It's Party Time at The Lincoln Theatre!

You can easily file this under the 'better late than never' concert announcements category. This damn work thing, interrupting my blogging...

The Lincoln Theatre in downtown Raleigh is bringing out the big guns this weekend, especially for those of us who adore a little twang in our guitar and a little drawl in our song. Not just one, but two, of my fave trio bands (and masters in this particular musical art form) blow in there tonight and Saturday.

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The SCOTS 'Family Album' pic: Dave Hartman, Rick Miller, and Miss Mary Huff. © Southern Culture on the Skids
First up, tonight, November 9, is our good Chapel Hill-based heroes, Southern Culture on the Skids (SCOTS). Always a good time to be had, complete with bouffant hairdos, flat straw hats, and enough dancing to meet your exercise quotient for the week. I'm sure it will include a good set from their latest release, "Countrypolitan Favorites", as well as some of their classics, including "Camel Walk" and "Eight Piece Box", among many, many more.

(And for those that read my review of their Wilmington show from earlier this year, yes, I am taking precautions tonight with the glasses...no need to tempt fate twice.)

Wear comfortable clothes and even more comfortable shoes...you're gonna need them. The show starts at 9pm, the doors open at 8pm, parking in and around the area is in constant 'flux' due to construction downtown so get there early. A few tickets are still available and cost $14.

And come prepared to make friends with all of the fellow dancers, fans, and fried chicken and grits lovers in attendance.

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Tomorrow, Saturday, November 10, should be an additional corker. In what will assuredly be a marathon of guitar-playing heroes and a crowd worthy enough to wear "Vamp Red" lipstick, the Lincoln pulls out Texas-based touring gods Reverend Horton Heat. If you have not seen these guys in person, or even heard of them, it's a 'must see' if you can make it. Comprised of 'Reverend' Jim Heath on lead vocals and lead guitar, master upright bass master Jimbo Wallace, and drummer Paul Simmons, this is the best damn psychobilly band period in my all of my years of listening and attending shows...and, arguably, also one of the best live shows I've ever seen, too.

The fact that The Rev & Company are masters of their chosen instruments is a massive understatement. The Rev is simply the guitar god all of us wanted to be when we were younger, and still the god that so many musicians want to be even now. And the very expressive Jimbo on upright bass...it's a powerful combo up front, and a show that has been honed down through the years with relentless touring and 'anything can happen and maybe even does' kind of shows. The licks, the lyrics, the interaction can be fast and furious, the style an explosive attack of electric guitar war mixed with good-timin' Texas twang and humour. Again, a 'must' see, if you can can still get a ticket.


The Reverend Jim Heath with Jimbo Wallace on stage. © The Reverend Horton Heat
While I'll miss the opening act I saw with The Rev last year at Jester's Pub in Fayetteville (the punk-inspired yet vaudeville show of The Horror Pops), the two opening acts tomorrow should be dandies in their own right. (And, no, I am not making up the bands' names.) First up, is Nashville Pussy. Don't know too much about them, but I didn't either about The Horror Pops and was left blown away...the Rev generally has some great opening acts as support, so I'm far from worried. And, then following, an act I've wanted to see (but keep missing somehow) for some time: Hank Williams III and Assjack (and, yes, this is who you think it is, country music fans...he is the son of Hank Williams, Jr., and the grandson of Hank Williams, Sr.).

Yes, it will be a night of dancing, drinking, hollering, cussing, and comparing tattoos (if you've got 'em). And if there is any fighting at all, my money's always on Jimbo. Always, always, always. Never underestimate the skills of an upright bass player...they will always surprise you.

The RHH show and Friends show starts at 8:30pm, the doors open at 7:30pm. Tickets are $22.50 in advance, and $25 tomorrow. (Act EARLY...don't even know how many are still available.)

Recovering from Sensory Overload

Wow. What a weekend. My ears are in withdrawal, and my feet still ache from the dancing. But I do it again in a heartbeat, even less than that.

While a full review will follow tomorrow (complete with pics, hopefully, after I can do some editing of them for clarity), I'm including a brief 'video guide' of what you've missed. (Video clips from YouTube, as per my usual.) Except live it was like these videos times a factor of, oh, like, a hundred.

WARNING FOR THOSE YOU DON'T LIKE CUSSIN': STRONG LANGUAGE ON SOME OF THESE, OKAY?

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Friday night, Southern Culture on the Skids:


SCOTS doing "69 El Camino"...Friday night it was one of the opening songs in their set and it only got cranked up more even after that. They finished with their very participatory "Eight Piece Box" song, complete with flying chicken pieces thrown out into the crowd. Earlier, we'd had real banana puddin' passed around.

Saturday night, the opening act was Nashville Pussy:


Honest to God, this four piece blew everyone away at the beginning and damn near stole the whole damn night, especially with this rendition of the old Tina Turner "Nutbush City Limits" classic. The female lead guitarist (foreground in this video) reminds me of a young Lita Ford mixed with Joan Jett from their Runaways days. Smoked the house, period.

Then, we moved on to Hank III, otherwise known as Hank Williams, Sr.'s grandson. Truly a style and voice all of his own. He had me with his modified country with attitude songs, but damn near lost me when he morphed into the way-too-much, way-too-angry hard rock meets punk Assjack portion of the show. I admit it, I was starting to feel really old during the Assjack portion.


Hank III doing "7 Months, 39 Days"...before Assjack and the bottom of the rest of his set went completely buck wild.

And, finally...once I got my bearings back after the Assjack assault, out came the heroes (and headliners) of the night: The Reverend Horton Heat. The Rev and the Boys seemed especially appreciative of the crowd, and it was good to know a friend 'who had a friend in Jimbo'. Jimbo, the upright bass player, seemed to definitely be on his game that night. I swear he only gets better each time I see him, too.


The Reverend Horton Heat cranking away at one of their must-do crowd faves: "The Baddest of the Bad". The drummer has changed since this video, but the sound is as tight and thumping as ever. Easily one of the hardest-working bands out there, and always worth the price of admission.

Hopefully I can get some pics and a full review on here sometime tomorrow. Highly recommended.

Best of 2008...Live Music Shows, Part 1

I've wanted to do this for ages, but for the past two years that inspiration would come and go by the wayside...or at least would not get 'recalled' until the proper time for such posts had long since past. This year, I'll maybe get some of this down at last. It's still unknown how many parts this will be.

Best shows from this year (in no particular order, and I've thrown in pictures where I could...and please forgive if they are repeats from the slide shows):

AC/DC at the Time Warner Cable Arena in Charlotte, December 18. I've expounded on this at length to anyone within earshot, so I'll spare you non-heavy-metalheads another plug for these legends' Black Ice world tour. Still amazed they're as good as they were (esp as they've been doing this for 35+ years), and still do not regret a cent spent for my rather highly-priced (for me, $100+) ticket. Would enthusiastically still do it again, although not on the backside of a 24-hr-long beach vacation.

AC/DC performing "You Shook Me All Night Long", Time Warner Cable Arena, Charlotte, NC, December 18, 2008.

St. Patrick's Day celebration featuring Hercules Mulligan and My Three Kilts, and a host of other acts before and after, at Tir Na Nog, Raleigh, March 15 weekend. Not only music and beer, but quite easily the most agreeably drunk lot of Irish, Irish-descendant, and Irish-wannabes I've ever encountered in this neck of the woods. I will not put up pictures of such event on here to protect the innocent, however let me just say I'm frankly not sure who was the more 'memorable': Chris King (lead singer of the Hercs), the combined talent of My Three Kilts (who had the difficult job of directly following the Hercs), or my beloved Wise Ricky, who reduced himself to banging in rhythm on the table with the silverware, scaring all of the neighbouring table guests, and then somehow remembering his Virginia upbringing by calling his Irish mother to wish her a happy holiday...all the while banging away on said wooden tables.

Great Big Sea at Fletcher Opera Theater in The Progress Energy Performing Arts Center in Raleigh, October 29. A strong runner-up to Best Show (Period) this year...Alan Doyle and Company had the audience eating out of their hands from the outset and kept it going all night long. My first Great Big Sea concert down here and I did not leave disappointed. I've seen Mr. Doyle before...but with another band and on mostly on another continent...and was more than pleasantly surprised with his easy demeanor and friendly style (the other arrangement did not let him speak much). The show wasn't so much a concert per se, but more a singalong party atmosphere among an earnestly devoted group of fans --- fans who knew every word, and to every song, for the most part. Standing room only from the first chord to the end, too (at least in my section).

And dispute the complaints of the reviewer linked here (calling it 'a ridiculous distraction'), I thought the 'fan jumping on stage to declare her love for her now husband and children' bit was more than a bit welcome, and actually very well received, by most in attendance. (C'mon, people, have a heart.) I found out post-concert that the 'she' (and her husband) in question are Friends of this Blogger (and great friends and supporters of the Hercs as well), aka Mr. and Mrs. Pat Young. Well done, everybody.

Great Big Sea performing in the Fletcher Opera Theater at The Progress Energy Performing Arts Center, Raleigh, NC, October 29, 2008.

Barleyjuice at The Grandfather Mountain Highland Games in Linville, July 12. While I've been on the fence about who the Kings of the Mountain are, so to speak, in the past, I do think that Barleyjuice slightly nudged out the Scottish lads of Albannach this go-around (at the Highland Games, anyway...it's a friendly competition). I love their energy, I love their instrumental work, I love the happy-go-lucky rumble of their characters. Given the especially difficult task of getting this year's Saturday Night Concert going (previous acts had lulled some of the audience into a bit of a nap), the Barleyjuice lads more than took on the challenge and won. Additional shows at the Williamsburg Scottish Festival later in October only cemented my appreciation of them.

Barleyjuice performing in one of the morning grove stages at the Grandfather Mountain Highland Games, Linville, NC, July 12, 2008.

Reckless Kelly, Nashville Pussy and The Reverend Horton Heat at the Lincoln Theatre in Raleigh, November 6. I hate to say this, but I all but missed Reckless Kelly this show (and, yes, I know I shall burn for this, as RK is a damn fine band). I've seen RK do several other shows over the years, and I guess I saw it as a reasonable sacrifice in terms of things to come. The last time I saw the Rev at the Lincoln...last year in a memorable trifecta that had Nashville Pussy opening (something seems so wrong when typing that), Hank Williams III/Assjack in the mid-show, and the Reverend closing...I had the misfortune of (a) being a bit body slammed into the side walls (courtesy of the 'hillbilly mosh pit' that occurred during the Assjack set), and (b) losing out on getting an additional beer later on, and (c) seriously wondered if I was getting too old for this fan base.

So armed with that knowledge this year, I deliberately set out to get the beer rations in advance and also a handy T-shirt work shirt. Reckless Kelly almost-miss aside, the Nashville Pussy show was absolutely top-notch and the RHH (especially my favourite bassist ever, Jimbo) showed, once again, why they deserve to be headliners anywhere they go. (And while we're speaking of headliners, I fully expect Pussy to be doing just that next year...they consistently get, and keep, a show going.) And I didn't once miss the body slamming into the outside wall.

The Reverend Horton Heat at The Lincoln Theatre, Raleigh, NC, November 6, 2008. All-time crowd pleaser Jimbo is on the stand-up bass to the right.

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More wonderful mentions as time allows tomorrow night...