After driving all through the night we awoke to a beautiful morning in Austin. After loading in at Agave Bar (512 Sixth Street if you find yourself attending SXSW and you’re looking for something to do at 8 tonight. But really you should come at 6 because 27 Lights go on then, followed by New Grass Country Club) we started wandering. Our adventure took us to a place called Mi Casa where we were enticed by free tamales. These free tamales led us to the music of Suzanna Choffel, and just as quickly were made fans of the music of Suzanna Choffel. Right now we are resting by the river enjoying the sunshine.
Yessir. This Friday (March 12th) Frenchmen St. is gonna be the mother cluckin’ sheit – poppin’ off the brim with fat beats, drunken eyes, lingering smiles… Where you need to be: The Blue Nile. New Orleans Bingo Show! is partnering with the Foburg folks to bring you 4 fat bands – Bears of Blue River, One Man Machine, the Givers, and Yours Truly. Here’s how it’s going down:
Bears of Blue River
Show kicks off at 9:30 pm with Chicago folksters the Bears of Blue River. Easy, smooth, folk soul. Good stuff. NBC Correspondent Rob Hudson said their music makes him “want to walk naked through the woods!”
One Man Machine
Next up, at 10:30pm – New Orleans own funky psychedelic pop powerhouse One Man Machine & the Powers that Be. Peep the music here: One Man Machine. Yessir.
These Machines Kill Fascists - Photo by Elle Maloney
Then, come Midnight – Yours Truly takes the stage. The Dirty Bourbon River Show has some special antics planned for you! Many, many new songs, new shenanigans, even a new instrument will be introduced! Come see what we’ve been cookin’ up. It’s wild, a great mix of the old, and a whole lot of the new too. Oooohhh weeeeee!
The Givers
Closing out the night round 2 am is Foburg Headliner – Lafayette’s Folk Pop Pranksters the Givers. Check ’em out here. They’ll treat you right.
It’s gonna be a damn fine night, chalked full of some damn good music and people. I hope you all can make it out. $10 gets you access all night – the Blue Nile is at 532 Frenchmen Street.
Also, tonight (Thur, March 11th) I’ll be emceeing (& playing a couple songs with 27light) a SXSW fundraiser for us, New Grass, 27 lights, and friends at Cafe Prytania. Tix are $5, all proceeds go to Austin Stipends for all Chkn & Egg artists. That way, we can afford to spread the music! Cafe P is at 3445 Prytania, across from Touro Infirmary.
Last, but not least – we have a website: www.dirtybourbonrivershow.com. Made it ourselves, from scratch. Pretty slick, eh? Soon we’ll feed the blog through there (and get rid of myspace). And as always, let us now if there’s anything else you want to see.
So you’ve been made aware of the Kickstarter project (which at press time is at 25% !), but there’s alot…like ALOT else going on in our world. We are playing Foburg Festival at the Blue Nile on Friday, March 12th right before The Givers! Shout out to New Orleans Bingo! Show, who are the programmers for the evening!
After all the nastinest that is sure to ensue throughout all of Foburg, we head to SXSW as part of the Chik’n + Egg Showcase at The Agave on Thursday, March 18th at 415 Sixth Street. There are a ton of bands that are a part of this showcase including our peoples New Grass Country Club, 27 Lights, and Flow Tribe!
Plus we’ve got people in the lab coming up with all sorts of that good good to start floating your (yes that means you and you) way in the next few months.
Yarghdeharghhargh! Week one of argh wonderful Kickstarter project now drawing to a close. It’s been a good 1st run. Thank you so much to argh first 13 backers – $610/$3,ooo now raised – that’s 20%!! Yessssirrreee! 20%!!!
But we still have 80% to go – the first 3 days were good, but it cooled off a little as the week drew to a close. Getting a little worried. Let’s not hit a lull. Anyone with cool ideas on how to spread the word please hit us up at dirtybourbon@gmail.com. Yargh!
~ Captain Noah Adams Without a Boat Only Presently
Those crazy instrumentalists are at it again – “where do they get off?” you’re probably wondering – music with no vocals yeah, that shit is crazy – but truth is,they got the fat beats son. Metronome the City – the fucking good shit, check them out here
Opening up is Loyola 2 piece High in One Eye – also fucking crazy – wild pattern-driven thrust music – the good shit. Pull your thumb out yo mouth and go on down to the Circle Bar. This Saturday. Five bucks. And you get a free copy of the new Metronome the City CD. Bladow.
Just days ago, we were approved for Kickstarter, a new, revolutionary funding platform for artists, designers, filmakers, musicians, inventors, and the like. Our project: “New Orleans Gypsy Folk Rock Show Mobilizing for the Future” launched yesterday:
We’ve already raised $110, 4% of our $3000 goal. I invite everybody to check it out – and please send a link to anyone you may think be interested. Thank you.
No one raps anymore. Yes, this is the Dirty Bourbon River Show blog, but I need to get this off my chest. I know it’s been said before, but its all hype now. When was the last time someone younger than 20 named Rakim as one of the best ever? With a generation raised on it, it’s amazing how quickly we forgot how you used to be able to dance to the beat and have an ill MC on the track. What’s the constant refrain I hear “Man, you don’t need to be dope to get on the radio. Just payola and a beat that people will dance to”. And I always ask “Then why do you listen?” I always hear the same thing, who ever I’m talking to gives me a sheepish “Well, cus you dance to it…” Bullshit, I still remember when you could hear A Tribe Called Quest on the radio. Tell me you can’t dance to that and that Phife and Tip weren’t two of the best. Are there cats out now that do their shit right on a mass level? Of course, we still got Lupe and Raekwon’s Only Bulit 4 Cuban Linx pt. II was dope. Jay-Z can still be on point when he wants to be, but now we got Premo making beats for Christina Aguilera. Fucked, aint it? We still mourn losing Biggie, Pac, and ODB, but how many people still mourn Jam Master Jay or Big L? It’s like everyone gave a pass to the mainstream that said take the aesthetic, borrow what you want, but make sure you make it for everybody. Then the underground kept everything that was dope. Thing is, is there any form of music that is meant for everybody? Does everybody like jazz? No. So why does everybody have to like Hip-Hop? Why don’t the best MCs and the best producers get to put forth their best foot and let the people who want it come get it? And I don’t want to hear all about how it’s the nature of the beast, cus that beast is dying in its cave. Record sales DON’T MATTER anymore. So with dawn soon approaching, let’s take back whats ours. Or better yet, let’s just be good again.
What a wonderful Mardi Gras. What a wonderful fucking Mardi Gras. My god. Still mulling over everything that happened; some of it blurry, most good… where to begin?..
After playing Tipitina’s everything just kind of blends together… We win the Superbowl on Sunday… Mon. hurts the head… Slipped out of Gooslby’s class early and went downtown with a keg and my pirate friends midweek for the Super Bowl parade… then Friday, opened up for Rebirth Brass Band at Cafe Prytania (amazing show, thanks to all that came out), then Sat. blends into Sunday, saw Bootsy on a Thoth float, got pelted, then Lundi Gras took us all by storm… savagely drunk, stumbling around downtown, woke up on somebody’s lawn, delirious, made it to Zulu just in time…
Me & Bootsy sleeping on the ground just before Zulu...
Then I slept a long, long time, and now here I am, Ash Wednesday, full of sins, shedding them slowly, one by one… It’s been a long, wild Mardi Gras… thank you everyone who was a part of it…
Many great new things to come… new songs… going to SXSW… Album’s up on iTunes:
On Tuesday night, I found myself on the corner of Barrone and Howard with the rest of New Orleans celebrating the Saints victory in the Super Bowl. However, I had a problem. I am born and raised in Minneapolis, Minnesota. Not only that I am a Vikings fan. I have lived in New Orleans for the better part of a year and a half. While I love my first home with all my heart, so much has happened to me. I’ve had to run from a hurricane after only being here a week only to end up running towards the worst part of it in Baton Rouge. I’ve had the distinct pleasure of being accommodated in Orleans Parish Prison for a night. I’ve fallen in love and lost it. Not to mention my first Mardi Gras and all the other standard New Orleans bucket list experiences. So with this victory I found myself in the first conflict of interest since coming down here last fall.
See, I supported both teams in the regular season, knowing in my gut that they were destined to face each other in the playoffs. When they did, ultimately I sided with my home team. To do otherwise I felt would be treasonous. However, I knew that if New Orleans won, the city would have its hopes so high that it would seem impossible for them to not go on to win the Super Bowl. Since this is what happened, I could see in locals an excitement and hope that didn’t quite seem to be there before. So when time came for kickoff last Sunday, I wanted the Saints to win. Not for me, but for my second home. They needed it more than me.
While my first home has seen its share of let-downs on the football field, my second had been let down by so many of the things in which they had placed faith. It was in seeing this I realized how to reconcile my two homes. Just place my heart behind whichever one needs it the most and the rest should manage to work itself out.
This past Friday at Tipitina’s was by far my favorite show to date. Utterly fucking amazing. Thank you everybody who came out and shared these fine times.Look for live recordings, more photos, video and much more to come. Anyone with pics please please hit them up on the facebook here:
