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30
Nov
10

* Five Eight, Victor Charlie. “Seeds of Hope” Celebration @ The Handlebar. 11/20/10


The surrounding red brick holds pictures, paintings and people gathered together to hear music played in the company of friends. That was The Handlebar. A near-mandatory tour stop for aspiring artists from a diverse array of music genres ranging from punk, metal, alternative and nearly every sub-genre you can imagine. But in 2001, The Handlebar was destroyed by fire. Gone are the battered skateboard decks mounted high on walls, retired and left to enjoy a life of people-watching and listening to bands on the nearby stage. Silenced are the ping pong table and paddles that whispered during art exhibits, but breathed rowdy and shook hands with those braving an evening escape from classes or work. What once was more than just a building was no more.

In the winter of 2001, on the edge of Christmas, The Handlebar was reborn. A community, families and friends fought to resurrect the building that held so many memories; memories that were left roaming rusty and knowing no exit after the fire. A new building of brick and heart became foundation for new memories and a marker for the old.

The surrounding red brick holds pictures, paintings and people gathered together to hear music played in the company of friends. This is the Handlebar. And during this night, she provides shelter on National Survivors of Suicide Day. A day recognized locally by Seeds of Hope, an event in which a number of dedicated people used music and art to unite survivors, as well as, raise awareness and support for those who are dealing with depression.

The day began with a 5k walk and the night ended at The Handlebar with a celebration featuring a Seeds of Hope Survivor Art Exhibit and performances by Victor Charlie and Five-Eight.

Among the participants, Raela Villanueva is one of the most active and vocal. Not only checking on band members and making sure that everyone in attendance is enjoying their night, she is also announcing the prize winners of the evening’s raffle. Along with gifts donated by area businesses, Villanueva shares hugs with prize winners who are recognized as survivors. She is also a survivor. “My brother Jr. had everything going for him until depression hit him when he got to college. He lost his battle with depression, even after seeking help, at the age of 22 when he shot himself in 1997. Since then I have become an advocate for suicide prevention and awareness.”

As advisor to Students for Suicide Awareness (SSA), Villanueva, along with the help of students, survivors and community members, organized the event. As defined by Villanueva, a survivor can be “someone who has lost a loved one to suicide” or “someone who has attempted but is still here.” When asked what the goals of the Seeds of Hope event were, she replied, “The main goal was to bring together survivors of suicide and others from the community on National Survivors of Suicide Day for a day of healing and hope and to provide resources and information on suicide prevention and awareness. Students for Suicide Awareness’s mission is to raise awareness about suicide prevention and depression through music and art. Suicide is the 2nd leading cause of death on college campuses and can be prevented.”

Villanueva’s relationship with SSA goes back to 2009 after the death of University of West Florida student, Tyler Knisely. “Tyler was another student who had everything going for him until he was hit with depression. We share their stories, along with the stories of others in our community who have lost someone to suicide and depression with the hopes of breaking the stigma associated with suicide and depression. We are speaking out for our loved ones by planting Seeds of Hope so that other families do not have to suffer such tragedy.” Adding to the cause, “Suicide can happen to anyone, any family; young and old, black, white, brown, male, female, gay, straight, bi, rich, poor, or homeless. Everyone should be aware of the risk factors, warning signs, and resources, because you never know who is suffering from depression.”

The night was punctuated with smiles, hugs, laughter, remembrance and music. Opening for Five-Eight were Victor Charlie. The band was formed in Athens, Georgia, but lead singer/guitarist Charlie Garland has strong ties to Pensacola and the evening’s cause. His relationship is explained by Villanueva, “Charlie Garland is from Pensacola and was one of my brother’s best friends. Five Eight was one of the first bands that they saw together right out of high school. Charlie moved to Athens and met Five Eight through the extensive music scene. Charlie heard about the Seeds of Hope walk and wanted to be a part of it.” Near the end of Victor Charlie’s set, Garland paused briefly to introduce and personally thank Five-Eight, “These guys are my heroes.”

Having spent the entire night in the company of fans and event participants, the members of Five Eight, Mike Mantione (guitar, vocals), Patrick Ferguson (drums), and Dan Horowitz (bass) showed no signs of weariness. Displaying the enthusiasm and candor that have laced their performances on numerous visits to Pensacola throughout their long history, they provided a powerful conclusion to the event. Mantione balanced the tone of their music with a moving blend of biting sarcasm and a compelling need to engage, connect and embrace the audience. During a break between songs, he directed his attention to a few people who were loud in conversation while he tried to introduce the band’s cover of a Fugazi song. Not as much commanding or demanding, his plea for respect edged the borders of a young adult, full of excitement, fighting for autonomy, as well as, searching for compassion.

“Five Eight has always been instrumental in raising awareness about mental health issues.” Echoed Villanueva when asked about the band’s involvement. With each song of Five Eight’s performance, the seemingly impossible became real as the communal energy multiplied with intensity as the night flirted with morning. Providing the most physical display of energy was Ferguson, whose heavy drumming attack left his sticks splintered and nearly demolished. Ferguson is active in the Athens music scene, having toured with bands such as the Psychedelic Furs and worked with many artists including folk legend, Vic Chestnutt, who committed suicide on Christmas day of 2009. Ferguson’s presence and fervor complimented the cathartic notes of the performance. Crowd stomps gave way to dance and short cheers between songs grew into full shout-alongs during them. Mantione even shared the stage and his microphone with Garland, allowing the passionate musician to sing the lyrics of the band he held as heroes, while Mantione stood back and rocked his deep-blue Gibson Les Paul guitar. When he finally stepped off stage, Garland was visibly moved while friends came and patted his back and continued watching the show by his side.

Releasing energy and emotions, the event came to an end, but the rebuilding continues. With memories and heart, the community of survivors, families and friends are fighting to support each other and reach out to those who are falling into depression.

If a person is considering suicide or knows someone that is, Villanueva suggests seeking help “through several online resources, a helpline, or if it is an emergency, they can go to the Crisis Stabilization Unit (CSU) through Lakeview Center or any emergency room.”

To those that have recently lost a loved one to suicide, Villanueva offers these words, “You are not alone and that utilizing a support group will help you deal with the roller coaster of emotions. There are also online resources that can help you to understand what you are going through. Everyone in your family will deal with the grief differently, so you may have to reach for help outside your family and even your friends may not understand. It will get worse before it gets better, but it will get better.”

Drawing from the lessons she has learned from fellow survivors, she adds, “We really can lean on each other for support, we can talk about our loved ones, what happened, what we are feeling; the guilt, the shame, the blame, the hopelessness, the anger, etc. That you have to keep going even though the pain you sometimes feel is so intense that you just want to die.”

Online resources:

The American Foundation for Suicide Prevention

The Jed Foundation

To Write Love On Her Arms

Florida Suicide Prevention Coalition

Students for Suicide Awareness

Suicide Prevention Lifeline.

1-800-273-TALK

CSU is located at Lakeview Center, Bldg. “S”, corner of Avery and “J” Streets – 469-3495.”

In addition to the above listings, Villanueva provided this link with warning signs:

Suicide Warning Signs

-MLS

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22
Nov
10

* Pato Banton and The Now Generation @ Vinyl Music Hall. 11/17/10

“Greetings Pensacola! How you feeling tonight?” exclaimed Pato Banton, as he walked onstage for his performance at Vinyl Music Hall. Enjoying a professional career that began in 1982 when he appeared on seminal ska revivalists, The English Beat’s album “Special Beat Service,” Banton and crew were fully prepared to entertain the Pensacola crowd.

Before his entrance, Banton teased the crowd as his band, The NOW Generation, Tony Saenz (drums), Mikey Ortiz (bass) Antoinette Hall (keyboards/vocals), Daniel Lopilato (guitar/vocals), Jah (horns), Beeken (sax), Bryan Watson (trumpet), and Eddie Farmer (trombone) took the stage without their charismatic lead singer. As the band rode out an instrumental groove that got the audience dancing, Banton’s voice could be heard echoing in the venue. Greeted with cheers and playful glances questioning the whereabouts of the front man, Banton arrived on stage and embraced the ovation given to him.

After warming up the people with a few songs, Banton introduced a cover from the greatest reggae artist of all time. “We’re doing a Bob Marley song, dedicated to all of the Bob Marley fans in the house. I’m in a dance mood!” To which the band launched into Marley’s hit “Jammin.”

Along with dedications to the people that came out to the show, Banton gave special dedications to the people that keep Vinyl Music Hall running as a standout venue for performers and music lovers with acknowledgements to “my brother Disco in the sound booth” and a personal nod to Vinyl Music Hall owner, Joe Abston.

Quick to make sure that everyone was having a good time, Banton noticed a young lady standing still with her hands in her pockets while everyone around her danced to the lively music. He immediately called on his saxophone player, Beeken, to go to her side of the stage and serenade her with a seductive saxophone solo.

While each band member was given their time to shine, one of the most memorable moments involved Lopilato breaking from the syncopated reggae stabs on his Fender Strat to full-blown Randy Rhoads rock-out showmanship as he strutted to the front of the stage and immediately fired a few bars of Ozzy Osbourne’s “Crazy Train.”

As Banton ended his performance, he told everyone that he would be returning in March and to spread the word to all of the reggae fans in town, “Pensacola, thank you for coming out!”

-MLS

19
Nov
10

* Pensacola Roller Gurlz “Coming Out” Benefit. The Spanx, Wake Up the Echo, Long Division, Mr. Fahrenheit 11/14/10

In case you have been living in an oil drum, Pensacola has a brand new sports team in town and they are gaining new fans with blazing speed. Our city is now home to the Pensacola Roller Gurlz! Roller Derby is the name of the game and Pensacola’s team consists of die hard and dedicated ladies who recently held a benefit show to raise awareness and support. Along with the opportunity to hang out with the Roller Gurlz, everyone who came out to The Handlebar earned a chance to win several cool prizes, buy team merchandise, and enjoy a full night of music courtesy of four local bands. If that wasn’t enough, there was even a surprise leg wrestling competition at the end of the night. The impromptu leg wrestling competition was won in one of the most unbelievable victories in sports history.

Walking into The Handlebar, I heard Travis Brown (Wake Up the Echo) announce in between songs, “Doughnuts out back, t-shirts up front” and “Thanks to Joe (Urban) for letting me use his amp.” Local show promoter, Beav stamped my hand and I immediately jumped into the magnetic sea of music, laughter, and people.

The emcee of the benefit was Pensacola socialite Dick Fisticuffs, who provided parlor-grade hosting skills rivaling the late, great Rodney Dangerfield. Kicking off the musical portion of the night, were The Spanx, featuring an acoustic set by members Erik Lollar (guitar/vocals) and Christal Gibson (keyboard/vocals), followed by Wake Up the Echo, who were making their first appearance at the Handlebar, one night after their debut performance at James Hagan’s uproarious roast and party. No “New Kids on the Block,” the members of Wake Up the Echo, Travis Brown (guitar/vocals), Nathan Price (guitar/vocals) and Ryan Steward (drums) have united their years of experience playing in numerous bands around town to form their own unique co-op of sound. Judging from crowd response, the merger was successful and quickly met with ardent admiration; declared by Joe Urban (Long Division) as his “new favorite band.”

Throughout the night, Pensacola Roller Gurlz president, Brandi O’Leary, aka Justa Hotmess, gracefully juggled the evening by announcing the raffle winners who won prizes donated by area businesses, while simultaneously introducing fellow team members to the crowd and taking time to talk about our city’s newest (and possibly coolest) sports team.

When asked about the benefit and who was responsible for the idea, O’Leary quickly complimented her teammates by saying, “The idea actually originated from a few girls on the team. We handed out “getting to know each other” forms when we first got together and a few of the girls had the same idea to throw a benefit show. We have very talented and artistic girls on the team with a lot of connections within our community that have amazing ideas on how to thrive while supporting Pensacola. Jessica Phillips, AKA Cheeks and Jesstroy, was our event coordinator for this specific benefit.”

Phillips added “the benefit concert seemed like an easy first fundraiser for us, and for me it was an obvious choice because of my husband’s (Sean Phillips) ties to the music scene. I knew it wouldn’t be very hard to get something off the ground at short notice at the Handlebar, and we had about three weeks to put it together. The bands were supportive right away, and the businesses were very generous with their donations as well.”

Winners of the night were Katy Hubbard (of the band Mr. Fahrenheit) who was the lucky winner of two prizes; the massage package, courtesy of Fourleaf Clover Body-Therapy and the Seville Quarter prize package. Roller Gurl, Pretty TaraFying won the Hot Sauce prize package, and the lucky winner of the “Date with the Derby Girls” was Mike Mitchell.

There was a definite family vibe to the entire evening as the camaraderie shared among teammates looked like a strong sisterhood. A sentiment that was echoed in Phillips’ reply when asked about the origins of the team and her chance meeting with O’Leary. “I got involved with Roller derby when I started roller skating again out of boredom. I liked it a lot, so I searched for a team in the area and found Beach Brawl Sk8er Dolls in Ft. Walton Beach. I joined that team in early March and skated with them for the rest of the season. Towards the end of the season, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to keep it up for another year, and I was going to quit because there wasn’t an active team in Pensacola. That’s when I met Brandi, she was Vice President of the Gulf Roller Region. She was new to the area, and new to derby, but had amazing drive to lead a team. After a while, it was a clear that a new team would have to be formed. This was the birth of PRG, in September. We now have over twenty girls on our roster and we continue growing every week. It’s a very exciting time for us right now.”

O’Leary added to the story, “I love roller derby! I just moved to Pensacola from Fort Walton Beach at the end of August. I was still so excited because I just knew Pensacola had to have a team. As I moved out here and tried to find this existing team, it was slowly diminishing and moving over to join the Santa Rosa Roller Girls. I just couldn’t see that happening with Pensacola being such a bustling city that we couldn’t possibly keep a team going and get more girls to join us. So as VP for the previous team, I contacted Dreamland Skate Center to see if they would host us. Bobby, the owner, was more than thrilled to have us there. Shortly after, the old president stepped down and I decided, along with the three girls we had left, to start up a new team. They said I had their full support with whatever decision I made and gave me the strength to start up a new league. I have never ran a roller derby league before, nor have I ever been on a roller derby team before. I do own my own business and have coached and managed before, but this was an all new game for me. We have grown into one big derby family with lots of surrounding teams as our derby sisters. My experience thus far has been one of excitement and passion for something I’ve always had a love for and the gurlz on this team do nothing but make it better every time we’re around each other.”

The final performers of the night were Long Division (Tammy Mills (vocals/keyboard), Brent Condon (bass), Joe Urban (vocals/guitar), Jason Case (drums) and Mr. Fahrenheit (Katy Hubbard (saxophone, vocals), R.J McKee (guitar), Ben Minor (drums), Robert Pennington (bass).

With prizes awarded and the stage cleared, it appeared that a very successful benefit show had reached its inevitable conclusion. That is, until O’Leary jumped on stage, grab the microphone and declared “We get down and derby all of the time!”

This sounded the introduction of the leg wrestling competition which initially started as a demonstration among Derby Gurlz, but competitive fires were sparked and it soon became an open competition. No appendage was safe as audience members, band mates, and even bartender, Chuck Taylor joined the ruckus, but the winner of the night was one of the most unsuspecting of participants. The walking-cane wielding bass player of Long Division, Brent Condon held the longest winning streak of the entire night leaving an impressive file of contenders under his reign and one audience member shouting, “Way to earn that handicap parking decal!”

When asked about the secret to his unbelievable winning streak, Condon replied, “My secret? I used to be a martial arts instructor. It’s all about technique. You’d be surprised how much transfers over, even when you have a femoral acetabular impingement.”

To wrap up the night, Phillips added “We are really excited about being Pensacola’s team, and so far, the people we have reached are very responsive. We are always looking for more skaters, refs, and volunteers for the league. You don’t have to be a skater to be involved with our growing team- we also need booster club support, as well as fans. We need business sponsors, and we welcome donations that we can raffle or spend. We are a volunteer league, and our goals include as much giving back to the community as possible.”

To find out more information on how you can be a part of the Pensacola Roller Gurlz experience as a skater, a fan, or a sponsor, check out their facebook page, add them as a friend and show your support.

http://www.facebook.com/#!/PenasacolaRollerGurlz

- Michael L. Smith

14
Nov
10

* Peelander Z, TsuShiMaMire, Super Nice Bros @ Sluggo’s 11/09/10




“Fall seven times, stand up eight.” –Japanese proverb

“Go to a Peelander Z show, you will participate!”

A tsunami of rock crashed onto the shores of Pensacola and invaded Sluggo’s Vegetarian Restaurant Tuesday night. The ingredients of the sonic storm included a twist of Comic-con, dashes of Cirque Du Soleil, a pinch of David Lynch, flashes of your favorite Japanese monster movies, a few episodes of ESPN2 bowling and a ton of booty shakin’ rock n’ roll.

The night began with the Super Nice Bros, former Mobile, Alabama residents who now call New Orleans, Louisiana home-base for their operation of fun, crazy-time music. If you didn’t crack a rib while laughing during the trio’s set, then you should go see a doctor to make sure you have the essential anatomy parts and aliens didn’t remove them prior to the show. Funky, funny and freakin’ crazy, Ponytail (lead singer) played the role of MC/carnival barker during this musical circus while Appleseed (drums)held down the beats and rhythm. Sporting a black coat that evoked memories of a carnival master, Ponytail led the crowd with dance instructions such as raising their hands in the air, followed by putting a “finger down” so that we can “stir the bean dip!” The Super Nice Bros. let it all hang out and got everyone in the mood. One would be hard-pressed to find another musical act capable of preparing the audience for the night we were about to enjoy.

Second on the bill were, TsuShiMaMiRe. On tour supporting their new album entitled “Sex on the Beach,” The trio from Japan, formed by Mari (guitar/vocals), Yayoi (bass) and Mizue (drums) balanced a high-wire dance mix of killer-dressed surf guitar riffs and funk driven grooves to the melodious delectation of the crowd. Their supreme musicianship was punctuated with energy and rapport that navigated any language barriers with sonic speed and graciousness.

Straight out of New York, by way of Japan, the next performers in the night’s one ring carnival of rock were headliners, Peelander Z. Bringing their prop-driven rock circus to one of the most intimate venues in Northwest Florida was a hands-on adventure for everyone to behold. Whether it be the ceremonial high-fives issued from Kengoswee aka Peelander Yellow (guitar/vocals), the carrying and shaking of props handed out by Yumyum aka Peelander Pink (mascot), playing drums for Cherry aka Peelander Green (drums) or hoisting KO aka Peelander Red (bass/vocals) on your shoulders during a song, everyone at this show was deputized for duty in the Peelander Z family.

With enough cue cards to make Bob Dylan and the Ramones jealous, and more interesting costume changes than an Elton John tour, Peelander Z demanded energy and participation from the crowd in return for their excitement and music. Their wild set alone was well worth the cover charge.

-MLS

09
Nov
10

* Strike Anywhere, The Flatliners, Diversity is an Old Wooden Ship @ Vinyl Music Hall. 11/04/10

It is only fitting that two days after Election Day, Strike Anywhere brought their message of global punk awareness to Pensacola, Florida, which is a town very familiar with the band since their inception in 1999.

“Punk Rock has had a lot of changing. We’ve been around for 11 years and have been to Pensacola every year” declared front man, Thomas Barnett. Noted for their sociopolitcal awareness, Strike Anywhere were making their Vinyl Music Hall debut in front of a loyal local contingent.

Opening act for the night, were Pensacola favorites “Diversity is an Old Wooden Ship.” Fusing rock, ska, and punk, the hard-working band have amassed a devoted following in the area. Positivity and humor flowed throughout the set as Josh Taylor (guitar/vocals) joked with the crowd between songs and cut-up with fellow bandmates John Sisson (guitar), Jeff Peacock (bass), Ryan Freeman (drums), Jonathan Rodriguez (tenor sax) and Matt McDowell (trombone). Towards the end of their set, Taylor took a minute to ask the audience a “quick favor.” As the vocalist pulled out his cell phone, he told the audience to shout “F’ Diversity is an Old Wooden Ship” as loud they could so it could be recorded on his phone. The crowd followed the commandment and the band launched into a few more songs before ending their set.

Next on board were “The Flatliners” from Canada. Enjoying a short touring stint opening for “Strike Anywhere” these guys enjoyed every second in front of a crowd that had quickly grown since the doors opened for the show. Lead singer/guitarist Chris Cresswell mixed it up with the crowd by saying “Let’s do something! Dance around in circles!” A few fans got downright giddy; one girl who had made her way to the side of the stage, pleaded with Jon Darbey (bass) to play her favorite song. Juggling his water bottle and her enthusiasm, he tried to answer her plea, but was quickly met with her shouting that it was her birthday. Darbey quickly conferred with Cresswell and they granted the young fan’s request. When the song was finished, Cresswell smiled and jokingly declared that was the “worst birthday present ever.” Adding that it had been so long since they performed the song, he had forgotten a few of the words. At the conclusion of the set, Cresswell thanked the audience by saying “You’ve made us four happy Canadians.”

The time had arrived for “Strike Anywhere” to begin their much anticipated show. Providing testament to their non rockstar demeanor, Thomas Barnett walked from the back of the club, through the crowd and to the front of the stage to lay out the band’s set lists in their appropriate places. Void of ego and pomp, Barnett was joined on stage by Matt Smith (guitar), Garth Petrie (bass ), Eric Kane (drums ), and Mark Miller (guitar)

Barnett quickly started the show with a quick observation about the “things that keep us basically alive; connections.” Fighting against the “lies and deceit of the free market.” As quickly as Barnett had started his observation, he quickly ended it, making way for the music to begin. The serious tone of his introduction grounded the audience for the power soon to be thrown from the stage to the heart and bone of each person in attendance. Weaving his way through songs, sound and bodies, Barnett engaged the crowd with every look and lyric he projected at them. In return, the crowd matched nearly every word of every song with such fierceness, moments were born where their collective voice mirrored Barnett’s amplified lungs in sound and sincerity.

At one point, clouds of a smoke from a nearby smoke machine flew on stage, to which Barnett ever-so politely chided “Cut the smoke, we’re not a mystical band.” Maybe so, but the group from Richmond, Virginia moved the audience with a force that most organized religions would find difficult to challenge.

When their set ended, the band exited the stage with the same humbleness they exhibited when their show started. No encore, no smoke and no superstar attitudes.

For their fans, it will be an arduous exercise in patience waiting for 2011 and Strike Anywhere’s next visit to Pensacola, Florida.

-MLS

08
Nov
10

* Magnapop, Ingram Hill, Deadly Fists of Kung Fu @ Vinyl Music Hall-oween Bash. 10/30/10



Karl Childers is in the bathroom mumbling away, Wonder Woman is far cooler in person than she ever was in the comic book, and Cyndi Lauper almost killed me because I mistook her for music/movie rival, Madonna. Such events could have only occurred at the Vinyl Music Hall-oween Bash this year.

Of the three musical acts on the bill, The Deadly Fists of Kung Fu provided the most entertaining set of the night with their tribute to 80’s music icons, The Cars. From the black sunglasses, suit/tie combo ala Rick Ocasek, via Zac Hobbs (lead singer/guitar) to the blonde coif of bassist Phread Touchette who portrayed the cool style of the late Benjamin Orr with keen accuracy, the entire band paid musical and fashion tribute to the Boston based hitmakers. Jason Hurt (guitar) morphed into the role of Elliot Easton while Andrew Bennett grounded the David Robinson drum attack and virtuoso Brandon Clarkson worked his magic while working a spell on the new-wave style of keyboardist Greg Hawkes. The only ingredients missing were moments of model Paulina Porizkova emoting in her bed and sitting on the floor in the corner of a room scribbling black markings on a white wall.

This musical time machine kept the crowd dancing with hit after hit. Before the band slowed down and cruised into The Cars’ slow tempo mega-hit “Drive,” Touchette confessed that he originally thought that Cory Hart (I Wear My Sunglasses At Night), recorded the song. Any 80’s pop music purists in the house would quickly forgive the harmless faux pa when the band finished the song and soon thereafter finished their set.

Even though The Cars’ tribute set was a tough act to follow, Ingram Hill filled the venue with the sounds of their Memphis-born brand of pop rock. The final performers of the night were Atlanta, Georgia rockers, Magnapop, who entertained the crowd with the music that made them underground champions of the indie music movement of the early 1990’s. With albums produced by such revered musicians as Michael Stipe (R.E.M.) and Bob Mould (Hüsker Dü) Magnapop were a good finish for a musical romp through memory lane.

Tons of prizes were awarded throughout the night and a wide variety of costumes were on display. Competing with a house full of amusing and interesting concoctions, Nathan Price came out the winner of the Most Creative Costume for his accurate depiction of Karl Childers (played by Billy Bob Thornton in the movie Sling Blade.)

Mustard and biscuits for everybody!

-MLS

03
Nov
10

* Valient Thorr, Caltrop @ The Break. Pensacola Beach, Florida. Surfrider Emerald Coast Chapter Benefit Concert 10/26/10

“Valient Thorr is playing the Break tonight!!! Just found out. Go power rock!” This was the text that I received Tuesday night at 9:08pm. Life is about making tough decisions; I had just scored an 8 pack of Veggie Patch Veggie Dogs and I made plans to attend a Kill Bill movie marathon in my bedroom. 99.9 % of me was committed to staying at home, but since the text messenger has been a close friend for over 20 years, and the show was a benefit concert for a great local cause, I knew I had no other choice but to postpone my date with Uma for another time.

The sender of the mass text was Tim Dohms who was announcing to all of his friends, the return of Valient Thorr to Pensacola, Florida. The show was presented by Volcom and local surf/skate shop, Waterboyz as a benefit concert for the Emerald Coast Chapter of the Surfrider Foundation, a non-profit organization dedicated to “the protection and enjoyment of our world’s oceans, waves and beaches.” The Emerald Coast Chapter has been active in organizing monthly beach cleanups as well as fighting against legislation that would endanger the coastal Panhandle environment.

I had never been to The Break on Pensacola Beach and by the time I made it to the club, opening act Caltrop had already blanketed the crowd with thick sheets of heavy stoner rock. Almost trance-like, the quartet from Chapel Hill, North Carolina, methodically cooked up the remainder of their set with instrumental explosions by Adam Nolton (guitar) and John Crouch (drums) and laced them with brief vocal interludes by Sam Taylor (guitar) and Murat Dirlik (bass).

After the set, Tim and I got a drink and he told me about the last time he saw Valient Thorr perform. I was prepared for him to drop some musical science because Tim knows music. He is responsible for turning me onto The Misfits by letting me borrow his “Earth A.D.” cassette and showing me that there was more to Led Zeppelin than what our tie-dye wearing classmates of 1989 led me to believe. Our friendship started on my first day of public school, in a sea of unfamiliar 9th grade P.E. students wearing Air Jordans, Billabong, and assorted mall gear, this kid, fresh from California, was sporting black Converse Chuck Taylors, black denim jeans and a black t-shirt displaying the “Odd Man Out” logo which happened to be the band formed by one of my favorite skaters of that time, Steve Caballero.

We’ve been friends ever since and we’ve had our share of disagreements, but I’ve accepted the fact that he is Google in human form; recalling and reciting obscure references about, literally, everything with such deft ease, precision and speed that it has always made me wonder why he has never been on “Jeopardy” or “Who Wants To Be a Millionaire.” His uncanny knowledge of all-things goes beyond comprehension, but his ridiculously crazy passion for music is one of his most endearing qualities and when he talks about it, I’ll listen like a Reagan-era baby boomer grooving to tracks by DJ E.F. Hutton.

On this post-millennium night, Tim proceeded to tell me of a wild night where Valient Thorr played an extended set for hours to the appreciation of a raucous Pensacola gathering. With this story, I finished my drink and prepared for the show.

As the band took the stage, It was immediately evident that these guys were for real and everyone in the bar should hold on for dear life. They were armed with Marshall JCM 800 heads on top of two full stacks of Mesa Boogie cabinets, road-worn denim jackets, back patches and full beards. Not the Brad Pitt/Robert Downey, Jr. facial hair adorned by Esquire magazine devoted hip dudes, but the full-on, Lord of the Rings face-locks that make you want to shout “You shall not pass!” until your throat bleeds.

Led by Valient Himself (vocals), Eidan Thorr (Gibson Les Paul Custom guitar), Dr. Professor Nitewolf Strangees (black glasses/bass), Sadat Thorr (Gibson Flying V guitar), and Lucian Thorr (red beard/drums) the band wasted no time slaying everybody in The Beach with their high energy onslaught. Within two songs, Valient Himself had stripped off his shirt and proceeded to make it rain metal. During the set, the sweat soaked lead singer took a moment to talk about the reason for tonight’s concert, showing respect for the Surfrider foundation, his love for the earth and his displeasure with those that try to harm it, namely the BP Corporation.

Continuing with the heavy sonic assault, Valient Thorr relentlessly fired off song after song leaving little time in between for breaks, with the exception of the time when Valent Himself stepped off the stage and got everyone in the front to sit down and mimic the oar rowing motions of a Nordic warship crew. Even I got into the spirit, privately shouting in my head, “Valhalla, I am coming!”

Unfortunately, the night had to come to an end, but before the band packed up their gear, they made it a point to spend time with the crowd, share stories, shake hands and pass out high fives. The massiveness of their metal performance was only matched by the heart they displayed when the show was over.

Valient Thorr are road warriors that maintain a crazy touring schedule. When they come back to the area, I strongly suggest that you eat your veggie dogs before the show, bring Uma, a spare pack of dry clothes and prepare to enjoy a wild night.

-Michael L. Smith

P.S. For more information on the Emerald Coast Chapter of the Surfrider Foundation go to http://www.surfrideremeraldcoast.org/

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* Buckwheat Zydeco, Hollowman/Badwater @ Vinyl Music Hall 10/24/10


My parents took me to my first concert in 1977 to see the O’Jays perform in the Mobile Civic Center. My dad was in the Navy and we had just moved to Pensacola. It wasn’t enough that music was played constantly in our house, but we had to see it, feel it, as well as hear it being played by real musicians. Music was huge in our family, as with many families across the world; the styles may vary, but the bonds created are universal. I cannot tell you which parent is more passionate about their music, but since my mom raised me while dad traveled and served his country, her love of gospel and soul music was closest to my heart most of my young life until I became a teenager and made her endure the craziest of musical rebellions.

“Now that’s real music” is what she would say on road trips whenever her favorite songs would interrupt the miles of dark roads and nights. Mom even developed a physiological response to such music; As soon as the “real music” came on, her elbows would press against her side, her shoulders would lift up slightly and she would slowly sway her body to the music and snap her fingers to the beat. I don’t remember the details of my first concert (I had just turned 3 years old) but I do know that she has taken me to quite a few concerts when I was growing up, so to repay the favor, I try to take her to shows every now and then. I haven’t taken her to any shows recently, so when it was announced that Buckwheat Zydeco was playing Vinyl Music Hall, I decided to ask her. Her quick reply was, “Who?”

Zydeco music and the 2009 Grammy Award winner for Best Zydeco/Cajun album, usually aren’t mentioned alongside Mahalia Jackson, Betty Wright, Shirley Caesar and other artists that are familiar to my mom, but Buckwheat Zydeco (whose real name is Stanley Dural, Jr.) puts on a show that could move just about any lover of music, regardless of genre.

Opening artists for Buckwheat Zydeco’s first performance at Viny Music Hall were Hollowman/Badwater. Comprised of local favorites, Betsy Badwater and Lang Hollowman, Hollowman/Badwater gave the audience a special surprise as they played a set before and after Buckwheat Zydeco’s performance, giving everyone a tasty meal of zydeco music sandwiched between two hearty slices of the blues. Their first set quickly heated up the crowd, preparing everyone for the ensuing Zydeco invasion.

Making a quick entrance to the stage, Buckwheat Zydeco and company fired up the crowd with their fast paced and unique blend of music. Between songs, the Zydeco legend asked those in attendance, “Everybody, having fun?” which was reciprocated loudly by the crowd.

The only real pause in the set occurred when Buckwheat Zydeco haulted the music to tell a story. In what I thought was going to be a serious moment, he told a tale so full of dramatic pauses and tension that it would make the most seasoned of storytellers jealous. It was the story of how he was half asleep during a flight and two twins who were seated nearby, came to his seat, looked at him curiously and said, “Who Dat? Who Dat? Who Dat say they gonna beat them Saints?” The crowd exploded with laughter. Even I, being a Bucs fan, found the moment amusing.

Towards the end of the set, the group performed a cover of Jimi Hendrix’s “Hey Joe” which was loudly greeted with approval from the crowd. As the performance was about to close, Zydeco waved to the audience and exited the stage as a band member followed close behind him with a coat extended out, shadowing the performer as he walked away. In a move made famous by James Brown, I anticipated that Zydeco would fall to his knees while his band mate draped the coat over the exhausted entertainer’s back, to which Zydeco would throw it off and return for an encore to everyone’s delight. Zydeco didn’t throw off the coat, but he did return for an encore. This time, leaving his accordion silent, he walked to the piano that he tickled occasionally during the night, only this time, he gave the ebony beauty his full attention while seducing the audience with showmanship, soul and heart.

After finishing a song that he stated was not a cover song, but a song inspired by “Bob Marley, The Master,” he stood with wide open arms, humbly accepted the audience’s adoration, and lifted two loving peace signs. As for the previously mentioned coat, he picked it up, put it on by himself, one arm at a time, and gracefully exited the stage.

If mom had been able to attend the show, I’m pretty confident that she would have given all of the artists performing this night, her “real music” stamp of approval.

-MLS




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