Showing posts with label Vintage Gourds. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Vintage Gourds. Show all posts

Vintage Gourds: Feb. 28, 1997


photograph by Shelley Rutledge


A Gourds show is a joyful event, an exorcism of angst, a tall cold one and a smoky tree; "It's a bone white smile of a night." For those who know and see them regularly, their holy hoedowns are a grounding mechanism, a necessary component of life which, once taken away, can make the addicted pretty damn ornery. But when they're in town, hot damn! There's gonna be some foot stompin'!

Over the past year or so, interest in the Gourds has begun to soar. Besides releasing their debut CD, Dem's Good Beeble, their local gigs have been getting bigger and the tours lengthier. The band spent most of January and February on a tour of Europe that started with the MIDEM Conference in Cannes. Then, within weeks of returning home, they'll play a South by Southwest showcase with the Damnations, Kelly Willis, and the Jayhawks that's sure to pack Stubb's to the rafters. The exponential increase in attention being laid upon alt-country music indicates that the time is right for them, but do they really fall into this ambiguous and ever-growing genre?

According to Kevin Russell, who, along with Jimmy Smith, is the group's main vocalist and songwriter, "That depends on who you ask. We're very malleable... we use a lot of different styles. [In Europe] we're depicted as alternative country -- we've been called a `No Depression band' in some of the papers, probably because they get that magazine and that's what they have to relate to.

"It also depends on who's doin' the asking," continues Russell. "On the way over [to Europe], the airport security guy asked me what kind of music we played, and I said `country' because I figured he'd relate to that. But if he'd have asked Jimmy he would have been told `rock & roll.' Jimmy doesn't want to admit that he plays country, I think, but he does. That's what I play. When I'm playing the music I'm thinking that way, you know? And I think I'm just as valid a country music writer and performer as anyone."

The reserved confidence of the band is well-founded. The songwriting of both Smith and Russell is immediate and timeless; the songs feel like they've been played for decades in all remote and guitar-laden corners of Appalachia, only never quite this well. Likewise, the lyrics are simultaneously evocative of the country/bluegrass/folk traditions they push forward as well as sarcastically indicative of contemporary rock and country.

Songs like "Trampled by the Sun" with its chorus of whoops and hollers and "The Web" with its slow sing-a-long build-up and subsidence are aural roller-coasters that'll convert even the most country-jaded rock fan. You can't help but yee-haw along with 'em. Charlie Llewellin's rolling and spasmodic drumming and brushing combined with Claude Bernard's steady accordion and harmonies make the perfect setting for the dueling hickisms of Smith and Russell. With some people you just know it'd be a hell of a good time to sit around listening to old records and burn one down -- and these guys fit that bill. Good nature and hospitality exudes from any stage they occupy and, if the crowd responds, they'd just as soon play forever.

Alongside the musical talent and the solid songs, the Gourds seem to be fully aware of their place in the modern sound-time continuum. Both Smith and Russell are former members of the Picket Line Coyotes, a truly DIY punk rock outfit that made the journey from Louisiana to Texas, eventually landing and disbanding in Austin where, with Bernard and Llewellin, the Gourds were born. The implications of the switch from punk to country are not lost on them, either. Indeed, it seems a natural thing that, when a musician's focus turns more to the craft of songwriting, the music tends to calm down a bit; just ask Paul Westerberg or Jay Farrar. And while the Gourds continue to pound out a steady stream of inspired live shows, the intricacy and immediate familiarity of their songs -- as well as the sheer number of them -- is proof enough of their dedication to the craft.

"I've been writing songs since I was 14," says Russell. "That's all I've ever really done, all I want to do. Jimmy, too. I write mine and Jimmy writes his and then we bring them to the band and do the arrangements. We've been wanting to collaborate more, we just haven't. It's always been a hole-up alone thing."

In addition to the wealth of originals, them Gourds ain't opposed to the occasional cover. Neil Young's "Barstool Blues" is one they worked up the last time in Europe, a backwoods Stones/Beatles medley/jam has surfaced at the Hole, and Bill Monroe has seen his share of tributary stage time. But perhaps the most infamous of these is a rompin' take of Snoop Dogg's "Gin and Juice." When asked if this tune has vanished from the repertoire, Russell laughs.

"No, I think we're still doing it," he says. "The song was sort of a problem within the band for a while. I originally did it solo at Waterloo Ice House and the guys loved it. When we played it as a band for a larger crowd, we saw a certain reaction; it'd be taken as a novelty song, which isn't all bad, but that wasn't what it's about. I got the arrangement together because I love Snoop, I love that song. Now, though, I'm trying to make a point that, yeah, this big dumb white guy is playing rap -- black music -- but that's what happens. I mean, Jimmie Rodgers? Hell, Elvis, the Beatles, they were white guys playing black music. Me doing `Gin and Juice' is an extreme example, but it's a perfect modern version of the same thing."

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Blast From The Past: An Open Letter to Gourds Fans



Editor's note: I came across this letter today during my daily Google search and decided it was worth sharing. To give you some sense of context, it appears to have been written about 7 weeks after Haymaker was released and was published in the Forums section of AustinChronicle.com. Enjoy!

An Open Letter to Gourds Fans
by moncul
February 28, 2009

I’d like to take this opportunity to express my appreciation to all Gourds fans everywhere for their unflagging support of one of Austin’s—if not the country’s—truly great musical groups. Without it, Kevin, Jimmy, Max, Claude, and Keith would most likely be stuck working for The Man and the world would be deprived of some of the finest Americana music around. Through CD sales, merch sales, and concert attendances, we allow them to continue doing what they do best: dishing out their own special musical gumbo for the “unwashed and well-read.”

That said, I’d now like to touch upon a little-known fact about The Gourds that many fans seem to forget when given the blessed opportunity to see them perform live at a show. You see, The Gourds is a band, a group of guys who write lyrics and play instruments in the studio to create albums and perform onstage to create a live show—that sort of interactive experience where the audience is allowed to inhabit and revel in The Gourds’ musical world for a couple of hours. A live Gourds show is always a fun time, no doubt about it.

The fact that The Gourds is a band may seem very obvious to most of us out there—why, it’s staring us in the face as we look onstage and see them play their instruments and sing into the microphones, right?

Perhaps not. For some reason, at every Gourds show I’ve attended over the years, there is a certain segment of the fan base who—caught up in the sheer ecstasy of the experience—seem to forget this basic fact and instead operate under the false assumption that the band with the set list onstage is in reality their very own fucking jukebox that will play any song they want, provided they scream the title at the top of their lungs.

Lemme let this segment of the population in on a little secret: Contrary to what you may believe, you are not at a Chuck E. Cheese and your screaming voice isn’t some magic token you can throw on the stage to make the animatronic Country Bear Jamboree play whatever fucking song you want. See, there’s this implied contract between a live band and its audience, and that is: They Do Not Play What We Want To Hear From Them, We Hear What They Want To Play For Us. This is the Rule of the Live Show, and it includes practically all bands, not just The Gourds.

If this little nugget of Truth makes you unhappy, allow me to suggest a solution that might turn that frown upside down. Since you obviously live in your own solipsistic fantasy world, try this experiment on for size: Slip in a Gourds CD at home and cue up that song you want to hear. Now close your eyes and imagine that you’re front and center at a show at Jovita’s, or Antone’s, or fucking Madison Square Garden for all I care. Now imagine that they’ve just finished up a number and there’s a lull as they switch instruments. Take a deep, deep breath now and scream the name of that song as loud as you can. Scream it a couple times, because in your imagination they didn’t catch it due to all the other fans like you screaming the name of the song THEY want to hear. But yours is loudest! Kevin looks at you, nods his head, then turns to the guys. “1, 2, 3, 4…”

Now hit Play on your CD player. Wow! Problem fucking solved!

You see where I’m going with this? Does it not ever sink into your noggin just how fucking amateur you sound, braying “[insert song title here]!” over and over until you’re completely hoarse, as if you truly believe that the band is going to bow to your demands and play only what YOU demand they play? Do you not realize that they’re NOT a jukebox, NOT an “All Request Live” radio show, and NOT, fer chrissake, your own personal Gourds iPod playlist? Sure, we’d all love to hear “Blood of the Ram.” Hell, as a Gourds fan, I’d love to hear any song they want to throw at me. That’s why I’m at the fucking show in the first place. But I would never be so impudent as to think I’ve got the god-given right to demand that they kowtow to my every puerile desire (see Implied Contract, above).

I’d be remiss if I didn’t end this little rant with the rather obvious inclusion of their quirky bluegrass version of “Gin and Juice.” I love it as much as everyone, but it’s clear to me that the band recognizes it as the (brilliant though it may be) novelty that it is and will play it as sparingly as possible. On the rare occasion they do play it at a show, it’s that much better appreciated—icing on an always-delicious cake, as it were.

So for all you “diehard” Gourds fans who scream for them to play that particular chestnut at every goddamn show:

Please, turn around, exit the venue, return to your frat house, pop in that Dane Cook DVD you love so much, and assume your normal circle jerk position around the TV with your brahs. Thank you for your cooperation.

Vintage Gourds: 6-01-97 Dallas, TX



Okay, so here's how it all went down. A little over 12 years ago, The Gourds played a gig at an all-day event in Dallas called Barley-Palooza. The show was captured on video from two angles by a guy named Jeff, who lives in Washington. A separate audio recording was also made by a guy named Stan, who lives in Idaho. A couple of months ago, Jeff went looking for someone to put the whole thing together and found Joe in California. So, in a variation of the West Coast Effect, Washington, Idaho, and California have combined to bring back a truly unusual Gourds performance....the old-timey, 4-piece version with original Welsh drummer, Charlie Llewellin, and without multi-instrumentalist Max Johnston, who hadn't yet joined the band. The complete show can be viewed here for free:

http://www.gilbertgrillo.com/Ancient_Gourds_Show.html

The Gourds
3rd Annual Barley Palooza Concert
Barley House
2916 North Henderson Avenue
Dallas, TX
6-01-97

01. Old Man from the Mountain (Merle Haggard)
02. LGO
03. Piss & Moan Blues
04. Coppermine
05. Up Against the Wall Redneck Mother (Ray Wylie Hubbard)
06. Caledonia
07. At The Crossroads (Doug Sahm)
08. Gravity Talks (Dan Stuart/Chris Cacavas) >
09. Wildwood Flower (prev. "I'll Twine 'Mid the Ringlets" by Maud Irving/Joseph Philbrick Webster)
10. I Come Up >
11. All The Labor
12. I'm Troubled (trad.)
13. If I Should Fall from Grace with God (Shane Macgowan)
14. Gin and Juice (Calvin Broadus, et. al) > Daytime Friends (Ben Joseph Peters) > Heroin (Lou Reed) > Gin and Juice

Special thanks to Jeff, Stan, and Joe for not allowing this show to fade away like so many others.