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I know it’s automatically less convenient to buy music online from anywhere other than iTunes (yay anticompetition), but I really think this is an effort worth supporting. Local record shops are getting pushed out of business. Hell, even the Tower Records and Virgin Megastores of the world are struggling. But now the independent mom and pop shops are going online, thanks to their industry consortium group. So while I don’t have any particular animus towards Apple (which provides me with wonderful products), I do believe that local record stores are the backbone for spreading the good small bands that sometimes turn into good big bands.

So, check out thinkindie.com. The prices are the same, the quality is better and the money is going to the local stores. It’s our way of fighting back against the Wal-Mart-sized companies that are rapidly taking over our music.

(Many thanks and hat tips to the incomparable Pitchfork.com for cluing me in to this wonderful development.)

The concert gods can be cruel, to say the least. For more than 10 years, I’ve been waiting for God Street Wine to get back together. In the meantime, I’ve seen nearly all of its members play shows of their own with the various post-GSW bands they formed. Now, as a major component of my wish is set to come true, I find myself inextricably married to another show!

GSWs front three: (from L) Lo Faber, Dan Pifer and Aaron Maxwell.

GSW's front three: (from L) Lo Faber, Dan Pifer and Aaron Maxwell.

To clarify, Lo Faber and Aaron Maxwell, the dual lead singer/guitarists for God Street Wine, are sitting in together with Echofission at Mexicali Blues in Teaneck, NJ. Dream come true, right? Well, not when they’re playing on May 23rd, the same day I’m seeing Bruce Springsteen play the Izod Centre in East Rutherford (about 20 minutes away.)

How frustrating is that? Arguably the two bands that I’ve loved the most over nearly 30 years, playing the same night so close to each other. What can ya do?

(Unless Lo and Aaron play a midnight set…)

Please, someone tape this show and get it up somewhere. Please?

As the crowd settled down, the noise rose up. Cycles and phasers and feedback filled the room, creating a sound Waters, Gilmour, Yorke and Greenwood would enjoy. As the sound grew, the band appeared fearless, willing to bend and twist sound and rhythms right off the bat. Tension grew and the crowd needed a release. Thus began “My Girls.”

Animal Collective on stage at Terminal 5.

Animal Collective on stage at Terminal 5.

This was how my night at Terminal 5 went with Animal Collective. Three guys, lots of electronics and a sea of talent flowed off the stage. I know how that sounds, but honestly, these guys were good. I only wish I were up to the task as a listener.

The night felt like a journey through some sort of electronic wilderness. The trippy would-be rave kings stood above us as our guides, taking us from song to song, melody to melody. In between, more wilderness, which was fine if you were in the right frame of mind to wander. Sadly, I was limited in that regard.

Among the highlights was “Summertime Clothes,” which might have been the first song to really bring the house down. People sang along and the crowd moved in unison.

After a brief encore break, Animal Collective came back for two more. They opened with a particularly spacey jam that led into “Lion in a Coma.” As the final song on their album, I expect the show to end there. Instead, they upped the ante and followed it up with “Brother Sport.” It’s always fun when a song that doesn’t particularly grab you on the album takes on a new life when performed live. With “Brother Sport,” the result was positively blissful.

A few other thoughts: I definitely zoned out for part of this show. They were great, but when I didn’t know the song, I wasn’t always able to stay focused. I don’t put that on them, but I think it is worth noting. Also, I’ve never been elbowed, shoved or stepped on quite so much at a single show. It was tight in there, but that’s no excuse to drunkenly shove through people without any regard. Jus’ sayin’…

I don’t like the idea of promoting something, especially after I’ve been asked to promote something. It makes me feel like a shill. Worse yet, an unpaid shill. Still, I do happen to think this is kind of cool. I read about this show for the first time this morning and even considered writing about it. I see no reason to not write about it, now that I’ve been asked to. Right?

Dave Matthews Band is playing the Beacon Theatre on June 1st and the whole thing is being broadcast live on Fuse. (Conveniently, the Beacon and Fuse are both owned by MSG.) Anyway, if you love Dave and live outside of New York, or you like Dave and don’t want to spend the money, or if you barely tolerate Dave but are curious about why everyone fusses over him: here’s your chance to see a full show on TV.

Oh, and despite what the press release says below, I’m much more of an appreciator than a lover…

DMB

Dave Matthews Band on Fuse

Just wanted to reach out to let you and fellow Dave Matthews lovers know that on June 1st, every fan across the US can experience a DMB concert together, LIVE on tv!

Fuse TV (http://fuse.tv), an all music network, just announced a very special, LIVE BROADCAST of Dave Matthews Band’s upcoming, sold-out show at the legendary Beacon Theatre in Manhattan.

This commercial-free, 2 1/2 hour broadcast will be a once in a lifetime experience for all DMB fans, as it will capture the band performing their upcoming studio album, Big Whiskey and the Groogux King, in its entirety for the first time ever, in a live setting.

Think about it: fans will get a sneak peek of new material from the band, the night before the official album release!

Additionally, the band will be performing some of their older fan favorites from their nearly two decade-spanning career!

So be sure to tune into Fuse TV on June 1st at 9P/8C to witness this legendary band’s very first LIVE televised concert in over a decade!

For more information about DMB Live from the Beacon Theatre, click here: http://fuse.tv/tours/dmb/

*Fuse TV national carriers: DirecTV channel 339 and DISH Network channel 158
Or to find Fuse TV in your area, click here: http://fuse.tv/channelfinder.html

I’ve spent my entire life staring in awe at guitarists. I’ve seen Clapton, Trucks, Haynes and Betts, Garcia, Springsteen, Malkmus, King and Guy. I’ve stood and danced and studied as my favorites picked and bent and pulled their way to new dimensions of song and sound, all on the surface of these six-strings.

Well, watching is no longer enough. I’m finally learning how to play guitar.

Now, those of you who know me probably know that I’ve been writing songs all my life. In fact, I sang my first song to my art class in the second grade. It was called “A Man’s Gotta Do What a Man’s Gotta Do.” I’d venture that many of the kids that were in that class would me might still remember it. Now, I probably have several albums worth of songs sitting on my computer, mostly laments about women. Few of them are good, but that’s besides the point.

The problem is, despite my provenience for writing singable, melodic lyrics, I’ve never been able to accompany myself. Now, I’m finally learning how.

Now, at this point, I’m still not good. In fact, I’m not even mediocre. I’m a beginner who will get as far as he’s willing to work hard, but nowhere without effort. I’m not a natural, but I’m actually not awful either. (I find this fact the most surprising.)

So now, while I watch the Mets butcher the game of baseball, I can sit on my couch and butcher my way through classics from the Allmans, the Dead and the Boss. I’m a work in progress, but hey, I’d like to have one discernible talent by the time I’m 30! The clock’s ticking… but now it sounds more like a metronome.

I won’t be there, sadly, but it appears a newly constructed Lo Faber Band will be playing some God Street Wine tunes, among other stuff, at the Awesometown Festival in Morrisville, PA this weekend. If you make it down, please give us a review in the comments section. For more details and an interview, check out Glide Magazine’s God Street Wednesday post.

In honor of their upcoming show, Wednesday night at Terminal 5, I’m psyched to post a clip of Animal Collective playing “Summertime Clothes” on Letterman. If those dancers don’t get you psyched for the show, I don’t know what will!

There are some Dead shows that seem like they’d sound best around a campfire. Tonight in East Rutherford, the boys went another route.

The Dead w/ Branford Marsalis at the Izod Center in New Jersey.

The Dead w/ Branford Marsalis at the Izod Center in New Jersey.

It was Space Out night at the Izod Center, with The Dead offering up some of their more distant tunes. That’s not to say we weren’t drawn right into the middle of it, however. With Branford Marsalis sitting in on alto and soprano sax, the boys found their groove and treated us to a gem of an evening. Here are some thoughts.

They opened with “Touch of Grey,”  which got the still-sparse crowd involved from the beginning. (Note: if you’re going to any of these shows, get inside on time. The time printed on your ticket is just about when they’ll take the stage.)

From there, “Pride of Cucamonga” and “Crazy Fingers” were nice, but didn’t quite grab me. Things started to pick up with “The Music Never Stopped,”" however, leading into a tremendous “Deal.” My brother-in-law called it the best version he’d ever heard. I’ll say it was the peak of the evening, though not the only highlight. Great energy and a nice long jam.

Was that a Dark Star hanging over the band?

Was that a Dark Star hanging over the band?

From there, they went into “Days Between,” sung beautifully by Warren Haynes. “Casey Jones” then closed out the set.

After a 45 minute set break, they came back with “Sittin’ on Top of the World,” into “Doin’ That Rag.” We’ll call that our second highlight. Again, Warren shined on this one, making me feel like Jerry, though not replaced, was well represented on stage. As the jam wore on, Marsalis offered up an outstanding solo, sending the crowd into a funk dream-state.

We were cooking. From there, the boys went into “Ramble On Rose,” with full audience participation, singing along and bobbing in unison. Branford Marsalis again made his mark, fitting in so beautifully that you almost can’t imagine how they’d perform without his passionate reedy whine.

Next up, a spaced out “Terrapin” into Drums and Space. All were strong, especially Drums>Space, which featured a drum and bass groove and vocal samples. It almost sounded as if someone was spinning on stage with them. As it progressed, Space got into Pink Floyd territory for a while. I thought they might break into something from The Wall and my sister said she half expected to see a giant pig go floating across the stage. Granted, in this time of swine flu fears, maybe it was better to pass on that.

Spacey night with The Dead.

Spacey night with The Dead.

As they pulled out of Space, the band finished up Terrapin and then blasted into “The Wheel” and then a crowd pleasing “I Know You Rider.” Warren and Bobby were both on fire and Jeff Chimenti also threw out a hell of a solo. I knew it would be their last song of the set and I was fine with it. They went out on a high note and just about any encore would suffice. That’s basically what we got, with the upbeat “Women Are Smarter.” Not a whole lot to say about this one. It was plenty fun and my sister was particularly psyched to hear it. But hey, she had to drive us home, so I suppose she deserved it!

Final thoughts: The Dead definitely sound good, but it did take them a little bit to hit their stride. Also, Marsalis added a whole lot to this show tonight, to the extent that I don’t know if they would have been nearly as good without his presence. Also, they seem to have abandoned the three-part harmonies on Jerry parts that they used with Phil, Bobby and Warren on 3/30.

Anyway, beautiful show. I’m just sad that I won’t be seeing them again on this tour. Even if I wanted to, I just don’t have the funding. Enjoy if you’re show is yet to come. It’s great to have them back.

(Set 1)
Touch Of Grey
Pride Of Cucamonga
Crazy Fingers
The Music Never Stopped
Deal
Days Between
Casey Jones

(Set 2)
Sittin’ On Top Of The World
Doin’ That Rag
Ramble On Rose
Terrapin Station
Drums
Space
The Wheel
I Know You Rider

(Encore)
Women Are Smarter