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29
Oct
10

* The Independents, The F’n A-Holes @ The Handlebar. 10/21/10

Halloween is around the corner, Christmas is stalking you from a store down the street and Santa Claus is dropping off the Misfits on Pensacola’s doorstep a week after Black Friday. This year is ending with a crazy bang! But it’s safe to say that Glenn Danzig and Jerry Only won’t patch things up before December 2, so my lifelong dream of seeing Danzig belt out “Hybrid Moments” will go unfulfilled.

But if Jerry Only gets tired of being the punk rock Sting, he can wield his Devastator Bass while giving Evil Presley, lead singer of The Independents, a shot at vocal duties for one of the most revered bands in punk history. Why? Because Evil Presley and his band The Independents rock! Just ask anyone that witnessed their show at the Handlebar recently.

The opening act was the F’n A-holes from Alabama. I knew I was in for an interesting time when Jimmy Lamar announced, from behind the bar, that the F’n A-holes had exceeded their free alcohol limit. This was 30 minutes before the show had even started. When the band finally launched into their set, no one could escape their brand of Rock-a-billy meets Metal, meets Southern Fried humor. One example of which was their tune “When it Comes to Bad Luck, I’m Always Lucky.” Which Joey F’sticks (lead vocals/guitar) announced was a “Country and Western song….Heavy on the Western.” Anchored by Rob Rockford (drums) and Chris Charlie (bass) the F’n A-holes will make you move your feet and laugh in all of the spaces in between.

After the break, it was time for The Independents to take the stage. The last time I saw them perform was 7 years ago and I’m glad to say that they haven’t lost a step. Some people call their genre of music horror ska, but their set on this night was straight up punk with razor sharp metal undertones dancing below the surface. Evil Presley is a riot. He takes several cues from the Misfits founding frontman, but he is as tall as a mountain, big as a bear, and I guarantee you won’t find any clips of him getting knocked out floating around the internet. For as intimidating as he looks, Evil is as down to earth as a lead singer can get. Hanging out with the crowd, before, during and after the show, he also has the vocal chops and charisma to keep the crowd entertained. Matching Evil in intensity and fun were the rest of the Independents; fellow founding member, Willy B. (guitar), Rob Gilly (bass) and Anton Avitabile (drums.) They consistently interacted with the crowd while Evil even made his way to the back of the bar in the middle of a song to check on a patron who failed to join the frenzy in front of the stage.

Dancing insanity multiplied when they broke out their rendition of Elvis Presly’s “Suspicious Minds.” The Colonel would have been proud. TCB, baby, TCB! The Independents launched the already excited crowd to the moon when they closed the night with their half rock, half ska version of Danzig’s “Mother” and their straightforward cover of The Ramones classic “Blitzkrieg Bop.” A fitting tribute to the Ramones and especially the late, great Joey Ramone, who was a close friend, manager and producer of The Independents before his passing in 2001.

-MLS

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27
Oct
10

* DeLuna Fest 2010. Pictures (Part 2) 10/16-10/17



HERE ARE MORE PICTURES FROM DELUNA FEST 2010. FOR THE FULL STORY AND PICTURES (PART 1) CLICK HERE.

DELUNA FEST PICTURES AND ARTICLE

23
Oct
10

* DeLuna Fest 2010. Full Story and Photos (Part 1) 10/16-10/17/10

Michael FrantiNick Hexum of 311Scott Weiland of Stone Temple Pilots<

Pensacola is a city of comebacks and possibilities. When I went to sleep a few hours after watching Stone Temples Pilots rock the massive wave of people gathered on Pensacola Beach for DeLuna Fest, I had already committed myself to writing about Scott Weiland and his comeback from addiction, his fight with sobriety and his triumphant return as the frontman of one of the most acclaimed musical acts of the last 20 years. But all of that changed a few hours after waking up and making my way to the GoPensacola.com Stage on a gorgeous Sunday afternoon. It was right about that time that Scott Weiland was put on hold and Dew Pendleton stole the show at DeLuna fest.

No megaphones, multiplatinum albums, or chic’ designer wardrobes adorned Pendleton or his band mates. Scott Weiland’s leopard print belt may have cost more than Pendleton’s entire outfit that day, but none of that mattered as he brought his dream and passion for performing to the stage. During his set, he declared that “Music is my world” and even though other artists from around the world played on that very same stage over the weekend, he was more than willing to share his world with the eager audience. At one point, Pendleton moved to the very edge of the stage, sat down on the bass monitor, and leaned as close as possible to the audience. After making himself comfortable, Pendleton told the story of how he and his brother fell on “hard times” and how the construction business dried up, forcing the siblings to sell all of the belongings their parents had left them.

Pensacola has faced quite a few “hard times” since the city of Five Flags’ birth. In the 1990s, abortion clinic protests escalated into an abortion clinic bombing and the fatal shooting of Dr. David Gunn in 1993 by an anti-abortionist. Soon after, the group Pearl Jam performed at the Pensacola Civic Center as part of the "Rock For Choice" Tour that was started by the band L7. During Pearl Jam’s Civic Center performance, guitarist Mike Mccready told the crowd that he was born in Pensacola and if he could make it out of this town, so could we. Dew Pendleton has an opportunity and is taking full advantage of it as he announced that he is moving to Nashville to record and pursue his dream.

With all of the touring talent from various parts of the world and a very strong New Orleans musical presence at the festival, it is a true testament to hard work, that one man and his band out of Pensacola, Florida could symbolize a deeper meaning for the inaugural DeLuna Fest on Pensacola Beach.

Here is a rundown of the highlights from Saturday and Sunday’s festivities……

-Neon Trees. They are probably the most rocking musical act to come out of Provo, Utah in awhile. Of course, the Osmond Family and Bert McCracken of the band "The Used" are battling it out for second place on that list. In an age where a good number of frontmen are faking the flair, lead singer Tyler Glenn worked the stage and audience with his own brand of pure, energized authenticity. Dancing like a madman and singing like his life depended on his performance, Glenn put the audience through a workout. After their set, he spent nearly half an hour talking and taking photographs with festival-goers. During the impromtu meet and greet, an older gentleman next to me said that Glenn reminded him of a young Mick Jagger. I added, a young Jagger with a Mohawk, to which the man smiled and replied, “Mick would have totally worn a mohawk."

-Long Reef. If Johnny Reznik and the rest of the Goo Goo Dolls grew up in Australia you would have the men of Long Reef. "Collins Street is dark tonight!"

-Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. The California trio hit the stage decked out in all black clothes and sunglasses. They were raw, gritty and dirty. And just when you thought it couldn’t get any dirtier, they would toss another heap of grimy goodness in your ears. To borrow a quote from a friend, “After that show, I needed to exfoliate….twice!” On the topic of quotes, I heard the quote of the day during BRMC’s set from a husband joking with his wife about finding something they’d lost, “That’s a good place to find (crap), where you left it.”

-The Gills. Another local talent headed to Nashville. The boys gave their all as they said farewell to a very appreciative local crowd.

-Michael Franti and Spearhead. Local musician Mark Ellis brought his family to De Luna Fest and he told me to check out Michael Franti and Spearhead. After that, Mark didn’t say anything else, he just flashed his smile and I instantly knew I had to check them out. As usual, Mark was right on the money; they put on a show! Franti jumped off the stage, walked on the sand and danced toward the barricade giving himself to the sea of fans in front of him, arms wide open, accepting every embrace and touch. Franti declared loudly, “We’re having a great weekend!” Toward the end of their set, they kicked into a few measures of an instrumental take on Nirvana’s “Smells Like Teen Spirit” aka The Pixies “Debaser” Version 2.0. Before their last song, Franti and crew asked for any kids and anyone over the age of 60 years old to come up and dance.

-New Politics. From Denmark, these boys hit the mark with the audience. For some strange reason their music reminded me of a happier, updated version of the 1990’s band Orgy. Lead singer David Boyd was a ball of energy that grew tired of competing with the beach ball that was floating around the audience near the stage. Before the band launched into their hit “Yeah Yeah Yeah,” Boyd said, “Give it up for the ball! The ball has to end.” Mysteriously, the ball disappeared like D.B. Cooper and New Politics threw the crowd into an upbeat frenzy. And to think, I would have missed these guys if 30 Seconds from Mars hadn’t decided to ban all photographers from the photo pit.

-Better than Ezra. Surprise of the night for me. Not only did I not know that they were from New Orleans, I hadn’t anticipated that these guys would put on such an energetic show. Radio play and CD’s don’t always do justice for a band’s live performance.

-311. One of the most anticipated acts of the Festival and they delivered the goods non-stop. Part of me was gun shy and afraid that they would pull out their “remake” of The Cure’s “Love Song”, but they rocked the first part of their set hard enough to keep my mind off such distractions.
During 311’s set, I ran into show promoter, Jonathan Parish of Glory Days Gulf Coast, and asked him what he thought of DeLuna Fest so far. He replied that “It was an awesome idea to have it on the beach and security has been very good.”

-The Revivalists. One of a number of New Orleans based bands playing De Luna Fest. They mixed their laid back style of New Orleans infused music with a touch of playfulness and hope for the local crowd.

-Big Sam’s Funky Nation. Led by Sammie “Big Sam” Williams, a prominent New Orleans musician who has played with the legendary James Brown, Elvis Costello and Dave Matthews. Big Sam’s Funky Nation has a sound reminiscent of one of my father’s favorite bands, the Ohio Players with a taste of New Orleans flavor for good measure. They melded covers of Gnarls Barkley’s “Crazy” and Lady Gaga’s “Bad Romance” into their set of original music.

-Bad Fathers. Say what you will about this Los Angeles based band, they had everyone in the audience rocking to their blend of pop punk, rap and rock. I saw little kids and grandmothers bobbing their heads during their set. Bad Fathers are top contenders for musical challengers looking to take Sugar Ray’s heavyweight title that was vacated when lead singer Mark McGrath went on hiatus to become a T.V. personality. After their set, all of the band members graciously took pictures and spent time with their fans. They were definitely the hit of the V.I.P section as they hung out and joked with beach-goers and other band members.

-Cowboy Mouth. Fred LeBlanc (lead singer/drummer) knows how to throw himself a birthday party. After announcing to the crowd that today was his birthday, the frontman from New Orleans and former member of Dash Rip Rock reved up his drum kit and drove the crowd on a wild ride of music and fun. LeBlanc is the official synonym for the word “energy.” A few years ago, I saw LeBlanc climb the adjacent stage scaffolding mid song during their Bushwacker Festival headlining set. He may be a few years older, but age has not slowed down LeBlanc or his band.

Speaking of birthdays. I ran into several people celebrating birthdays during DeLuna Fest. Matt Daley, his daughter Cameron and his girlfriend, Blue Lambert traveled to the festival as winners of radio station WJRR’s promotion in their hometown of Daytona, Florida. As contest winners, Daley won VIP weekend tickets, airfare, a free weekend stay in a luxury suite at the Hampton Hotel on the beach, assorted prizes and a VIP laminate autographed by the members of Stone Temple Pilots. Unfortunately, the laminate was stolen from Cameron on the first day of the festival. It hadn’t been returned when I spoke to the family, but that didn’t dampen Cameron’s spirits as she celebrated her birthday in the VIP section with her dad. Saturday happened to be Cameron’s birthday and when asked what she thought of DeLuna Fest, she said it was “good.” Daley added that the festival was “Awesome. I’d come back next year.”

Danielle Dickey was celebrating her birthday with her boyfriend. Dancing and enjoying the music of DeLuna Fest was his surprise gift to her. When asked what she thought of the festival, Dickey smiled and said one word, “Awesome.”

-Galactic. The name says it all! Their sound is large and out of this world. This is the first time I’ve ever seen this New Orleans group play and they were true to every letter of praise given to them. Heavy Funk N’ Horns! I’ll actively look out for their next show at any nearby venue.

When asked what he thought of DeLuna Fest, local businessman Marcus Rimmer replied, “DeLuna Fest was pure pleasure and also very hilarious.”

-Stone Temple Pilots. Any questions about Scott Weiland’s ability to rock an audience were put firmly to rest at DeLuna Fest on Saturday night. Leading up to their performance, I would hear jokes about the lead singer and the probability of a mid-show meltdown. Anyone who has had someone close to them fighting addiction or has fought addiction themselves, knows how powerfully damaging their world can be. Having his struggle unfold in the public eye of media attention made Weiland an easy target for jokes and doubters. I’m glad to say that after the members of STP joined hands and took a bow after their blazing performance, all jokers, doubters and knuckleheads were very silent. I wish they would have played “Sour Girl”, but the highlight for me was definitely “Trippin’ on a Hole in a Paper Heart,” my favorite STP song.

-Willie Nelson. The first time I saw the red headed stranger perform was at Springfest several years ago. He was just as moving this year as he was the year he performed in downtown Pensacola. The beach and a breezy moonlit night added another layer of beauty to closing act of an amazing festival.

If the organizers continue to gather support, I truly believe that DeLuna Fest will grow into something amazing for the area. This has been a great year for the Pensacola music scene. Not long ago, people were raving about Orange Beach and the artists they were drawing, and now we have an opportunity to build on something special here. Willie Nelson and Neil Young playing in the same area only a few weeks removed is very noteworthy.

Local musician and bass player of Dew Pendleton’s band, Sean Phillips expressed enthusiasm and positivity when asked about his DeLuna Fest experience. “I was very impressed with the organization of the festival, and I feel it’s another step to put Pensacola back on the musical map. With Vinyl (Music Hall) opening and Seville Quarter working to pull more midsized musical acts back to Pensacola, DeLuna fest showed what we can do here.”

Sometimes we have to be brave with the opportunities were are given. Just like Dew Pendleton has to take advantage of the opportunity he has created by working hard and sacrificing to fulfill his dream. Like the young girl that wants to play guitar and start her own band to the retired senior citizen who wants to rock out to a pop-punk band playing at a beach festival. It doesn’t matter where they take you, possibilities are only created after you look inside yourself and find the courage and determination to follow them.

-Michael L. Smith

19
Oct
10

* LA Guns, Below The Stitch & 60 Cycles Of Sound 10/13/10

My introduction to Tracii Guns began when I was a teen-ager flipping through the pages of Guitar World magazine in high school. He was buried among the interviews and guitar tabs, looking somewhat out of place among the 80’s virtuoso guitar gods like Joe Satriani, Yngwie Malmsteen and Eddie Van Halen. He looked like one of the guys from that that new band taking over the country, Guns N’ Roses. I soon found out that he was in Gun’s N Roses. Telling that story would take as long as it took Axl Rose to complete “Chinese Democracy”, so to keep it simple, Tracii Guns was replaced by a future lead guitar god in a band that would soon become one of the most popular bands in the world. He basically followed in the footsteps of Dave Mustaine, who was kicked out Metallica two years earlier and replaced by Kirk Hammett.

As cool as Tracii Guns looked, I never really got into the music of L.A. Guns, but here was an opportunity to see and hear “them” live. I use “them” because there are two L.A. Guns currently in existence; One band with original member Tracii Guns on guitar and the other band with L.A. Guns members Phil Lewis (vocalist with Tracii from 1987 until their split in 2002 when Tracii left L.A. Guns to form Brides of Destruction with Nikki Sixx while the boys in Motley Crue were experiencing a heavy case of musical chair tension.) Surprisingly, no one has turned this L.A. drama into a movie because these guys were Tupac and Biggie before Tupac and Biggie. Now that you have the backstory….lets get on with the show!

Lead by A.J. Fratto, the first band on the bill were Below The Stitch. Hailing from Pensacola, these guys were a perfect musical compliment to L.A. Guns, mixing hard rock roots with a modern gloss for finish. Fratto looks like a frontman that wants to rock you and possibly rip your head off if you dare stand still while guitarist, Gary Humphrey shreds away on a collection of guitars that would make any metal head jealous. They concluded their set with a blazing cover of Ozzy Osbourne’s “I Don’t Know.”

A funny thing happened on the way to the next band, 60 Cylces of Sound. A cool selection of 80’s rock songs played on the PA system while the stage was being set. They started off with Ozzy’s “Shot in the Dark” and “Somebody Save Me” by Cinderella and while I was in the bathroom, I heard the familiar intro of Bob Dylan’s song “Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door” covered by who? None other than Tracii Guns’ old band, Guns N’ Roses. Someone must have caught it because the song wasn’t played in its entirety, but if I could feel the awkwardness in the bathroom, I could only imagine how crazy it must have been for Tracii Guns and crew.

As soon as the 80’s music parade ended, 60 Cycles of Sound made their way to the stage for their first performance at Vinyl Music Hall and their first show after a long hiatus. The last time I saw them play was during a Halloween party in 2008, so I had been anticipating what they would bring to the stage ever since this show was announced. They didn’t disappoint. Rodney Uberroth (guitar/vocals) told the audience to “Join us” and “Come closer” in between songs while Jason Holstein manned the bass with legs astride like a soldier preparing to fire heavy artillery. During their sonic invasion, drummer Ben Bogan powered his way through each song with such force that he would propel himself over his kit in a crazy contorted fashion that looked almost painful while Uberroth and Jason Hurt (guitars) donned military caps toward the end of their set. There were some head-scratching and perplexed looks to be found in the audience, but they provided a nice musical change of pace for the bill.

That is one of the beautiful aspects of seeing a live show. Not only do you get the chance to see the bands you want to see, but you have the opportunity to check out differing styles of music. In 1981, the opening acts for the Rolling Stones U.S. Tour were the J. Geils Band (Freeze-Frame, Centerfold), George Thorogood (Bad To The Bone, Drink Alone) and an emerging musical legend named Prince. When Metallica and Guns N Roses teamed up for their stadium tour in 1992, the opening act was Faith No More who had just released one of my all-time favorite albums “Angel Dust.” Rock N’ Roll is about taking chances and that is what Vinyl promoter Chris Wilkes did by putting 60 Cycles of Sound on this bill. They rocked just like the other two bands, but in their own unique way.

Now on to the headliners, L.A. Guns. The band came out to a warm applause from their loyal fans, who also had the experience of hanging out with bass player Jeremy Guns as he enjoyed himself in the venue and watched the opening bands play. Lead singer Jizzy Pearl crooned and struck Elvis style posses to the delight of a few female admirers in the audience. He may not be up there with Sebastian Bach in the vocal department, but he definitely hit the notes and sold every phrase to all ears available.

As I was in the photo pit taking pictures of the performers, I finally made my way to Tracii Guns, the guitar-slinger I only saw in the pages of Guitar magazines throughout the years. He probably had no idea that I played guitar or had crazy respect for musicians in general, and even though I was just a guy with a camera, he stepped up closer and squeezed every blessed note out of his guitar while putting on a show for me, my camera and everyone in that club. Forget the drama and ghosts of the past, it was all about “now” and what L.A. Guns could deliver to the people that came to see them. As the concert ended and I left the venue, one of the lyrics from an L.A. Guns song resounded in me for the rest of the night.

“I’m older. Living the life, seen it all.”

- Michael L. Smith

14
Oct
10

* Eisley, Ives the Band, Christie Dupree, The Spanx @ Vinyl Music Hall. 10/12/10

Storytelling. During a set that had their bass player banging a glitter saturated drum and a guitarist that could have passed for the son of Graham Parson’s close friend, Keith Richards, “Ives the Band” lead singer, Jason Tolliver paused the musical circus to have a talk with the audience. The contents of his interlude included the story of a man named Harold who inspired the name of the band, his ability to tell a story, and his fight with cancer. “We hope you enjoy our Musical Sculpture” were the words that Tolliver used to finish his personal story and introduce the next chapter of their journey.

Music is storytelling. The message shared depends on how the listener interprets it. From the kid who is so moved by the story in their headphones that they toss and turn in bed with every wave of sound, to the broken hearted who hold a song as a catalyst to push them to reach the point of complete breakdown allowing every new second afterward to be less painful than the last, or the group of friends/family/partners who decide to share a night together in the comfort of music. This was such a night.

The first storytellers of the night were The Spanx from Pensacola. Erik Lollar started off by acknowledging his mother’s birthday on the night of the show. To me,The Spanx are a visual and musical play on the arcade game whack-a-mole. Surreptitiously wild and extremely fun, you are guaranteed a surprise from somewhere in their set. Always keeping you on your musical toes; be it drummer, Blake Roney, yelling during the space created during a break mid-song or Lollar and Christal switching instruments between songs. Before striking their set and clearing the way for the next band, Lollar took a second to thank the audience, the headlining bands, promoter Jonathan Parish and all of the staff of Vinyl Music Hall. Now that was a classy gesture that would make any mom proud.

Following closely in the footsteps of her headlining siblings, Christine Dupree took the stage with a near minimalist set. Accompanied by her guitarist, she approached the front of the stage with only her guitar and her songs to sing. Quietly confident, she brought the audience into her world with a performance that gave me the feeling of the old open mic nights at Van Gogh’s coffee haus…..minus the high stage and expensive lighting system hanging over her head.

Up next, executing a set that fell near the extreme opposite end of the younger Dupree’s performance were the previously mentioned Ives the Band. Led by Tolliver, Ives the Band definitely have a 1990′s San Francisco Sound way about them, similar to fellow Bay Area groups of that era like Third Eye Blind and Train. Supported by Kyle Moore (guitar), Bryce Newman (bass), Drew Newman (drums), Jason Tolliver (vocals, guitar, piano)the band added a little extra flair to the night’s lineup. Tolliver bounced from guitar, to piano like Tigger from Winnie Pooh while the entire time balancing a hat on his crop of hair. The boys left the audience energized and the stage covered in glitter.

With instruments cleared, the headliners of the night, Eisley (consisting of the Dupree siblings, Chauntelle (guitar), Sherri, (guitar/lead vocals), Stacy (keyboard/lead vocal), Weston (drummer) and cousin Garron Dupree (bass) took the stage in a sea of white light. I wasn’t expecting Zakk Wylde pinch harmonics or a mosh pit to break out in front of the stage, but the band was more energetic than I had anticipated. The leader of enthusiasm was Sherri DuPree whose weapon of choice was a Black and White Rickenbacker guitar identical to the one carried by the figure tattooed on her upper left arm and shoulder.

Sherrie introduced nearly every song with the glee of a giddy girl scout. Moving up, down, and around her section of the stage, she stopped at one point and jokingly declared that she was tired and getting old because will be turning 27 this year. She also announced that earlier in the day, they went to a park….a dog park. I immediately realized they must have gone to Bayview Park, my favorite park in Pensacola.

Sherry proclaimed that their last song of the night “Sad” was for everyone who has been “screwed over in a relationship.”

Shared experiences in song, life and music. We all have a story to tell and some people are willing to share.

Story and Photography by Michael L. Smith

For more pictures from this show, go to this link….FLICKR PAGE of Eisley, Ives the Band, Christie Dupree & The Spanx.

13
Oct
10

* All Day Acoustic Showcase @ The Handlebar! 10/09/10


With an upcoming show to be headlined by the Star F*cking Hipsters and The Vibrators (one of the bands born during the original British Punk rock movement), I asked show promoter “Beav”, why he decided to have an All Day Acoustic show? He replied, “I actually book shows of all genres, I just wanted to give the acoustic artists time to shine.”

On this Saturday afternoon, the audience had time to see a wide range of music. The highlight of the night was definitely the Betsy Badwater and Lang Hollowman set. Setting up the venue for the most intimate performance of the night, Badwater and Hollowman sat on two chairs in the middle of the floor, tuned their guitars and asked the audience members to gather around. No stage, no amps, nothing to interrupt the energy that was about to flow in The Handlebar this night.

The last performer of the night was Leftmore (from Colorado) whose humor and hearing where amazingly sharp. When one audience member in the back of the bar quitely made a remark about his performance, Leftmore quickly responded in a matter-of-fact way that rendered the would-be heckler speechless.

Before the night ended, “Beav” quickly jumped on stage and thanked everyone; the artists, the audience, and the entire Handlebar crew.

Story & Pictures by MLS

08
Oct
10

* Haste The Day & Sleeping With Sirens @ Vinyl Music Hall.10/04/10

FOR MORE PICS FROM THIS SHOW click on this link…Haste The Day Pensacola, FL Flickr page

Monday, January 21, 1985. That was the day that I fully committed to Heavy Metal! Ronald Reagan was inaugurated to a second term and my school had declared during morning announcements that anyone found at the Pensacola Civic Center before, during or after that night’s concert would be immediately expelled from school.

Who was the offending musical artist that had my “Christian” school in an uproar? Debbie Gibson? Michael Jackson? The New Kids on The Block? No! The musical act that had every girl’s red culottes in a roar was the rock band…KISS! According to the school, heavy metal was the direct sonic line to Satan. Doing what any child who had been threatened by authority would do, I immediately embraced all forms of metal; from the darkest genres to even the glam crusade that exploded in the 80’s.

But the one genre of metal that seemed perplexing to me was Christian Metal. At the time, the biggest Christian metal group was Stryper, a glam rock band from California. I wasn’t a fan because I like my heavy metal to be….heavy. “Raining Blood” kills “To Hell with The Devil” every time. Through the years, metal has evolved and new factions were created, but I could never turn onto a band that was labeled “Christian.” I’ve had chances to see some of the genre’s biggest acts, but I stayed far away. Maybe it was the fear that I was going to be preached to or considered evil because I looked, talked, ate, walked, sang, etc. differently than everybody.

What would it be like to see a Christian metal band 25 years after I sold my soul to heavy metal? This question and many more struck my mind as I walked into Vinyl Music Hall in Pensacola, Florida to witness Haste The Day perform.

I made it in time to catch Sleeping With Sirens’ insanely energetic show. Bassist Justin Hills wins the award for artist most likely to moonlight as a Hollywood stuntman; acrobatic leaps with James Brown style splits while playing bass guitar were just a few of the highlights of the Sleeping With Sirens’ performance. Constant energy flowed through their songs so much that I was worried if the crowd would have enough gas to give it their all for the headliners.

Giving just enough time to for the audience to catch their breath, the band’s equipment was set up and sound check completed for the guys in Haste The Day to launch. As the band took the stage to a loud roar from the audience, there was a noticeable difference in their appearance. Gone were the long locks and casual wear that dressed their image on nearly every youtube clip and picture of them online. These men had cleaned up. Updated hairstyles and all dressed in identical black attire, the only variable being the overcoat sported by lead singer Stephen Keech, these guys looked like they were getting ready for church. Uh oh! Would I be in store for a sermon? A lecture sprinkled with bible verses?

Pleasantly, the answer to that question was…..”Hell, No!” I, along with the rest of the crowd, were pounded with metal crunching, ear-pounding heavy music. The only time during the night that I was concerned was when Keech stopped the band, got the audience’s attention and started to speak. What followed wasn’t a sermon on God vs. the Devil or My Religion is better than all others, but a brief observation on humanity. He talked about being different and ostracized for standing up for what you believe. Themes that everyone, especially a lot of the teenagers in attendance that night will encounter as they go through life. As quickly as the speech started, it quickly ended and the band launched into another 15 minutes of sonic pummeling.

On Monday, October 4, 2010, I was given more than what I expected from the Indiana band labeled as “Christian Heavy Metal.” Just as I was labeled and shunned growing up, I should think twice about doing the same with music. Sometimes, people and artists may rock harder than you ever expected, no matter what kind of stupid label people put on them.

Article and photos by Michael L. Smith

05
Oct
10

* Electric Six, The Constellations and CockFight @ Vinyl Music Hall. Pensacola Florida (Click on Photo for Pics and Story) 10/03/10

CLICK ON THIS LINK FOR THE FLICKR PAGE WITH EVEN MORE PICS FROM THE SHOW ……Concert shots: Electric Six, The Constellations, CockFight

Sex Appeal: -noun

“immediate appeal or obvious potential to interest or excite others, as by appearance, style, or charm”

Judging by the audience reaction to Dick Valentine of Electric Six, it is very evident that the well-dressed front man of the Detroit-based group has total sex appeal. A sophisticated and campy mix of Tom Jones and Morrisey, but far younger than the 1960’s lothario, and more fun to hang out with than the twisted Englishman who had adolescent boys and girls everywhere (myself included) dancing to a song called “Girlfriend in a Coma.” During Electric Six’s set, Mr. Valentine jumped off the stage and made his way to the audience barricade and proceeded to embrace an admiring fan while he continued singing. The fan was Tammy Mills (musician/thespian/classic car collector/my friend) and when asked the odd question “what did he smell like?” her hands and body started to quake and she loudy declared with near demonic glee, “He smelled like a MAN!”

Now let it be known that Mr. Valentine’s sex appeal was not restricted to just the ladies in the crowd. While I was in the photo pit near the stage, I repeatedly heard screaming that sounded as if the woman was about to overdose on sexual ecstasy. My curiosity took over and I had to see who was responsible for that noise and when I turned around, much to my disbelief, I realized the lady about to explode was no lady at all, but a dude!

Dick Valentine and the rest of the crew of Electric Six controlled the crowd with disarmingly charming energy and subtle exchanges with everyone in the house. Rock….Engage….Dance….Engage……like mad dance instructors, no one was safe from their energy.

I’m sure many ladies (and a few dudes) were heartbroken when Electric Six finished their 16 song set. But that was the end of the night….lets go back to the beginning.

Pensacola rockers, CockFight opened the show sporting their most ambitious and talented lineup to date.  Leaving behind the keyboard-laced accoutrements of their earlier days, their non-stop onslaught of rock now includes three crazy guitarists, (Ethan Manns, Christopher Cole, Roy H. Clark) one insanely energetic bass player, (Adam Looney) and a beast of a drummer (Michael Lane.) They immediately got the crowd excited and moving song after song. The hard-charging tempo was cleverly mixed up when the band kicked into a soulfully slowed down version of their usually aggressive, ball rattling number entitled “Sweet Jesus.” Even though the song was slower, it still packed dynamite and this created a dynamic that had the crowd anticipating their next turn. Such is the way of a CockFight show. Anything can happen.

Following CockFight, were The Constellations from Atlanta, Georgia. If Morris Day, Chris Robinson, Andrew W. K. and Wendy & Lisa (from The Revolution, for those that don’t know about dove infested bathrooms and Raspberry Berets) were the last people on earth and had to repopulate civilization, The Constellations would be the product of their union. The Constellations are definitely trying to shake the planet, one booty at a time.

Such was the theme of the night; booty shaking and rockstars jumping off stage. It’s a win-win for everybody!

Story & Pictures -by MLS

05
Oct
10

* Trevor Hall, Just Call Me John, Acoustifunk @ Vinyl Music Hall. Pensacola, Florida. 10/02/10

 

To check out more PHOTOS from the show, click on the link Trevor Hall, Just Call Me John @ Vinyl Music

As I left Vinyl Music Hall on the first Saturday night of October, I was approached by a couple who were also exiting the venue after the Trevor Hall show. The well-dressed lady with wavy, shoulder length, black hair playfully stepped towards me and said, “How about that show?” In a manner that was more statement than question, her smile indicated that she was well aware that anyone inside the venue had a good time.

Like the old Frosted Mini Wheat commercials, my “whole wheat” socially-anxious side begged me to walk away from these people, while the “frosted” lessons of conscious competence side screamed for me to engage life and enjoy the potential conversation. I was oddly at ease this moment, and I instinctively smiled and said “Yeah, it was a cool show.”

The moment we all shared on the corner of Garden and Palafox was almost like a play…

Act II Scene 1. Middle-aged couple leave Vinyl Music Hall and bump into photographer/journalist who also attended the same show.

Wife: How about that show?

Reporter: Yeah, it was cool

Husband:  Yeah,  we came all the way from Mobile to see this show.

Reporter: Mobile? Isn’t Bayfest going on this weekend?

Husband: That’s why we came here. We aren’t into the crazy, party until you go even crazier atmosphere. It’s a carnival, that’s not how I want to enjoy music.

(Reporter laughs)

Husband: We decided to get a hotel room down the street and see the concerts here this weekend.

(Traffic light flashes the signal allowing pedestrians to cross.)

Reporter: Well, I hope you enjoy your stay in Pensacola.

Looking at the images captured on my camera after each show creates an opportunity to relive the events and emotions of that night. Tonight’s vibe was a peacefully energetic party one. Everyone was dancing, smiling and having a good time.

This was my first encounter with Pensacola’s “Just Call Me John.” Even though I know the members very well and have seen them throughout the years in various bands, this is the first time I saw this constructed collective. The trio includes brothers, Alex Steward (drums), Ryan Steward (bass), and Giovanni Lugo (guitar).  If I had a gun put to my head and had to describe the music in two words, I would describe it as ”damn good.”  Like many artists today, the musicians in “Just Call Me John” draw from many influences and after awhile, it becomes really difficult to label music. When I grew up, going to record stores meant choosing music that was segregated into convenient music holding cells “R&B, Oldies, Rock, Metal, Pop.”  Music is ever changing and mixing. Just like people; when I was in high school, I spent a week at an academy near Winter Haven, Florida and met a group of siblings from Trinidad & Tobago. Coming from a country that is a melting pot of diverse nationalities, there were striking differences in appearance from one sibling to the other. I did not even attempt to place a label or describe them. I just saw them as beautiful and playful children. And I say the same for the music of “Just Call Me John.”

Next on stage, were another Pensacola group, Acoustifunk. These hard working musicians are veterans of the local music scene and can be seen regularly playing their dance, groove music along the coast.

Following Acoustifunk’s  set, we reached the time for the night’s featured act, Trevor Hall. Trevor Hall’s story is very interesting. Developing a love for music that was established early in life from his family, Hall worked his way up in the music business only to have his opportunity for expression on a bigger scale taken away briefly. Trevor Hall is an underdog. His spirit and performance convey hope, inspiration and a global influence. It would be unfair to pin a label like reggae or folk on his music, but it would be completely appropriate to say that he and his bandmates share a strong connection with their fans.

As I left Vinyl Music Hall after the Trevor Hall show on the first Saturday of October, I now understand why I felt at ease when the well-dressed lady with wavy, shoulder length black hair playfully stepped towards me and said, “How about that show?”

Story & Pictures -by MLS

01
Oct
10

*DEVON ALLMAN’S HONEYTRIBE & IMAGINARY AIRSHOW @ VINYL MUSIC HALL 09/24/10

Showmanship. Chuck Berry embodies it, the Circus breathes it, and that Bad Girl/Boy that you just can’t let go….owns it. Showmanship is the spirit that hordes your attention, steals your concentration and makes you curse yourself when your hear the gasp/roar/explosion of the audience at the very second you divert your attention to anything else other than the artist in action.

The Devon Allman Honeytribe show at Vinyl Music in Pensacola on September 24, 2010 was a study in showmanship.

The opening act for this show was Imaginary Airshow. Having witnessed the band perform recently in a smaller venue, I really wanted to see how their set translated on this stage and I’m here to tell you that they did not disappoint. They seemed more relaxed and less intense than the previous time I saw them and the concert lighting created another atmosphere of depth to their performance.  

As Imaginary Airshow neared the finish of their set, the audience grew in number as the time for Devon Allman’s Honeytribe to take the stage was near. The wait between performers was minimal, yet there was ample time for the audience to grab a drink or talk to friends.

It only took Devon Allman’s Honeytribe a few seconds to command the Vinyl Music Hall stage. As soon as his Gibson Les Paul was slung over his body, the trio kicked into a highly entertaining night of music. It was clear that they came to put on a show and the audience reciprocated the gesture, note for note. Being the son of legendary Allman Brothers band founding member, Gregg Allman, it was obvious that the musical performance apple didn’t fall far from the tree. (Side note: Even though I love the Allman Brothers and their music, one of my favorite songs growing up was a solo single by Gregg Allman called “I’m No Angel.” It would be cool to see Devon do a duet and rock out that lead line with his father on piano.)

Now back to the show! Being only 5 ft., 7in. finding a good spot in an audience to watch a show is an arduous task for me. All it takes is one 6 ft. tall guy/or girl to ruin the view, but this is not the case with Vinyl. The stage is high and there is plenty of space to watch the performers. There isn’t a bad vantage point in the house. You can even watch the show as your ordering a drink on one of the many live feed television screens above the bar. Devon Allman could have easily stood in one spot the entire night and be seen by everybody there, but this takes us back to the theme of this story….Showmanship. Devon probably walked on every inch of that stage at least four times that night. From winking at individual members of the crowd to firmly planting his foot on the guard rail to get closer to the audience that was showing great appreciation for his work.

Every now and then, I would take a glimpse at the audience and check out the general vibe. I saw people smiling, couples dancing, and everyone having a good time. Definitely a memorable night, and in the end, showmanship is really about giving the audience something to remember.

Story & Pictures -by MLS




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