Review and photos – Paper Moon at the Pyramid Cabaret, May 1 2009
– review by eugene osudar/photos by Mike Latschislaw
the wind ups
and the lonestar
the lonestar killer
“only during thunderstorms”
and did that audience blow
me and mike petkau
Record of the Week
could not agree more
after The Liptonians
“that was a Terrible crowd.”
well, i tend to exaggerate
smattering of applause
that Waking Eyes
winnipeg music scene magic.
piano rollicking rolling and harmonies
bucky driedger guitars
matt schellenberg keys
splitting the vocals difference,
with a dead souls
Sing The Songs
(very) Tasty (indeed)
their friends and family
and where’s The Love?
the gap was still there
between the stage and The Audience
how Terrible can an audience be?
let it be said,
never mind death from above
death from right there
allison bopped away:
What are you going to do with me?
Where did all our time go?
The spaces where your paintings once hung
People were talking but now they are forgetting
and The Audience snoozed.
so i knew i needed
driving madly to J Fox
to be with The Wind Ups
enter the dancing zone
new alice cooper
added to the rep,
and i soaked a shirt
thank you wind ups
andy rob reg and jacques
gram parsons tribute
that gilded palace of sin
and a few extra songs
i just don’t want to hear
that hippie boy song ever again/
it hasn’t improved since last year’s tribute
the horrible last song of the album.
sean (playing gram) and ashley of western states
jaxon (playing chris) and twisty of d rangers
another small audience
but this one Loves,
(it’s the early show 7:30 PM)
bill on lap steel.
from across the bar,
jaxon grins,”eugene’s here,
it’s a sanctioned winnipeg
stroll over and talk
about the wonder that is Megas
iceland’s 60something punked up version of bob dylan
The D Rangers opened for Iceland’s mythic folkster
and what a sizzling performance Megas and his hot young band put us through.
we talk about the new Nathan Rogers cd. jaxon and the d rangers worked on it extensively. twisty says, “there’s not a dud on the cd.” the new songs sounded hot when nathan performed them at The Edge Gallery a couple of weeks ago. he’s learned how to write songs. he has his father’s voice, Stan’s powerful pipes.
there are so few people, sean dedicates each song to an audience member. Life In Prison. Close up the honky tonks. Inspired by the crazy suits that the flying burrito brothers wore, the band has made their own suits. sean has a suit with his fave foods sewn on, watermelon, chicken, apples. jaxon’s suit is an ode to croquet, which he claims is not a game but a sport. twisty’s suit has vinyl records, cigarettes on the shoulders, and a tribute to the Times Changed chicken toss. bill has stars. and the bassist jerrod has flowers.
Devil In Disguise. Sin City.
seans says, “the whole point of the flying burrito brothers was to combine soul music with country and gospel. so this is the aretha franklin song. Do Right Woman. and this is for?” “Janet,” says janet. “this is for janet.”
the burritos are hot, #1 and especially always #2.
and then the hottest extra,
which i danced happily to,
sean says, “they thought it was going to be a hit but it tanked.” and after the song, says me, “it should have been a hit.” sean twinkles, “it should have been.”
and the tribute ends with jaxon singing “wild horses” so beautiful.
from the times changed
i drive to King’s Head
for a fundraiser
Loaf a guy with incredible sideburns
and documentary filmmaker dylan fries
raising funds to get to the world beard championships.
pepper laing and the lonestar killers blister through two sets of dirty fast bluegrass, Marianne, Punk Rock Girl (dead milkmen), Jesse James, Foggy Mountain, Ol Dan Tucker, hank williams jumbalaya, so hot johnny cash folsom prison blues, mountain dew, elvis presley cover suspicious minds (another hot version)(bluegrass!), alcohol pills, gospel song, and ending with an incendiary bomb, Orange Blossom Special.
leaving it up to The Braggarts, who i thought were done as a band, but dylan’s brother is in the band and one last go/go/go. i ask and receive every Pogues song that they know. Flogging Molly, dropkick murphys, an hour of dance sweat insanity and from the first beat i’m there moving and it doesn’t take long before the whole bar is crashing and smashing and twirling. it’s all fun.
the weekend that was
a dead crowd at the pyramid. come on people!
the wind ups always have good people.
gram parsons, and the burritos,
superb, small but appreciative audience.
hot bluegrass band and always,