Your friend, and ours, Heather Smith of Bone and Bell made the journey down to Rock Island, Illinois last year to record a Daytrotter Session in their recording studio lovingly titled The Horseshack.
These daytrotters approach music, and recording in a new and interesting way. Located between cities on an often traveled path, The Horseshack has become a hot spot for a touring band to stop for a few hours. Daytrotter’s approach is simple, record 4 songs live to tape and move on. There are no overdubs, no studio trickery, no massive mixdown sessions, just an honest recording of musicians performing live.
Bone and Bell’s Daytrotter Session is no exception. Heather, alone with her baritone ukulele, ran through favorites Sweet Queen Regina, Death of The Caspian Sea, and The Lights. She then moved over to the piano for Counting Pennies.
Daytrotter is an advertising free membership site that costs a merely $2 a month. With that membership you get access to thousands of unique Daytrotter Sessions, unlimited HD streaming to your web browser or mobile device, free session downloads, and access to Daytrotter Barnstormer concert videos. Words by Sean Moeller, Illustration by Johnnie Cluney, Recording engineered by Mike Gentry, Illustration based on a photo by Kristy Ralston.
Austin, Texas’s favorite sons, The Gary recently performed a HARDLY SOUND Session for non-profit audio/visual magazine STUCK. Joined by their friend, Henna Chou on cello, the band burned through Monozona, Lost Art, Lungfish’s The Evidence, and Call the Dogs..
Check out the stunning video, in two segments below, and don’t forget to download the high quality audio of the set.
Ideal Cleaners – Far As You Know (SPEED! Nebraska Records – 2011) 9 none-too-shabby songs. This and other recordings can be purchased HERE.
Live versions of a few of the songs below:
“Here is no water but only rock.” – T.S. Eliot (1888-1965)
Ideal Cleaners is in Lincoln, NE. Over in the Eastridge neighborhood.
About the band: We’re open minded enough to appreciate both expensive Belgian Ales and Miller High Life, although we disagree on which is preferred. This inner band conflict comes out as loud, aggressive rock music. We are loud, we are weathered, and we are sexy. We want to rock you. (But only for about 35 minutes.)
I’ve got a few things to say about this self-titled elpee from Oakland California’s Hurry Up Shotgun, so lemme just ramble here…
Somehow, and don’t ask me to quantify this, but somehow, Hurry Up Shotgun’s traditional (yet super fresh sounding) song structures throw my brain and I back to the seventies, when everything was hairy and smelled like gasoline. I haven’t figured out why as of this writing, but I believe I could play this for some friends my age who gave up on listening to anything new twenty years ago (at least) and score Hurry Up Shotgun a few new fans. Their music in this current batch o’ tunes FEEL like they are NOT OF THIS TIME, which is to say, these songs do not fit into any current genre bin. Hurry Up Shotgun STANDS ALONE.
Austin Pitts’ guitar playing abilities are STAGGERING. I hear Roger Miller No Man-era shredding, and I know that’s not congruent with my previous seventies statement, but there you have it.
Austin Pitts is one hella howler, completely congruent with my previous seventies statement. Had he been around back then when COCK ROCK WAS KING and flashy vocal gymnasts were all the rage, Pitts would’ve found himself at the epicenter of an old-fashioned major label bidding war. Every day would’ve rained hookers and coke on him, forever and ever, amen.
Austin Pitts would’ve turned all major solo deals down, would’ve kept his bandmates Craig Eastman (on bass) and Adam Kayne (on drums) and found an even bigger record deal, although the label would’ve made them shorten their name to “Shotgun.” They would’ve been initially forced to tour with Molly Hatchet and Blackfoot, but they would’ve survived that indignity and gone on to be SUPERSTARS, and you never would’ve had yer ears filled with loose shit like Journey or REO Speedwagon. Ever.
Also, Hurry Up Shotgun sounds like California. Again, don’t ask me to explain, just hurry up and buy this record. If you think I’m wrong about any of this, let me know.