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Vampire Weekend

“Contra”

January 2010; XL Records

By Emily J Ramey

A year ago, Vampire Weekend was a vague entity, one of those outskirts kind of bands… to me, anyway.  Then, without any perceptible motivation, they sprung into my consciousness as if they had always been there.  All of a sudden, Vampire Weekend was everywhere – talked about and referenced and listened to, quite rampantly I might add.  More recently, my curiosity was certainly piqued by word of another Rolling Stone feature, but in truth, my breaking point was a sold-out show at the Ryman Auditorium here in Nashville.  If ever-aloof Music City is captivated, I better get on the bandwagon.  So I bought the new album, Contra.

And hallelujah, it rocks.  Showcasing a variation of uncommon beats, synth, and strings, Contra gathers speed, glinting and flashing, like sunlight streaking through the trees and into the windows of a fast-moving New England train, while somehow remaining relaxed and confident.  Vampire Weekend uses subtle vocal harmonies, smart, peppery lyrics, and a bright combination of Afro-pop and electro-rock to create an ever-expanding and casual blaze of sound.

Now, if you’re fairly new to Vampire Weekend (something to which I’ve already confessed), their background is a subject of note.  To be blunt, Vampire Weekend is rock’s brainiest band.  All Columbia grads, the band started out by playing gigs at the university’s literary societies and at parties, recording in dorm rooms and family barns, but these Ivy League rockstars have come a long way in a short time.  Vampire Weekend’s first label effort was met with striking critical acclaim and widespread fan support, debuting at #17 on the Billboard 200.  Contra debuted in the top spot.

Vampire Weekend has assembled a strong collection of tracks for their sophomore effort.  “Horchata” is a delightful start to the album, an island-y tune, blithe and buoyant.  “White Sky” twinkles and sways gently, playing host to resonant lines like, “Why are the horses/Racing taxis in the winter?/Look up at the buildings/Imagine who might live there.”   “California English” is one of my personal favorites, demonstrating a catchy dichotomy between the pounding rhythms and fluttering strings, sneaking the most poignant lyric into the middle: “And if it’s all a curse/And we’re just getting worse/Baby, please don’t lose your faith in the good earth.”  The first single “Cousins” is a rollicking, dynamic anthem, implying subtle rebellion, repeating, “You can turn your back on the bitter world!”  “Your sword’s grown old and rusty/Burnt beneath the rising sun/It’s locked up like a trophy/Forgetting all the things it’s done” are the chorus lines of “Giving Up the Gun,” which lumbers throughout, but swells robustly in the end.  And “Diplomat’s Son” is charming musically, switching breezy time signatures about 6 times, and snarky lyrically, sarcasm oozing from every bourgeois-saturated word.

Vampire Weekend, like MGMT and Phoenix and a few other new names, has vaulted into young, flourishing success, which is exciting stuff for those of us watching them grow and expand.  Contra seems just a stepping stone into greater and wilder accomplishments for these guys.  Go forth and rock, Ivy League!  I’m with you all the way (along with the other half million fans, of course).

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Norah Jones

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Norah Jones

“The Fall”

November 2009; Blue Note Records

By Emily J Ramey

Those of us immersed in the music world knew Norah Jones from her debut album Come Away With Me, which blew up after it claimed no less than five Grammy awards back in 2002, and despite the release (and commercial success) of two subsequent albums, we still think of her with that jazzy “Don’t Know Why” on her lips.  However, on her most recent effort, The Fall, Jones has made a point of starting over and stepping out.

If you think Norah Jones sounds a little different on this album than any of her previous work, you’d be spot on, because Norah Jones is a new woman these days.  She and her longtime boyfriend – who also filled the roles of co-writer and bassist of her band – split up at the end of her last world tour, and she’s clearly in a different place.

But let me clarify here, different means good…, really good.  Everything that we loved about Norah is still there: her mellow, smoky vocals, charmingly lyrical songs, and natural musicianship.  However, we sense a new fiery attitude in Jones, who poses in a feathery Victorian gown and tilted black top hat, smirking coyly and showing off her cute new pixie cut, on the cover of her fourth LP.  The singer/songwriter hired on tight session musicians, including guitarist Marc Ribot and drummer Joey Waronker, to record with her, and modified her sound a bit – flawlessly transitioning from her signature jazz acoustic pop to this new contemporary folk rock on The Fall.

The single, “Chasing Pirates,” starts off the album with a smooth, rich flow and crafty lyrics like, “Now I’m having the squeams, while the silliest things/Are flapping around in my brain/And I try not to dream of the impossible schemes,/That swim around, wanna drown me in sync.”  “Light As a Feather,” cowritten with well-known folk fiend Ryan Adams, is a subtle acoustic masterpiece, deliberate and notably paradoxical: “We’re light as a feather/Heavy as the weather/If it was raining stones.”  “It’s Gonna Be” is the highlight of the album: it’s groovy and somehow dusty, if you know what I mean… just a little distorted in that old dive bar accompaniment kind of way.  “Back to Manhattan” sounds just like the best of bluesy Bonnie Raitt, sedate and effortless, soft and low.  Country-influenced “Stuck,” cowritten with Okkervil River’s Will Sheff, is a sturdy melody that contradicts the pair’s tender, broken-hearted lyrics.  And “Man of the Hour” is totally in the style of fellow female crooner Fiona Apple, its sparse instrumentation and playful lyrics closing the album with a delicate triumph, its opening lines sharp and quirky: “It’s him or me/That’s what he said/But I can’t choose/Between a vegan and a pot head/So I chose you, because you’re sweet and you give me lots of lovin’ and you eat meat.”

So Norah Jones has reinvented herself.  She’s strayed from her slightly swoon-y, silver-tongued jazz goddess bit and flourished into a full and velvety contemporary rock knockout, and as much as I loved those mild, piano-infused ballads, I could really get used to Norah’s brand new tune.

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Switchfoot

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Switchfoot

“Hello Hurricane”

November 2009; Atlantic Records

By Emily J Ramey

To be honest, I did a figurative double-take when I put on Hello Hurricane for the first time.  Isn’t Switchfoot the alt-rock outfit that gave us such rapid classics as “Dare You to Move” and “Meant to Live?”  The answer is of course, yes, but Jon Foreman and company are breaking new ground with their seventh LP, Hello Hurricane.

Some might say Switchfoot is coming full circle.  Their first couple of albums, released in 1997 and 1999, was pretty punk – they at least featured a few scream vocals and some serious distortion – but Learning to Breathe and The Beautiful Letdown of the early 2000s were known for their gentler, more lyrical tracks.  On Hello Hurricane, Switchfoot has struck a dynamic and genuine balance between the two, which in itself, is new territory.  Now, let’s all welcome Foreman and his crew back to the top.

Hello Hurricane on its own is steady and captivating.  Switchfoot has always been one of those rare bands that can create compositions that all audiences can respect and enjoy as generally good music, and their most recent effort is no exception.  More specifically, a few of the stand-out tracks include “Needle and Haystack Life,” which is a static-y, fast-paced beginning, with optimistic lyrics out of a darkened world: ”In this needle and haystack life/I found miracles there in your eyes/It’s no accident we’re here tonight/We are once in a lifetime;” the album’s first single “Mess of Me,” a distorted, post-punk-infused rager, complete with a self-loathing chorus and a ragged, edgy performance from Foreman; “Your Love is a Song,” a cool, breathing-slowly-out type of ballad – its expressive imagery and steady beat fusing together to create a hushed, poetic sound that is immediately likable;  “The Sound (John M. Perkins’ Blues),” which is a punchy, stout track that acts as a get-up-and-fight(!) song with lyrics like, “This is the sound of a heartbeat/This is the sound of the discontented mouths/Of a haunted nation, we are the voice of breaking down;” the unshakable, shadowy “Free” is a pleading sort of confession song with a striking and memorable chorus that’s simple and easily identified with: “Inside this shell there’s a prison cell;” the mellow, quietly sanguine refrain called “Yet” is a raw, stripped-down Switchfoot that could almost be classified as contemporary folk; and “Sing It Out,” a gently sorrowful song, with despairingly passionate lines like, “Sing it out/Sing it out/Take what is left of me/And make it a melody.”

Hello Hurricane is a battle of optimism and cynicism, positive and negative, and ultimately I think Switchfoot comes to a hopeful conclusion, not just in their songs on the album, but with the album as another milestone in their lengthy, ongoing, and consistently thriving musical career.  Switchfoot, believe it or not, has broadened their musical horizons and audiences once again.  Are you surprised?  Yeah, me neither.

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Gov’t Mule

“By A Thread”

October 2009; Evil Teen Records

By Emily J Ramey

Gov’t Mule has always been a shoo-in for critical acclaim and had an easy genre transition that made for a built-in fan base, what with it being Warren Haynes’ official side project and all.  That’s certainly not to say that the band hasn’t worked hard and isn’t musically awesome in their own right, but I think even Warren would agree with me that the whole Allman Brothers association hasn’t exactly been underplayed in the band bio.  Current Gov’t Mule, on the other hand, is straying farther and farther away from the twangy good ol’ southern rock so characteristic of the Allman Bros Band.  Let’s just say Gov’t Mule is a little less “Jessica” and a little more “Whipping Post” with each subsequent album, and By A Thread is fraying the genre ties and ever-present comparisons with more fervor than ever.

By A Thread is dirty and dense, mighty, muscular, and soulful.  The album begins with the heavy, churning “Broke Down On The Brazos,” with the fierce introduction of recent addition, bassist Jorgen Carlsson, on the record.  “Steppin’ Lightly,” the second track, is a grungy, distorted track with a chorus that resolves the song with the lyrical line, “Can’t you feel me rising today?”  “Monday Mourning Meltdown,” on the other hand, is all jam.  The bluesy feel of the song conjures up a contagiously mellow atmosphere that gets moving with a few well-placed harmonies in the chorus.  The song then breaks down into a couple of raucous and funky keys and guitar riffs.  “Gordon James” acts as a ballad that is borderline country music, but Haynes instead steers the melancholy instrumentation toward wailing, woeful guitars and his own clear voice and southern sorrow.  As it is, “Gordon James” is probably the most  memorable track on By A Thread for its purity and rhapsodic passion.  “Inside Outside Woman Blues #3” is densely rhythmic and vehemently robust.  Bass and drums rumble along at the low end, keys trill wildly at the high end of the sound spectrum, and while Haynes’ vocals remain staunch and growling, his guitar sweeps the scales with a savage and hungry blaze.

Three years since their last studio album and Gov’t Mule is smoldering hotter and more aggressively than ever.  Each of the respective musicians’ explosive capabilities is singularly unmistakable, and together they are invincible.  Warren Haynes and Mule have big plans for this album’s tour, including the usual and widely popular festival circuit.  See you there.

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I finally had the opportunity to see Imogen Heap live at a sold out show at the Exit/In in Nashville on Friday.  She was absolutely everything I wanted her to be.  She was energetic and fun to watch and incredibly talented, even from close up.  She wore mics on her wrists and had about four keyboards on stage.  She used the most unconventional methods with which to create her incredibly complex music.  Imogen Heap is pure enchantment.  I was enthralled with her performance.  And the fact that her set for this tour included a giant white tree with lights strung all over it and a plexiglass piano only made the experience more memorable.  She mentioned coming back to Nashville in April, and I wouldn’t dare miss it for anything.

So once again, I didn’t have my camera, which was killing me throughout the show, but my friend Candie Walter did, so these are her pictures.

By Candie Walter

The tree and the piano

By Candie Walter

Imogen Heap

By Candie Walter

The tree again, all lit up

By Candie Walter

Keytar!

By Candie Walter

The Ellipse stage

- EJR

 

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Tegan and Sara

“Sainthood”

October 2009; Sire Records

By Emily J Ramey

By now you better know that the indie rock duo Tegan and Sara is comprised of Canadian identical twins Tegan and Sara Quin.  The eclectically charismatic pair of women has been gathering critical acclaim for their raw and distinctive power pop since the 2004 release of So Jealous and its single “Walking with a Ghost.”  However, it was 2007’s The Con and its singles “Back in Your Head” and “The Con” that led to T&S’ international renown and household name status.  Ring any bells?  Okay, fast forward nearly two years.

Now, with their six full length album Sainthood, Tegan and Sara are demonstrating their staying power in a rapid-moving industry as well as their ability to adapt and develop their music as the women themselves mature as songwriters, performers, and musical icons.

Sainthood is a badass girl rock album with strong, driving percussion, sharp, choppy vocals, and clever, buoyant lyrics.  Essentially, Tegan and Sara have recorded an assortment of syrupy love songs turned edgy eighties synth pop by the twins’ tight electronic instrumentation and tensely expressive, angular performance.

Sainthood’s track listing is well-balanced and robust.  A few of the can’t-miss songs are “Don’t Rush,” a grungy, distorted tune, simple and distinguishing with its pithy chorus: “One way or another/I’ll find my way to cover/I sing to find my other;” the album’s first single “Hell,” a catchy tour de force with quick wordplay and heavy, upbeat guitar contradicting its darker content; the silky and dynamic tune “The Cure” with its silvery harmonies, mellow flow, and sanguine lines like, “I know the world’s been mean to you/ I’ve got a cure; hold tight./I know the world’s not fair to you/I’ve got a cure for its crimes;” the post-punk-influenced “Northshore,” complete with rebel adolescent lyrics like, “Don’t save me, don’t save me, don’t save me,” and the repeated chorus line, “There’s something so sick about this/My misery’s so addictive;” and the effortless and unpretentious “Alligator,” a sunny tune of love lost.

Tegan and Sara use simplicity and hazy instrumentation to downplay their lyrics, which somehow works in reverse to highlight the duo’s unparalleled ability to speak to the heart of complications in love and other similar stories.  The Quin women are irresistible, but to be fair, they did warn us: “Watch/With a bit of friction/I’ll be under your clothes./With a bit of focus/I’ll be under your skin.”

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The Swell Season

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The Swell Season

“Strict Joy”

October 2009; Anti Records

By Emily J Ramey

Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova are an exquisite pair.  The two gathered public acclaim with their glowing performance in 2007’s indie Irish film musical Once.  Now performing regularly and internationally as The Swell Season, Hansard and Irglova exude lyrical and melodic luminosity.

With their contrasting vocal presences, The Swell Season’s new album Strict Joy alternates between a singularly desperate tone, like dashing through an airport after a woman because you just can’t lose her again, and a sweeping, magnetic quality, like a current oh-so-gently drifting you farther and farther away from land.  Together, their music is religious in same way as that long stretch in Central Park where the trees line either side and their branches meet creating a canopy of glorious green filtered light, and sad like finishing your favorite book for the fourteenth time.

Glen Hansard is reminiscent of his fellow Irishman Damien Rice with his ragged, pleading, passionate vocals, and Czech native Marketa Irglova’s hushed, delicate voice harmonizes nobly with Hansard’s like fine wine and cheese or scotch and a foreign cigar.

A few of Strict Joy’s standout tracks are “Low Rising,” with its raw soulfulness and smooth acoustics; “Feeling the Pull,” a galloping melody made memorable by its imperfect urgency and blazing instrumentation; “In These Arms,” with its subtle and old-world romantic lyrics like, “I quit my rambling and came home,/because maybe I was born to hold you in these arms;” Irglova’s solo piece, “Fantasy Man,” lilting and poetic, with lyrics like, “In the station, you were standing/Not knowing what you want,/And the secrets that we’re defending/Have become our only bond;” the ballad “I Have Loved You Wrong,” natural and tender, heart-wrenching and quiet; and “Back Broke,” which is slightly haunting with its minor tones and poignant simplicity.

Hansard and Irglova once enchanted us with their sweet harmonies on “Falling Slowly,” crooning together about melancholy hope and lovely possibility.  I still know those words by heart: “Take this sinking boat and point it home;/We’ve still got time./Raise your hopeful voice; you have a choice/You’ll make it now.”  I am happy to report that The Swell Season is still acoustic emotion at its very best.  Glen and Mar, as their fans have affectionately come to call them, radiate warmth and smoldering artistic intellect.  Strict Joy is an ideal soundtrack for a November afternoon.  Just relax and let the current pull you under.

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Sage Keffer Article

“Burning Up Nashville” with Sage Keffer

By Emily J Ramey

Written for American Music Channel: Songwriter’s Muse

Sage Keffer

Sage Keffer

Sage Keffer is excited about country music.  And I’m not just talking about looking forward to getting a hit song on the radio, or enthusiastic about his upcoming album, or optimistic that the CMT reality show he’s featured in this spring is going to garner some well-warranted publicity.  This man is buzzing with contagious energy.

As I sit down with him in his office on 18th Ave. in Nashville, Keffer is positively bursting with anecdotes and witticisms and lessons learned.  At first, I thought Sage Keffer might have just had a little too much coffee that morning or that he was just thrilled about all the opportunities he’s come across since he made the infamous move to Music City, but over the course of our interview, I realize that he’s just a dynamic kind of guy, and when you get him talking about his journey and his experiences in country music, he’s refreshingly passionate about every step of the way, burning for each new endeavor on his way up.

Sage Keffer, in his own words, is capable of a well-blended variety of genres: “it goes anywhere from rock and country to jazz and country; there’s even a bit of a Latin mixture.”  In my words, Keffer has an uncanny ability to transform between songs and manifest himself and his voice in each new number with unconventionally diverse skill and delightful effortlessness.  However, in talking with Sage, he reveals that his natural presence and musical ability didn’t always come easy.

“When I moved to Nashville I didn’t know how to play the guitar,” Keffer admits.  “If I thought about it, I could make a D chord, C chord, and that was about it.”  Keffer, young, green, and ambitious, didn’t let idle his fingers for long, though.

“I was told to go to the Bluebird Cafe, and I started hanging out there, and I saw this lady named Ellen Britton, and I thought, what do you know?  I found a guitar teacher,” Keffer laughs.  “Little did I know that there’re musicians everywhere here and it’s hard not to find a guitar teacher or songwriter.

“I took lessons from her for quite some time,” Keffer continues, “and then when the money started running short, I started mowing her yard in exchange for lessons.  I did that for a couple of summers, and I just can’t say enough great things about her.

“My goal initially was to just get to the point where I could accompany myself, but now I even give a guitar lesson or two now.  I’m certainly no Brad Paisley or Keith Urban, you know, but I can do alright,” he finishes.

Astounded at the brazen courage with which Keffer replanted himself and his dreams in Nashville, I am compelled to unearth his musical past.

“I grew up playing the violin in orchestra and I also sang in choir, so I had classical music theory behind me,” Keffer replies, but it seems evident that his true passion has always been in singing country music though.

“By the time my freshman year ended at the University of Denver, I was like, ‘I do not want to be a vocal major anymore,’ because I was learning how to sing in Old English and Italian.  And my heart’s always been in country music. [...] My goal has always been move to Nashville. [...] So I finished up my degree in psychology, and moved down here immediately.”

“In kindergarten,” Keffer explains further, “I wanted to be a singer, an actor, a writer, a boxer, and an astronaut, and I always knew I wanted to sing country music, so when I graduated college, I thought I could either move to LA, do acting, and then get into country music, or move to Nashville, do country music, and then get into acting.  I always admired the careers of Dwight Yoakam or Harry Connick, Jr. who have been able to do well in both and be pretty well respected in both.”

When asked, “Why country music?” Keffer’s answer is honest and simple: “Country music has always been influential to me because it’s always been about real life – the trials and the tribulations… and the good, happy stuff too.”

For Sage Keffer country music was a given.  And Nashville was an easy choice; however, making it in this city harbored unforeseen challenges for the Colorado native – songwriting being the most prominent, and the most formidable.

“The reason I’m here is because I love performing onstage, so when I moved out here, I had not done much writing,” he tells me.  “I had composed some music growing up and in college, not a whole lot of journaling or writing, so when I moved out here, I found out writing was huge.”

But of course, Keffer was not to be discouraged.  He saw his lack of experience not as a barrier but as a call to action.

“I started attending the Bluebird every night, I started studying, I’d go see Jason Blume’s class over at BMI, I got involved with NSAI,” recalls Keffer.  “I started studying songwriting, since that was going to be very important as one of the key aspects of being an artist here in Nashville.  You pretty much have to do it all.”

In just the short amount of time I’ve known Sage Keffer, it seems obvious to me the kind of man he is: undaunted and hard-working, optimistic and full of life.  Keffer is willing to talk about how far he’s come and how much he has yet to do.  I can almost anticipate his next words about cultivating his songwriting expertise:

“I’ve done a whole lot of bad writing, trying to get better.  That’s what it takes.  You have got to be willing to put yourself out there and mess up a whole lot in order to ever get something right.

Keffer then sums up his overall philosophy on songwriting material: “As an artist, I believe in singing the best material available.  I believe that a lot of my own material now is holding up along with the other material that I’ve been pitched, and finally of the same caliber.

“What I’m saying,” he clarifies, “is that I’m not opposed to cutting outside material.  I’ll probably always be a half-and-half type of person.  I think Alan Jackson has been wise – he cuts his own best material, and he also takes in outside material that’s also terrific, and to me, that’s the smart way to go.”

As far as writing style goes, Sage Keffer is a self-proclaimed ideas person, but I’m certain he brings his musical chops to the table as well; he’s just too humble to say so.

“I love writing with people that are great lyricists,” Keffer tells me.  “I love going into co-writing sessions with most of music already done and then hashing out the lyrics together, or sometimes I’ll get lyrics, and I’ll come back to them with three different songs, and say, ‘Which melody do you like?’

“I’m more of a music person and an ideas person,” he explains, “and I’m still working on the lyrics aspect of it. […] I know what I’m looking for musically, but in terms of topics and lyrics, probably what I write about is stuff that is more of a day-to-day kind of thing, about real life – both the joys and the lows of real life.  I don’t have a certain agenda that’s on my mind.

“I like to use my own personal experiences, but I also believe as an artist, we are actors.  We don’t always have to sing about something that happened to us.  It’s just important that we’re able to relate,” Keffer concludes profoundly.

So, Sage Keffer learned how to play guitar and how to write songs after he came to Nashville.  I suppose the only thing we know he brought with him in the move was his voice, and he wasted no time making an impression on Music City.  In fact, he’s a three-time veteran of our own Nashville Star.

“I made it to the nationals, all three seasons.  That was great training.  Let me tell you – you don’t do contests to win.  I mean sure, it’s great if you win, but it’s all part of your training,” Keffer elaborates.  “If you can have a strong enough stomach to go up there and have those judges rip you to shreds in front of everybody, then you can start handling bigger things.  I’m constantly putting myself in challenging situations.”

But Nashville Star probably seems like a walk in the park compared to the challenging situation Keffer got himself into last year.  Sage will be making an appearance on CMT’s reality show Running Wild with Ted Nugent airing in the spring.

“We filmed it last February at a ranch in Waco, TX.  Working with Ted Nugent was certainly very interesting,” he describes.  “He is definitely a larger-than-life character when the camera is rolling, and tones it down slightly when the camera is off.  He is… an entertainer.

“Being on a reality show is…,” Keffer trails off, searching for an appropriate word.  “Well, [Nugent] hunts us for 24 hours in the wilderness, so it was a very, very rough time.  The whole show was pretty rough.  They withheld water, they withheld food, I got six hours of sleep over three days, and I’ve never been so cold in my life.  Reality TV is certainly an interesting format of entertainment.

“I’m fortunate to have had the opportunity to be on the show, though,” he sums up, “and I learned a lot about myself by being on the show because it was such a large challenge that I ended up doing things that I didn’t know I could do.”

Looking into the future beyond the TV show, Sage Keffer’s got a lot happening, most importantly the pending release of his second full-length album.  I, of course, sought out a little insight on the new material.

“The difference between my first CD and my second CD is that on [Rules of the Game], I didn’t know any better and I thought it was okay to do a wide variety of material, but on this new album I’ve really been working to distill myself down in order to be more marketable and recognizable,” Keffer reveals.  “When we were looking to track my second CD, I said, ‘We’re looking at a combination between Dwight Yoakam, Chris Isaac, and George Strait – moody, interesting rhythms, but still traditional enough to be just country.’”

My next question is predictably about tour schedules, but it looks like most of next year’s booking is still being finalized.  All that’s certain is that Keffer is “working on booking some gigs in Europe, and [he’s] got a show at the Wildhorse here in Nashville on the 15th of December.”

Sage Keffer is not only a refreshingly diverse and capable new personality in country music, he’s also one of the most solid and unpretentious people I’ve ever met.  He has an articulate idea of where he’s going, as well as a clear idea of where he’s from and the effort he’s put in to get to this stage.  I think his own words better interpret the point I’m making:

“I really plan on living a pretty extraordinary life.”

And he’s making it happen… so that Nashville can burn a little brighter.

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Michael Bublé

“Crazy Love”

October 2009; Reprise Records

By Emily J Ramey

Everything Michael Bublé touches turns to gold, or I guess I should say “platinum” since that seems to be where his new album Crazy Love is headed – it has occupied Billboard’s #1 spot for four weeks, since the album’s release.  There’s definitely a reason for that too, and no, it’s not the throngs of 40-something women that swoon at his every honeyed syllable (although I wouldn’t mind him crooning me to sleep).  Crazy Love is arguably Bublé’s best work, beginning with his dramatically-orchestrated “Cry Me A River,” which boasts a flawless and powerful blend of minor tones, moody percussion, and Bublé’s characteristic vocal jazz that is nothing less than epic, followed by a version of “All of Me” that’s all the luxuriousness of Sinatra with a little of Bublé’s brassy new touches.

The title track is a warm and resonant cover of a Van Morrison song in which Bublé cools his vocals to a near whisper à la John Mayer at his best; “Haven’t Met You Yet” is the snazzy single from Crazy Love, a wonderfully poppy Michael Bublé original complete with summery piano accompaniment and irresistibly catchy lyrics like, “Oh you know it’ll all turn out/And you’ll make me work so we can work to work it out/And I promise you kid to give so much more than I get/Yeah, I just haven’t met you yet;” and “Hold On” might be the best track on Crazy Love, quiet and passionate and deeply sonorous.  “Heartache Tonight” is Bublé’s rich and brazen version of an Eagles song.  “Baby (You’ve Got What It Takes),” on the other hand, is a different kind of jazz – the Dap-Kings brand of jazz – supplemented with an R&B beat and Sharon Jones herself.

Michael Bublé is becoming confident and bold, which is exactly what his career was lacking until now.  Bublé knows what he’s good at and can now apply his silvery, dulcet vocals to any genre, jazzing up any song.  And although Bublé has always been fun to listen to, there’s something about Crazy Love that possesses some serious staying power.  Get ready, women of the world, I feel another arena tour coming on.

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I dropped and broke my camera on Halloween, so I wasn’t able to take any pictures of the Ingrid Michaelson show at the Belcourt Theatre in Nashville yesterday.  We did get a picture with her afterward though, courtesy my sister’s camera:

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My sister, Ellen, Ingrid, me, and my boyfriend, Tyler

Also, the show was amazing.  I’ve seen Ingrid play 4 times now.  Twice while I lived in New York in 2006/2007, once when the Hotel Cafe tour came through Nashville in 2008, and last night was my fourth.  My only problem with the Belcourt was that we were sitting down; I wanted to get up and dance!  I can’t wait for her to come back, though.  Last night was a fabulous way to start off the month of November.


Quote of the Night: Ingrid, after drinking from her aluminum water bottle: “You know, I’m trying to be good to the environment, but this just tastes like a key.”

- EJR

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