DJ series Zodiac, featuring
Jeremy Dawson of Shiny Toy Guns and
DJ Jen Lasher, 9 p.m., $15.
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ORIGINAL TOUGHMAN COMPETITION
8 p.m., Statehouse Convention Center. $16-$25.
You'll note that in this week's Arkansas Reporter (“State goes easy”), John Williams details the lack of regulation in Toughman competitions in Arkansas. A participant died just two weeks ago in Texarkana. Call me cynical, but I doubt that'll amount to even a blip in attendance. The appeal of watching one random guy kick another random guy's ass weighs too heavy. Or perhaps even more — the appeal of watching one random woman pummel another random woman. The only bio of a woman I have is for Angela “The Georgia” Peach (5 feet 4 inches, 150 pounds), a single mother from Little Rock, “who loves boxing, dirt bikes, running and just about anything outdoors.” On the men's side, we've got “Grandpa” Mike Cagle from White Hall (6 feet, 240 pounds), a 52-year-old autoworker who's apparently won before and wants to win again before he's “too old.” Then there's Robert “Too Tall” Davis from Searcy. He digs swimming pools and is an avid weight lifter and race car driver. He made it to the finals two years ago. The competition continues on Saturday.
Ugh. Here's the new Mike Myers movie, his first live action film since "Goldmember." It's the imperfect storm of three of Myers' tiredest comedic obsessions: Eastern mysticism, hockey and midgets. But! Justin Timberlake does a Quebecois accent!
Meagan Good is in it! Conway native
Graham Gordy co-wrote the script! Still.
Rockst*r and friends
FRESH8 p.m., Vino's. $5.
There are a lot of rappers on the grind in Little Rock, but none seem as adept at multi-tasking as Rockst*r. Busy nurturing a flourishing solo career — with new singles coming, lately, every couple of weeks — the MC has also found the time to take night classes, do voice work, grow his F.R.E.S.H. Goods clothing line of T-shirts and hoodies, perform steadily across the state and region and organize regular local concerts. Shew. On Friday, he's assembled a host of Little Rock's top young talent, including the 4X4 Crew, who put on a strong show at last week's Showcase; Young Taz of Next Page Records; the youth movement in Grim Muzik, Combination; 7 Deuce and Maxx of the Hip-Hop School, and Bonafied Music. The always-on-point DJ Discipline holds down the wheels of steel, Dirtbag hosts and of course Rockst*r will perform. Bring some dollars. Rockst*r will be ready to hook you up with some F.R.E.S.H. Goods for your spring and summer needs.
Thursday, February 28, 2008 - 13:39:52
Seether.
Point/Counterpoint review, featuring curmudgeonly yet indulgent boomer dad and alt-metal indoctrinated teenage son.
By Hunter and Tim Jones
We arrived during Seether’s set. From outside, the arena throbbed with a seismic wash of bass-heavy rawk. Checking my dignity at the door, I had an inappropriately intimate encounter with the security guy. The Lyle Lovett show wasn’t like this.
Son was turned away because his trendy watch chain was too weapon-like. Upon stashing the “weapon” under a rock, we entered the Decibel Dome.
Dad: I liked Seether better than I thought I would, but I like old people with acoustic guitars better.
Son: I know, dad. I prefer young people playing electric guitars. Loud ones.
Dad: Breaking Benjamin’s set was a ham-fisted sludgefest totally lacking all subtlety, nuance, or sense of dynamics. This stuff is brain-hammering derivative grunge-metal for teen lemmings.
Son: Dude, Breaking Benjamin was awesome. They rocked. I wanted to climb stuff and mosh shirtless. Why didn’t we get floor tickets?
Dad: Three Days Grace is no Joni Mitchell. They sure get everybody doing that devil-horn hand thing in unison, though. Dang, these kids sure are into that song “Pain,” where the word “pain” is projected in 30 foot letters behind the band. Jeez, these kids don’t know the meaning of the word: How many of these darn emo kids ever had to pay for health insurance? Insurance companies, there’s your “pain” (without love.)
Son: Dude, “I Hate Everything About You” and “Animal I have Become” rocked!
Dad: How did they rock?
Son: Dude, many ways: hard, well, a lot, awesomely. (Screams “Blaaaaaah!”)
Dad: The guy played an Alice in Chains song he says he grew up listening to. Like, kickin’ it old school. I am now officially 500 years old.
Son: Dude! That totally rocked!