I think I inherited from my Dad this certain piece of DNA that the Human Genome Project has not fully identified.
It's the gene that drives me (like my Dad) to want to be the first to arrive and the last to leave.
I always watch the movie through to the end credits, just in case there's some kind of post-credits bonus scene surprise.
I hate to miss anything.
That's why when I go to a concert, I always try to be early enough for the opener.
I went to see the Old 97s last week, and knew absolutely nothing about the opener, Robert Ellis. I could have been discouraged by their admission that they hadn't fully Sound Checked, and they were kinda sick of their own songs so they were going to do mostly covers. But I wasn't.
Why?
Because Robert Ellis and his band threw down a shit-kicking 45 minutes of classic country covers with a few great originals sprinkled in.
The Wellfleet Beachcomber is not exactly a Texas Roadhouse, but the room was definitely rocking to songs written by Lefty Frisell, Faron Young and Willie Nelson.
The video below doesn't quite capture the energy, the playfulness or the tight-tight-tightness of this band, so you'll have to go see them live, to hear what I heard.
But the exciting surprise of loving a band I'd never heard of, made me glad to have the genes I do.
(Plus, this original is a riot.)
Hear the song on Youtube.
Showing posts with label wellfleet beachcomber. Show all posts
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Thursday, July 21, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
The Old 97s "I'm A Train Wreck"
There are many great songs written about the Cape and the Islands, evoking the Spirit of this place. Great tunes like “Never Been Gone” or “Vineyard” or “Cape Cod Girls.”
But for every song that was inspired by a location and is written about that place, there are 100 songs that were inspired by a location that, well, really don’t exact evoke the location whatsoever.
A year ago, my wife was dragged, practically kicking and screaming, to The Wellfleet Beachcomber by her sister-in-law to see an artist she’d never heard of.
“If you don’t want to go with her, I will,” I told my wife. “I love Rhett Miller.”
By the time the show was over, so did my wife.
Something about the songs, and the setting really won her over.
Something about the setting must’ve won Rhett Miller over, too. Because on that night a year ago, he vowed to return with his band, The Old 97s. And the day after that show, a year ago, he wrote a song.
True to Rhett’s word, The Old 97s played the Beachcomber this past weekend. And my wife, and her brother and my wife’s sister-in-law and my sister and I all made the trek to see them.
Miller introduced new song by the band, saying that he’d written this particular tune one year before, on the sands of Wellfleet Beach.
I’m guessing the local Chamber Of Commerce will not be using this song to promote tourism on Cape Cod. Especially not with Miller’s introduction that says his day on the beach inspired him to write a song about being a “total fucking disaster.”
Hear the song on Youtube.
But for every song that was inspired by a location and is written about that place, there are 100 songs that were inspired by a location that, well, really don’t exact evoke the location whatsoever.
A year ago, my wife was dragged, practically kicking and screaming, to The Wellfleet Beachcomber by her sister-in-law to see an artist she’d never heard of.
“If you don’t want to go with her, I will,” I told my wife. “I love Rhett Miller.”
By the time the show was over, so did my wife.
Something about the songs, and the setting really won her over.
Something about the setting must’ve won Rhett Miller over, too. Because on that night a year ago, he vowed to return with his band, The Old 97s. And the day after that show, a year ago, he wrote a song.
True to Rhett’s word, The Old 97s played the Beachcomber this past weekend. And my wife, and her brother and my wife’s sister-in-law and my sister and I all made the trek to see them.
Miller introduced new song by the band, saying that he’d written this particular tune one year before, on the sands of Wellfleet Beach.
I’m guessing the local Chamber Of Commerce will not be using this song to promote tourism on Cape Cod. Especially not with Miller’s introduction that says his day on the beach inspired him to write a song about being a “total fucking disaster.”
Hear the song on Youtube.
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