The Forecastle Music Festival in Twenty-First Century Spontaneous Prose

The definition of a (or rather, the) Forecastle, as given by the festival’s website, goes as such: “Fore·cas·tle (f’ok_sol) n. ~ A superstructure at the bow of a ship where the crew is housed. Hard at work in the unruly sea, a place workers gather to unwind after a hard day of labor. A place where the people come together.” The notion of a ‘gathering’ quickly extended beyond Waterfront Park, where the festival was held on the banks of the Ohio River, and became very real when we first arrived and met our CouchSurfing host, Scott.

Album Review: Egg Cracked, The Bird Went Wild

My muddled childhood impression of Willie revolves around his distinctive long hair and dress: cowboy boots and flannel shirt, which stood out in middle school. These threads were almost always on full display at Charlottesville’s downtown walking mall, where Willie would be casually slaying his acoustic axe in front of a guitar case overflowing with greenbacks. Willie Denton-Edmundson and I grew up in Charlottesville, VA, at the same time, and lingering in my mind is the notion that, as the older people put it, this kid had it. Homeboy was the next big thing; he was going to make it. There was a distance between our paths through adolescence, but Willie found his way into my life via the lore surrounding his presence in the local music scene. …CONTINUE…

Bliss from Bullshit: A Day in the Lonely Life of Scott Rudd

Music should make us feel something. We listen in order to have our toes wiggle and to have goose-bumps roll across our bodies, to validate our existence or escape from it. Singer-songwriter Scott Rudd’s The Lonely Life EP explores the emotional complexities of our everyday realities through simple means – an unrefined guitar, drums, choice keys and strings, and ghostlike harmonies. He combines these elements to communicate his emotions in …continue…

Review: Tune-Yards at The Jefferson Theater

“Ladies and Gentlemen, Merrill is performing at the…” Thus begins “My Country,” the first song on w h o k i l l the tUnE-yArDs sophomore album. As the driving creative force behind the band that can’t be pinned down (the music of  tUnE-yArDs has been described variously as Afro-beat, lo-fi, experimental, and even ‘wonky pop’), Merrill Garber seems to be performing everywhere, yet is nowhere to be seen. Before …continue…