Joe Prichard – Just Play the Damn Song

Joe Prichard
Just Play The Damn Song (link includes song clips)

If you’re familiar with Joe Prichard at all, it is probably as the front man, and primary songwriter, of the Morgantown, WV outfit The Recipe. Through out the mid to late 90s, The Recipe were the musical equivalent of that ball from Katamari Damacy, scooping up new fans every where they played. The band’s sound was a mix of traditional Appalachian mountain music and Joe’s unrepentant love of the Beatles and 60s brit pop. While usually lumped in with the jamband scene, the group eschewed long jams in favor of songs that were instantly in your head, easy to sing along with, and, most importantly, damn fun to dance around to. It was this mix which was at the center of the Recipe phenomenon.

Unfortunately, while the 90s were very good to the band, this decade was less so. Shortly after the decade started the band lost female vocalist Kristen Wolverton, whose larger then life personality was a big part of the Recipe identity. They quickly rebounded from this though by picking up Julie Edlow to fill Kristen’s slot and began the process of rebuilding their momentum. Before they could really get themselves back on track though, the band stumbled with a long series of line-up changes, owing in large part to their relentless touring schedule. The band limped along for a couple more years, eventually cutting back on touring, before finally calling it quits in ’07 with Joe as the sole original member left in the group. The band still occasionally plays now and then and still puts on their Recipe Family Cookout festival at Nelson Ledges in OH, but no longer tours.

Just Play the Damn Song is Joe’s first album since officially dissolving The Recipe, and it’s an interesting continuation of his career as a song writer. While The Recipe’s sound was a mix of Appalachia and England, it tended to skew more towards Appalachia, especially later on in its life. With his first solo album, Joe seems to be pushing the mix in the other direction. There is little of the fast breaks and flat picking that one might expect from a song writer who grew up in WV. Instead there’s more of a roots rock feel that is informed by 60s pop and a definite Beatles influence. Since the album is a Joe Prichard solo affair, instead of the work of a fixed band, the arrangements are allowed to shift to what the song needs, though they tend to focus on guitars, bass, and drums, with a little keys and percussion here and there as accents. Smartly Joe’s kept one of the best things about the Recipe sound though, its focus on the rhythm. While the Appalachia:England mix has changed, Joe is still writing great songs that aren’t just easy to dance to, but almost compel you to move.

While the album changes the formula a bit, Joe isn’t making a total break from his past. The album features a handful of tracks that debuted as Recipe songs, a couple of which were even recorded by The Recipe, but the new takes, while echoing their original versions and being the closest Joe comes to mimicking the Recipe sound, also seem to have something a bit different about them.

The result of all of this is a very strong first effort that puts Joe’s song writing up front. Given Joe’s history, it probably would have been easy for him to put together an album that included some great pickers and really celebrated the Appalachian sound. Instead, Joe is standing alone on this album for better or worse. If you like this album, you will want to pay attention to Joe’s work. If not, then may be this isn’t for you, as crazy as I may think you are.

The underlying sense I get from this album is that of a song writer, faced with having to stand on his own in the wake of his band’s break up, returning to his roots and rediscovering why it is he’s doing this. I’m not sure how much of this is me having gotten to know Joe years ago, but I just get the feeling that he’s having a lot of fun with this album. Listening to some of these songs, I can almost picture that grin of his.

The Recipe were never a band that tried to be anything that they weren’t. They played the music they liked, free of pretension. For me, that was always the most obvious expression of their Appalachian roots. They were part of a tradition that saw music as a part of life. A reason for people to come together and enjoy themselves. They were not a band that was concerned with being rock stars, just paying the rent and the bills. Joe’s mixed up the formula with his first solo album, but that central drive, not of stardom, but of just playing music people will enjoy, is still obvious.

I would especially recommend this album to fans of the Wizard Rock group The Remus Lupins. The sound is a little fuller, with a more roots rock flavor to it, but there are more then a few similarities between the two groups, owing in large part to both band’s obvious debt to the Beatles. For non WRockers, I’d recommend this to anyone with a fondness for late 60s, very early 70s, roots rock music. The Band or The Byrds, might be good touch stones, but with a more meaty sound.

While they aren’t the best representations of the fleshed out versions of the songs you’ll hear on the album, here are two video clips of Joe doing two songs from the album live.

Down With Hollywood

Get Back Down

A mix of sorts

So a couple of months ago, inspired partly by my brother Z’s excellent podcast, Radio Free Hipster, I decided to try my hand at putting together a mix tape for the first time in probably about 15 years or so. It was totally off the cuff, so it is a little rough around the edges, but I’d like to think it has some charm. So, after letting it age for awhile, I’m finally throwing it out for public consumption. Feel free to leave comments. If folks like it, I’ll see what I can do about putting together another.

The initial idea for this mix was to do two mixes, each about 45 minutes in length (the length of one side of a 90 minute tape). The first would be labeled Saturday Night and have some fun tracks to move around to. The second would be labeled Sunday morning, and would be kind of a modern riff on the programming that they used to have on Sunday’s on the DC NPR station WAMU. Before the station slipped into copy cat NPR land, Sunday’s were dedicated to mountain music. A mix of country fried gospel, old school Country and Western, and a whole bunch of string band music thrown in for good measure. It was a great way to start off a nice relaxed Sunday. And the perfect music to sooth that little hang over that served to remind you of the depravity of the night before. Alas, I could just never get Sunday to come together like I wanted, and I’m still casually working on that one. So, you only get Saturday Night, and while there’s a little religion in this mix, you’re pretty much on your own for saving your soul.

Saturday Night (a love note to the rhythm section)- a mix from free-geek.
(note: The link to the file is at the bottom of that page, under the ad, if the download doesn’t work for you, try again later. If someone knows of a better free service, please let me know)

Hello Bonjour – Michael Franti & SpearheadYell Fire!
Franti’s an artist who typically takes repeated listens before I can really get into his tracks. And even then, there’s some tracks I love and others that strike me as just OK. Backed by none other then Sly & Robbie, one of the most famous and respected rhythm sections in reggae, I knew this track was going to be fun. And it delivers in spades. I dare you to stand still while listening to this track. And since it’s at the beginning of the mix, you can easily hit rewind over and over again.

Chop ‘Em Down – MatisyahuLive at Stubb’s
When Matisyahu first popped up he was a bit of a novelty. A Hasidic Jew singing reggae? Surely this was some kind of joke. This live version of Chop ‘Em Down shows why no one thinks he’s a joke anymore and if you still think he’s a novelty, you’ve obviously not heard him. Where Franti brought the politics that so commonly peppers reggae tunes, Matisyahu brings the religion that is just as important.

33 RPM – John Brown’s BodySpirits All Around Us
After the politics of Franti, and the religion of Matisyahu, it seemed only fitting to close out the reggae portion of this mix (or Act 1 as I like to think of it), by turning inward with this JBB track about the healing power of throwing on the headphones and loosing yourself in your favorite music. Plus, the bass hook in this track is just mesmerizing. If the rest of the song was crap, that bass line would keep me coming back. The fact that the rest of the track is equally as strong just makes it that much better.

No Clothes On – All Mighty SenatorsRaw Power Live
Opening up the second act of this little play, you need a track that really makes a mark. I decided to go with the Baltimore, MD institution known as the All Mighty Senators. Fronted by Baltimore’s own super hero Landis Expandis, AMS have been gigging since the mid to late 80s. No Clothes On is an older track that gives you a taste of what a Senators show can be, but don’t be fooled, this is a band that must be seen to be believed.

Hey Good Lookin – The Bomb SquadSophistafunk
After the Senators I was tempted to pull out one the Bomb Squads scorching high energy funk tracks. Instead though, I decided to throw in a little curve ball action by going with this more low key number. The old bump and sway is still there though and this is a great track off the band’s first album, back when they were still fronted by the great Jen Durkin.

Stop The Bus – Grace Potter and the NocturnalsThis Is Somewhere
Of course, going with the low key Bomb Squad track also gave me a nice set up to move the mix into Act 3, the bluesy act. Here we have the wonderful Grace Potter and the Nocturnals with a track off their second album. I’ve got to say that there are some tracks on this album that don’t really grab me, but that’s in part because the tracks that do grab me do it just so damn well that “good” just seems like an insult. Stop The Bus is a great example of this, with a great bass line that locks the track down and gives it the slink that it needs to underline Grace’s lyrics.

Drop Down Mama – The North Mississippi AllstarsShake Hands With Shorty
This was probably the hardest track to place on the entire mix. I knew I wanted a NMA track on the album, but which one!? NMA is one of those bands that look so good on paper, you’re sure they aren’t going to have anything where it counts. A power-trio lineup that includes two of Jim Dickinson‘s sons, and that used to include Duwayne Burnside, son of famed blues man, RL Burnside, on second guitar. The fact that they play so well that you forget all of that, is just short of amazing. Drop Down Mama is an electric jook joint number that gets your toe tapping about 3 seconds after it got your ass shaking. Another track that I dare you stand still to. And seriously, if you ever get the chance to see these guys live. For the love of god, do it! You’ll thank me later.

I Need More Love – Robert Randolph & The Family BandUnclassified
If Drop Down Mama is the jook joint on a Saturday night, Randolph is church on Sunday morning. That is if Sly Stone was the preacher. Slide guitarist Randolph originally came to his instrument via the sacred steel musical tradition that’s associated with the House of God church. I’m not even going to pretend I’m familiar with that tradition, but there is a definite ecstatic joyful noise to the man’s music. As mentioned earlier, the most obvious touch stone for the Randolph is Sly Stone and the Family Stone (nope, I don’t think the name thing is just a coincidence). I Need More Love is a pretty solid introduction to the man’s music; funky, fun, positive and sure to put a smile on your face almost as wide as Randolph’s.

That’s What Love Will Make You Do – Little MiltonStax 50th Anniversary Celebration
Since I decided to impose upon myself the old 45 minute time limit that has defined so many mix tapes, I ran into one of the hardest decisions there is. What is going to be the last song you pick for inclusion in the mix? While this isn’t the last song per say, it was the last one I picked. It needed to fit into the over all vibe of the tape, and had to be the right length. To long, and I’ll miss the time restraint. To short, and you end up leaving a ton of dead air on the tape. Luckily, when I picked through my iTunes catalog I noticed a collection I’d downloaded off eMusic of old tracks from the venerable Stax Records. And sure enough, Little Milton doing the classic That’s What Love Will Make You Do, filled the void perfectly. It has enough swing to sit along side Robert Randolph and hold its own, but it also has enough blues to remind us that we’re still in the bluesy third act of this little mix. Beyond that, its a great take on a great song that was released on a great label. What the hell more do you want then that?

One Step Closer To You – Michael Franti & SpearheadYell Fire!
I know it is a sin of mix tapes to include two tracks from one artist. And I know that two tracks from the same album makes it even worse. That said, I thought there was a nice symmetry to ending as we began. And after the third act, I thought this track might offer a nice counter point. Sometimes after being blown away by a hot band at a club, something nice and chill just hits you perfectly. For me, and how I was envisioning this little mix, One Step Closer hits the mark, both in vibe and message.

So that’s it folks. 10 tracks of fun. I hope you enjoyed it and came away with some new tips on groups/albums that you want to check out. As I said above, if you dig this and would like to hear more, leave a comment below. I have been accused of having widely eclectic tastes in music, so who knows what the next mix will end up like.

A question of definitions

I’ve been pretty much out of the loop recently. A combination of work and family things has kept me away from the general goings on of the internet over the past couple of weeks. Because of this, it was not until reading a post at Wil Wheaton’s blog that I even became aware of something called, The Society For Geek Advancement and their I Am A Geek video that, I guess, has frazzled some folks. While I haven’t dug to deep into the whole thing (basically, I’ve read Wil’s post and poked around the site a little bit) it does kind of jive with some ideas that have been bubbling in my head for the past six months, and since I’m obviously not writing anything else here right now, I figured I’d just use this as an excuse to dump some of these ideas.

Specifically, I’m wondering if what we’re seeing these days is standard cultural apropriation. This is a pretty common occurrence, with one culture appropriating elements of another culture, mutating them into something that is their own, and then, usually, passing them on to another culture. While at its worst, cultural appropriation can sometimes leave some folks with a bad taste in their mouth (I imagine there are still folks who froth at the mere mention of World Music), it can generally be a fairly healthy and good thing for all involved. As long as those in the group who are being appropriated from don’t get to hung up on how the group that is doing the appropriating mutate the pieces of culture that they grab.

Probably one of the most famous examples of how this can be done well is the early history of rock and roll. Originally involving the “white mainstream” (that isn’t really the term I want, but I can’t think of anything better) appropriating the blues and r&b of black jook joints to create early rock and roll; with folks like Elvis, Jerry Lee Lewis, Bill Haley, and a host of others. The Brits then latched onto both those same roots and those early rock and roll groups. They took those sounds and mutated them into something that was uniquely their own; with folks like the Beatles, the Stones, the Yardbirds, and others. From that the Americans took the ball back, launching the garage rock rebellion which quickly evolved into the early psych scene. The Brits were feeding off those same sounds as well, and came back with a psych scene all of their own. Leading to the American and Brit pop music scenes just feeding off each other for years and creating some wonderful music. And lest you think those early jook joint players were left completely out of in the cold, the Blues was not only able to use this new feeding frenzy to get some recognition, but also did a little appropriating of their own. And Jazz, of course, walked out of the deal with Fusion, a blatant appropriation of rock and funk.

In the mid 90s, the geek world took possibly its greatest creation, the internet, and injected it into western society. (Obviously, it wasn’t just western society, but that seems to be the scope of this discussion). From there the mainstream, underground, and geek worlds have been constantly mutating and evolving this creation to the point that no one really even knows what the hell it is anymore. One of the most profound effects it has had on all cultures though, is its ability to lower barriers of entry until they are all but nonexistent. Pick the most obscure fringe culture you can think of, and they are now only a (im)properly worded google search away from being found. For many people this is an incredibly intoxicating idea to contemplate. At least until the masses of unwashed show up on your doorstep and start appropriating and mutating things that have genuine meaning for you.

Long seen as social pariahs who were largely ignored by western society. Geeks have little experience in the giving side of cultural appropriation. In the past, if we have been acknowledged by other elements of our society, it has typically been as comedic stereotypes with little depth. Over the past fifteen years those this situation has begun to shift. We are still largely the primary tool builders and early adopters on the internet. Given that the internet is quickly becoming the primary backbone of communication in western society, it seems only natural that we would suddenly find ourselves in a much more integral role in the shaping of that society. In short, long ignored, we have now found ourselves the center of attention, and as such are ripe for cultural appropriation.

Most of us typically view various cultures as discreet entities that evolve internally. In fact this is not how cultures exist at all. Most cultures will have a center, which is the most dense and uniform and around which the rest of the culture revolves. But it also has fringes, and through these fringes new ideas and concepts are introduced to the culture. It is these new ideas which cause the culture to evolve and grow. Out on the far fringe of any culture there is a grey area, where it becomes difficult to separate one culture from another. It is this far fringe where evolution first begins.

Basically, it goes down like this. Someone existing out in this grey area comes across an idea or concept that’s floating around one culture. They take this idea and share it with someone who is a little closer to the center of another culture. This person then shares it with someone who’s a little close to the center of that same culture. So on and so forth, the eventual outcome is that this new idea or concept works its way into the center and causes the culture to either evolve or breakdown, depending on whether or not it can handle this new idea or concept. (most of the time, they do just fine) The thing is that by the time this idea or concept has made its way to the center, it has evolved and mutated into something that, while possibly similar in some respects to its original, is unique to this culture. Kind of like a weird ass game of telephone.

This is what we are dealing with here, in my opinion. After being largely ignored, thanks to our creation of the internet, our ideas and concepts are working their ways towards the centers of other cultures. As they do so, they are mutating and changing. For instance, one person may dig the “new media” angle of the whole thing, but have certain hang ups about D&D or Magic The Gathering. And so, their definition of geek evolves into this thing where that isn’t part of the equation and it is even OK to look down on ‘those types’ of people. Others may view being a geek as being able to pronounce words like ‘meme’ properly, and so they create a definition where it is OK to ridicule those folks who do not. All of this is part of the process. An outside example of what I’m talking about would be what happened to the punk underground after Nirvana broke and the definition of what it meant to be a punk suddenly began the rapidly mutate.

So, the question becomes, how do we go forward from here. History shows us that cultures/movements which become hung up on how other cultures appropriate their ideas, quickly become stagnant and whither. On the other hand, cultures/movements which either ignore it or go tit for tat and start doing some appropriation of their own, typically can thrive in this environment and find their cultural stock increases exponentially over time. Japan for instance, was in some ways totally stagnant during its years of cultural isolation, but after it began appropriating the crap out of the American culture in the post-WWII era, it turned itself into a cultural juggernaut.

Bottom line, it was our invention of the internet which created this mess. We can either piss and moan about whether this person is or is not a geek. Or debate endlessly about what a “real” geek is. Or, we can do what we do best and give with one hand, while appropriating everything in sight with the other.

Of course, there’s another angle to all of this. As more and more of our ideas are soaked up by other cultures, especially the mainstream, it gives our younger brothers and sisters more leverage with which to navigate the trials which typically befall us as we grow up. So ask yourself, is spending your time dictating how your more of a geek then Shaq (psst, he doesn’t know who the fuck you are) more important then cutting down on the number of times the next generation gets shoved into a locker?

And just for the record, this message is being beamed to you straight from a location with in the grey zone. Centers are boring.

Thoughts from Portus

The below is a batch of disjointed thoughts that flow in a similar vein. As I said before, ideas are still gestating, but I just had an interesting idea pop into my head and I’d like to get it down before it gestates into nothingness.

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A year or two ago a friend of mine was comparing her younger days in the late 70s and early 80s traveling up and down the east coast going to sci-fi cons to some of our friend’s experiences at about the same time, traveling around following the Grateful Dead. She noted several similarities, but did allow for one major difference. As she put it, they “had better music.”

Now, at the end of not only my first Potter conference, but my first con of any sort, I’m not sure that the new generation of fandom will end up suffering from the same fate.

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Random thought that keeps popping up in my head after seeing the Wizard Rockumentary;

“Wizard Rock kids are the brats of fandom. They are undoubtedly the future of fandom, but they aren’t willing to just sit around and talk about it. They also want to sing and dance. They aren’t just happy with being who they are, they want to celebrate it.”

The average age of any event at Portus dropped 5 – 10 years (may be more) when the event was WRock.

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Young fans have no history of festivals, but they do know cons.

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And now, the idea that prompted this garble of thought:

What if we jettisoned the festival model and instead used cons as the driving model? A weekend. A hotel. A crap load of music. Workshops and classes on recording, distributing, doing shows, booking tours, song writing, using software tools, all kinds of other stuff. Not just let people dance and sing, but show them the tools and then teach them how to use those tools, so that they can take part instead of just watching.

Big events for the “stars”, but also smaller events for up and coming artists. Open mic sessions.

Let folks rent out conference rooms for shows. The FL kids, as an example, could pool money to rent one room for their performances. Boss Fight or Nerdy South could rent another room to showcase their artists.

Maybe even expand outside of just music. A theater running vids and fan movies. Fan fic workshops.

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It is a thought, you have to give me that.

Credit for my ah ha moment needs to go to The Blibbering Humdingers, Fred Lives, and House of Black, who were responsible for this scene that I found when I showed up at the Post-Portus Dance Party

Blibbering Humdingers

Fred Lives and House of Black

Portus – Not A Review

I guess Portus is over now. There is still the Post-Portus Dance Party which starts in about three hours, but the name kind of implies that it really shouldn’t be counted.

The weekend was… interesting. Apparently at some point I pissed off Eris again and she decided that this week would be her revenge. I came down with a cold on Tuesday which resulted in me missing the Mickey Hart Band show on Wednesday night. The cold, combined with my terminal case of shyness in real life, left me in a weird state for most of the weekend. All of this seemed to come to a head Friday night when I spent most of the night with my hearing out of whack because of the pressure build up.

Things began to turn around on Saturday. At the last minute I made the decision to go see the Wizard Rockumentary, instead of seeing Oliver Boyd, The Blibbering Humdingers, and Owl Post. I’m still bummed at missing those sets, but the movie was in many ways a revelation. I picked up the DVD after the screening and watched it again last night. I’m sure I will at least be watching it on the flight back tomorrow. I’ll try to get a review together at some point, but right now it is a bundle of half formed ideas.

Which kind of sums up where my head is at about this whole experience. A jumble of half formed ideas which may or may not ever fully gestate. I’m not sure if I’ll be coming to one of these symposiums again or not. I think, given why I came here, something like WRockstock would probably serve me better. I am glad I came though. It wasn’t what I had expected, though in many ways my expectations were unfair and unrealistic. It was real though.

Whether or not a real review of this weekend ever surfaces, video of many of the performances will be popping up over the next several weeks. So far I have almost 4 gigs of videos and the dance party still to go. I’ll throw up a note as they begin to pop up. I think I’m going to look into actually learning how use iMovie before posting these.