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Off The Beaten Track: Music Reviews & Musings by Mary Leary

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Flyer featuring DAN SARTAIN

Lyle Lovett – July 25, Humphrey’s Concerts by the Bay
Dan Sartain – August 18, The Casbah
Mice Parade
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Gloomy summer so far in San Diego – haven’t seen one like this in 16-some years here. My first 10, it was pretty gorgeous; the kind of sunny, warm, dry weather accounting for the area’s endless sprawl. Last few, we’ve gotten the typical “June gloom” (clouds that burn off by noon, followed by nice weather). This year it stayed gloomy a lot. July, especially by the end, is when it starts to get really hot and humid. And that’s the last thing most people want. Even if the time’s not quite right for dancing in the street, a stream of traveling minstrels is still rolling through town.

If I sound unusually laconic, you can blame Lyle Lovett. Listening to Lyle can bring out the summers and Christmases I spent with my grandmother and other relatives in the Maryland countryside. You know,  sitting on the front porch over a sea of crickets, looking at the birds until it gets too dark; emitting sporadic syllables that through their minimalism turn into a sort of Zen.

As far as I’m concerned, Lovett is America’s real poet laureate. Sure, Tom Waits and Canadian Joni Mitchell have written some incredible lyrics, as did the late Laura Nyro. But few nail American life, places, and mythology as often and well as Lyle. He can convey Jackson Browne’s restless Saturday night, then personify the pain and joy of the wanderer unfolding his or her napkin for the blue plate special that was there all along. Lyle’s American obsession is like an ongoing love affair that can never be satisfied, leaving room for lots of dramatic conflict.

In Lovett’s hands, the conflict only screams when gospel voices help deliver the message. Because, yeah, this guy’s a poet; often conveying more with one line or vocal inflection than many artists manage in their whole oeuvre. With his intuitive grasp of American roots music, he chooses or combines from country, rock, blues, Dixieland jazz and gospel as they best serve. The musical part of the songwriting’s damned good, as well.

If you’re wondering why you haven’t heard of this guy before, all I can say is, he’s created his own genre, one that’s too wide for some to fathom. He still has a large following (like his band, “it’s not big, it’s large”). Damn, I wish he were bringing that band to San Diego. But I’ll take Lyle on any terms.

Lux Interior is dead and the Cramps, as such, are dead. Rocket from the Crypt, at least as a band, is in the crypt. But loopy Alabaman Dan Sartain is coming to town – I wish I could be at the county line to see if he rolls in a souped-up Mustang. Or maybe he’ll hop off a caboose at the train station; grip in hand. Formerly on Swami; encouraged by RFTC’s John Weiss, the man who could have been separated at birth from John Waters (well, a younger, better looking one – no offense, John) has a new album (Live, released by Little Indian July 20). Back on the road behind it, Dan’s likely to attract a bevy of grease monkeys and Bettie Pages (or folks who just want to look like them), along with anyone hungry for Sartain’s lunatic-fringe menudo of rockabilly, ‘60s rave-ups, and classic punk; all ringing with perfectly-executed vintage reverb. I predict he’ll rock the house –if we’re lucky, taking “Walk Among the Cobras IV” to incendiary heights. Yeah, Dan has a thing about snakes… and a thing about atheism, and Satanism, and miracles. All in one hypnotic package. I’m not throwing around a phrase like “lunatic fringe” loosely. From a 2008 ArtRocker interview, here’s Dan on hanging (oneself):

“It’s about Alice Cooper, man. And I saw some pictures of James Dean and he did that. He looked really cool. I took these pictures, and I actually did have to hang myself for five – ten seconds while my friend went click click click, then I put my toes back on the stairs. But they cut my fucking feet off the album cover, so you couldn’t see that I was actually hanging! So I did all that shit for nothing! I guess my neck got real stretched out. When my mother saw ‘em (those photos) she was horrified.”

One more separated-at-birth thing re: Sartain – his voice, and a lot of his topics and structures, remind me a lot of Nathan Payne, who I profiled here a few months ago. If one wasn’t an atheist and the other a Christian, I’d suggest some sort of match-up.

Mice Parade isn’t coming to San Diego – it’s just doing a few NE (and at the Rock ‘n’ Roll Hotel, for my D.C.-area pals) appearances before heading to Europe or something (yeah, it’s making me cranky). Anyway, I’ll be writing about the new record somewhere soon. The title made me lol: What It Means To Be Left-Handed. Okay, maybe you have to know MP’s work to find that amusing. So here, from Obrigado Saudade, is one of my favorites. The way MP leader Adam Pierce knits lyrics with sound is often brilliantlyvisceral. O/w, would you catch me publicly lauding anything that could invite the shoe-gaze moniker? Eh, who cares? Labels, schmabels.

This has barely tickled the surface of this summer’s notable touring artists. If you comment, maybe give a heads-up re: whatever you’re excited to see. Meanwhile, I’m lovin’ the excuse to ice this cake with a nifty little number by Hard Stuff (nee Bullet), a relatively short-lived, early metal conjunct including master bassist John Gustafson and a couple of ex-Atomic Roosters. I used to throw this on at WGTB. For those who remember; here, from Bulletproof, is that song you didn’t like – or maybe one you dug. Toodle-oo, cowgirls ‘n’ boys.

Mary Leary is a poet and spoken word/music/performance artist who has been obsessed with sound for as long as she can remember. She edited and published one of the first New Wave 'zines, (the) Infiltrator (Washington, D.C.), and helped introduce New Wave and other alternatives through her radio shows at WGTB FM (Georgetown U.). Her poetry has been featured in numerous publications and at many venues, including KPBS FM and La Mama La Galleria, and in anthologies including: Hurricane Blues: Poems About Katrina and Rita, Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend: Women Writers on Baseball, The Unbearables, A Joyous Season, and The 2008 San Diego Poetry Annual. Her poetry is featured online at Creekwalker.com, The Melic Review, Gypsy 3, and ALittlePoetry.com. You can see her 2008 third-prize winning poem at Bookhabit.com. A poetry chapbook, Pretty Scary Jack O'Lanterns, is available through http://www.breadandlightning.net. Her short-short story collection, Cher Wolfe and Other Stories, is available on Amazon. Upcoming work includes a poem in A Walk In The Clouds, an anthology about the Obama election, and in The 2009 San Diego Poetry Annual. Her music journalism is featured at Daggerzine.com and at the San Diego Reader site, among others.

16 Comments

  1. Gary Windham

    July 22, 2010 at 12:04 pm

    Dan S. is a madman, kind of reminds me of the guy who assasinated JFK, but – how much of his deal is real? I guess it doesn’t matter when you can rock out – I’ll be there!

  2. Jimmyjramone

    July 22, 2010 at 12:09 pm

    Totally down w/ the DS show. Lovett’s good I guess but maybe I’m not old enough (!). Mice Parade’s very nice sleepy-time stuff. What I’m excited about: MY band! Tx, M!

  3. laurie gennaro

    July 22, 2010 at 12:25 pm

    Love love love Lyle and wish I was there to see him! The song you posted is one of my Lyle favorites – what a nice feel he had with that band

  4. Alain R.

    July 22, 2010 at 1:25 pm

    I’m psyched about the new M Parade. Dan Sartain looks worth seeing, I will keep an eye out. Merci, Marie~

  5. arita

    July 22, 2010 at 1:47 pm

    Nice to hear someone else appreciates Lyle. He brings out the yearning in me….and that’s a good thing.

  6. brandi robbins

    July 22, 2010 at 2:36 pm

    This is happy stuff – and guess what – the sun came out today here in San Diego! (finally!) Humphrey’s is too rich for my blood right now but I enjoyed the video — and this gets me into wanting to go to a show. Hmmm…

  7. ignatiusturnblow

    July 22, 2010 at 2:43 pm

    Dan Sartain all the wain! I’ll be up front at the ‘bah, with a basket of chickens and maracas – yeh!

  8. Abaad

    July 22, 2010 at 4:30 pm

    Lyle has carved out a niche based purely on talent and solid, layered songwriting.
    (and mesmerized Julia Roberts to boot!)
    Nice to hear his praises written…

  9. mike donovan

    July 22, 2010 at 4:30 pm

    I’m all about Mr. Lovett – and, btw, he is coming with his large band – whoo-hoo!

  10. Mary

    July 22, 2010 at 4:43 pm

    Thanks, Mike – I got confirmation that Lyle’s w his band after the column posted – but, hey, ain’t that reason for rejoicing?!

  11. darlene

    July 23, 2010 at 7:26 am

    love the lovett. i guess i am old enough to appreciate him. wish i could join u at the casbah for sartain. maybe he could save me from the devil once and for all. another great article mary.

  12. David

    July 23, 2010 at 10:17 am

    I remember Lyle Lovett too well from his country star on the Hollywood Red Carpet posturing days to fully appreciate him now, but thank you for introducing me to Dan Sartain! I’d love to see his show. Great column, as usual.

  13. nelson smythe

    July 29, 2010 at 6:31 pm

    Quite a range here! For me, MP is the show to see – great atmospheric stuff.

  14. synthPoprocker

    July 29, 2010 at 7:43 pm

    Mice Parade – me too, me too! We’re going to be on the E coast & we are going to see them!

  15. brandi robbins

    August 3, 2010 at 1:31 am

    I wish I could go to the Dan Sartain show – he looks wicked!

  16. Mario Kertzman

    February 2, 2011 at 5:27 am

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