Exiled In Eugene

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August 06, 2012

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Remember That Dirtclodfight Show…

at The Wandering Goat? The one we raved about and posted our usual (kinda crummy) pictures of? Well, Holly over at Slainte Photography just shared these gems with us:

For more shots of Dirtclodfight and other badass photography from Slainte Photography, “Like” them on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/slaintephotography

Tags: Slainte Photography Wandering Goat Dirtclodfight Fatty's Camera Sucks

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July 02, 2012

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The Night I Got Wasted & Caught PART Of A Great Folk Show

So there I was: downtown, hanging, killing beers on the porch of an unnamed downtown bar with a large outdoor smoking patio (yeah, you can probably guess which one) after sipping beers at an early Mood Area 52 show (see last post) when I bump into some friends, one of which is one Sam AKA Beefcake The Piano Truck guy, and they ask if I’m going to see Jessie Williams at the goat. “Am now” says I, being the down for fun (especially if I’m already drinking) sorta guy that I am, all the while having no idea who Jessie Williams is.

Jessie Williams, it turns out, is a folk/americana artist from AZ, who is kinda awesome, and I have a sneaking suspicion was as drunk as I was, though it didn’t seem to hinder her performance one bit.

Super blurry video cuz I was drunk and MAY have put a fingerprint on my lens: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jxqCP318ZNY&feature=relmfu

After Jessie was a Ari & Her Banjo. Ari is a quiet girl with a big voice, and all she needed to hold the crowd was her voice and a banjo. Pleasantly surprised, I killed another pint and enjoyed her set.

Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8yE1mGqiPao

Josue Kinter followed with his own charming brand of freak folk, accompanied by a saw player. Sadly, I only got to stick around for a few brief tunes before getting distracted by a sidequest (coincidentally it involved more drinking) and missed the last couple acts. Sorry guys :(

Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_e-0YwhFMNs&feature=relmfu

Jessie Williams: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Jessie-Williams/136163229771954

Ari & Her Banjo: http://soundcloud.com/ariariari

Josue Kinter: https://www.facebook.com/HoThaFortuneCookie

More pics of these artists and others: https://www.facebook.com/ExiledZine

Tags: Jessie Williams Josue Kinter Ari & Her Banjo Wandering Goat Folk Bluegrass Freak Folk

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June 13, 2012

Caffeine & Dust: Cormorant & Young Hunter at Wandering Goat

One David Buzanski, a fine young gentleman and friendly face who aids me in my caffeine habit, politely requested that I attend a show some friends of his would be playing at the Wandering Goat. Based upon a my limited musical conversations and experiences with David (he likes Dave Bazan, he’s a talented musician himself, he picks decent-awesome tunes for our coffeeing soundtrack) , I complied.

Personal taste is one thing, but when friends are involved, I think we can all agree that taste becomes skewed by a desire to like your friend’s project. I had resolved myself to come see something that wasn’t quite my cup of tea, while distracting myself with a cup of the same.*

That said, the first act, Tucson AZ’s Young Hunter floored me. The 7 piece desert rock act has it all: Thick layered percussion, eerily beautiful dual guitar leads, male and female vocals, so much going on, but always tasteful. These kids have a keen understanding of dynamics, space, and when to let a song breath that dusty alkali air. There’s no fear of being a large act that, at times, sounds sparse. Forgive me for the crappy pictures, I found myself doing more gawking than actually taking photos. It’s easy to get lost in the desert.

VIDEO: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K883hswSLwc&feature=plcp

After a refill on my cold brew coffee, the jitters were starting to set in. I was a little concerned about the next bands ability to fill the oversized shoes discarded by the last act. Cormorant (San Fran), however, pulled from their arsenal an equally large pair of ass-kickin’ boots, strapped on and pummeled the room with a tight set of their own brand of black/death metal hardly kissed by that bay area sunshine. Clouds loomed, lightning struck, and sparks showered the crowd. Ahem. Figuratively. Well done, gents.