Amazing how far you can get behind in just a few days. The site is still not fully “there.” Some pages still look askew. This will be fixed shortly. Also, there’s a good chance that this update will disappear if the host service replaces the current version of the site with a backup. Your patience is appreciated.

First, The Lincoln Journal Star published a piece about “Omaha’s booming music scene” late last week that included some quotes from me. You can read it here. My only comment is that I never called Mercy Rule “Mercy Kills” — but you know that already. It’s a long read. I wish the author would have interviewed an Omaha musician for the article (Mike Fratt is in a band, but he’s representing Homer’s in this story and his role in Goodbye Sunday wasn’t explained). The central theme of the story was supposed to be “Is Omaha the next Seattle?” I was asked the question along with everyone else, and my answer was “no.” There is no band from Omaha that has made a national impact in the way Nirvana, Pearl Jam or Soundgarden did. Omaha is what it is, which is all it needs to be.

Saturday night’s Gomez concert was a nice surprise. I’m not a big fan of the band’s middle-of-the-road made-for-VH1 style music, but I have to admit they sounded rather huge on stage, and the crowd (of about 250?) was going crazy for them. If you went to the front, you got the feeling that you were at an arena show except for the line of beer bottles that littered the edge of the stage. Plus, they played for almost two hours, just like a real rock concert. There was only one time during their set that I felt I was listening to a British band — when they ripped into a throbbing, psychedelic number that had shades of ’90s Manchester showing through the usual plastic exterior. I wanted more of that, but didn’t get it.

Tonight, the wonky keyboard-driven spectacle that is Islands. Their music is fun-pop indie sunshine as light as a feather. Opening is Busdriver and Cadence Weapon (what, no local band?). 9 p.m., $8.

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Column 76: Everything Old is Old Again
Retro rock is more than a feeling…

Have you listened to the radio lately?

It’s changed, sort of. Actually, it hasn’t changed. And maybe that’s the problem. Or maybe it isn’t a problem at all.

Look. I was buzzing through the dial the other day, CD-less and i-Podless in my little car, trying to find something/anything to listen to. Something new. Something exciting. Something that could CHANGE MY LIFE.

Here’s what I found: On one station Joe Walsh was singing about being an ordinary, average guy. On another station, Dennis DeYoung was boasting about being a blue collar man. On yet another station, Bono was crooning about the assassination of MLK. And on a fourth, Steve Miller was flying like an eagle — by now, an arthritic eagle with a growing prostate problem.

Radio has grown up, but at the same time, it never grew old. Not in a conventional sense. I turn on the radio now and I can still hear the same songs I heard in the basement of our family’s house on Hartman Ave., down in my big brothers’ bedrooms where the only stations played on our vintage Panasonic stereo were of the FM variety — Z-92, Rock 100 and KQ98. The hot song: “More Than a Feeling” by Boston. Brad Delp warbling incomprehensible lyrics above a wall of Tom Scholz’ studio-spawned, multi-layered guitar. It was 1976 and the only thing cooler than that song was the album cover that contained it.

Thirty freakin’ years later and you can still hear “More Than a Feeling” today — right now — somewhere on the FM dial.

I’ve heard it called “retro programming.” The experts say these radio stations — these electronic museums of an arena-rock past — are laser-targeting women in their 30s and 40s, the golden geese of leisure-suited radio admen because everyone knows 30-ish women are the leaders of this disposable-income-powered America. I have been told this by people “in the know.” But I don’t believe it. The appeal of retro programming goes beyond a specific demographic.

Seems like the only Omaha station playing new rock music these days is 89.7 The River, but even then, the programming is dominated by monster-voiced power-metal goon-rock bands that couldn’t find a melody if it snuck up and bit them on their powerchord. Yes, there are a couple hip-hop stations out there, too, along with car-sick inducing C&W stations. But where can I hear the new rock songs that will define the ’00 generation?

You have to remember, the first time I heard Styx, Foreigner and The Steve Miller Band, they were brand new! Z-92 was a new music station that prided itself on playing the hottest new arena rock music. They certainly didn’t play songs that were 30 years old. Not once did Otis 12 and Diver Dan throw on a Nat King Cole or Dinah Shore platter from 1946. Yet, 30-year-old music is now a staple on the Z, along with a half-dozen other local radio stations, and kids can’t get enough of it.

Again, where are the new rock “classics” that radio, in whatever form it takes, will be playing on retro stations in 2036? What songs from today will be used in hovercar commercials the way Led Zeppelin and Bob Seger are used to hock Cadillacs and Chevy trucks now? When was the last time you heard an “important” new rock song on commercial radio, one that will still be played in rotation 30 years from now?

Come on. Think.

The fact is, as fuddy-duddy as it sounds, they just don’t write music like that anymore. And they probably never will. Your youth may be defined by the latest angst-rock song by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs or indie ballad by Death Cab for Cutie, but the memory landmark stops with you and the handful of friends you hang out with at the mall. An entire generation will not be defined by The Arcade Fire, Flaming Lips and Belle and Sebastian the way arena-rock bands like Heart, Van Halen and ZZ Top so perfectly represent teen life for an entire nation in the ’70s, the way Jimi, Joni, Janis and The Beatles did a decade before that.

Even the music that defined my college years — The Smiths, Husker Du, The Cure, Depeche Mode — as good as it was, when was the last time you heard “How Soon is Now” on the radio?

But why even mention indie music? American Idol is what this country listens to. Along with hip-hop — the new rock music. That means that this generation will be defined by Eminem, Ghostface Killah, T.I. and Kelly Clarkson. Do you really believe that? I don’t, either.

I’ve got a strange, sick feeling that 30 years from now, as we’re boarding the afternoon space shuttle, as we’re flying in our saucer cars or waiting in line to buy another week’s worth of food cubes, we’ll still be hearing “More than a Feeling” on the Z.

Where did Gomez go?

People who followed the band after their ’98 breakthrough debut, the Mercury Prize winning Bring It On, just assumed that its success was the launching pad for the British band’s rise on the American pop charts. More than once the phrases “on the heels of Oasis” and “the new Beatles” were seen printed in national music rags.

On top of that, the band’s cover of The Beatles’ “Getting Better” became a pseudo-hit when it was used in a Phillips light bulb TV commercial. Some thought it was better than the original, thanks to Tom Gray’s and Ben Ottwell’s gravelly delivery.

The band followed Bring It On with Liquid Sky in ’99 and In Our Gun in ’02, both released on tiny Hut Records, a subsidiary of Virgin. But with every subsequent release, Gomez failed to recapture the hype that surrounded their debut, even though the music was just as clever and catchy. By the time Split the Difference was released in ’04, Hut Records had disintegrated, making it their last release involving Virgin.

“From a recognition standpoint, it’s been an interesting ride,” said Gomez bassist/guitarist Paul Blackburn via cell phone after just arriving in New Orleans, where the band was scheduled to perform as part of the city’s famous Jazz and Heritage Festival that evening. “We started out and got some acclaim with our first album, and after that, we kind of got whacked a bit.”

Tonight, after voting (Get out there, people!), I intend to drag myself down to Sokol Underground to see Omaha band An Iris Pattern when they open for headliner Koufax, along with Drag the River and Cordero.

I know nothing about the three touring acts. I have heard An Iris Pattern’s tracks on their myspace account and loved them, especially the dreamy “Sentenced to Each Other.” From what I can glean from their site, the band is driven by Ben Zinn and mysterious frontman Greg Loftis. Who is this Loftis fellow whose name has been whispered on the periphery of the Omaha music scene? Loftis, who has been described as both a genius and a shady character by those who know him. According to their bio, An Iris Pattern’s recordings have involved Tim Kasher, A.J. Mogis, Kyle Harvey, Reagan Roeder, Wade Hacklar, Landon Hedges, Dave Collins, Oliver Morgan and Jenna Morrison, along with James McMann and Lars Gallagher. Quite a line-up. I’m also told An Iris Pattern has performed on stage before, but only as a solo acoustic deal. First I hear the band is the next big thing and that I should check them out, next I’m told it’s in Limbo and that Loftis is cooling his heels in Spain or Greece or Amsterdam. Will he be there tonight? Find out. $8, 9 p.m. sharp.

Along with a review of the show (if I go), look for an interview with Gomez, online at Lazy-i tomorrow.

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Some thoughts on Saturday night’s Kite Pilot CD release show, a few days after the fact… I got there toward the end of Eagle*Seagulls’ usual superb set, more evidence that these guys are positioned to take over the world, if they so choose. Frontman Eli Mardock has even taken the drastic step of shaving his once-shaggy head — an unmistakable fashion statement (unless, of course, spring fleas had something to do with the shearing). I recognized songs from their debut that I’ve heard two or three other times on stage. They’ve never sounded so big, but I had to wonder what’s next for these guys. They started off as Lincoln’s version of The Arcade Fire mixed with Interpol, they morphed into a sublime version of Wolf Parade and now have come out on the other side wholly on their own, with no one left to compare them to.

Next came Kite Pilot featuring two additional trumpet players and Spring Gun guitarist Nate Mickish helping out on a few numbers. Like Eagle*Seagull, the band has never sounded better. I credit the Sokol Underground’s sound system and the dozens of family and friends in the crowd lending their support (Among them, two members of The Protoculture, who told me they have an O’Leaver’s gig scheduled in the coming weeks).

Things started off with a bang when keyboardist/trumpeter Todd Hanton threw a dozen or so plush teddy bears into the crowd. One got lodged on the lighting equipment, which resulted in some guy putting his bottle of beer on the ground while his buddy hoisted him up to get it. He missed, dropped backward and landed on the bottle, which exploded beneath his feet. Someone else got the teddy, eventually.

The bears were a cute touch, and cuteness is exactly what this band doesn’t need any more of, especially with darling frontwoman Erica Hanton sounding more and more like Bjork on songs that are already sweet sweet sweet… but not as sweet as the tunes heard on the band’s debut EP. Kite Pilot’s new album is something of a tough sell — a more serious recording that doesn’t easily invite dancing. Unlike the EP, which is a pop gem.

One of the night’s standouts was drummer Jeremy Stanosheck, who came into his own providing the tightest, strongest performance I’ve ever seen from him with any band — an accomplishment, considering the sometimes intricate arrangements on the proggy new songs which made up most of set. The band finished with “a new one” that was the best tune of the night. The sound wasn’t a new direction as much as a welcome return to the pop style heard on their EP, complete with some wicked group singing. This new direction — or return direction — is where I’d like to hear this band go next. Judging from the crowd response, I’m not alone.

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You get two bands in one form or another two nights in a row! What more could you ask for? Tonight at O’Leaver’s Kite Pilot’s Austin Britton is doing a solo set with Eagle*Seagull’s Eli Murdock and Spring Gun’s Nate Mickish, who’s also playing with Kite Pilot these days. $5, 9:30 p.m. Then tomorrow night at Sokol Underground, it’s Kite Pilot’s CD release show with Eagle*Seagull and Spring Gun. Weird, in’it? That show is $7, 9 p.m.

Those who read the OWH daily might wonder why I overlooked that little nugget in Niz’ Kite Pilot story — the one about Austin moving to San Diego to attend seminary… Well, they talked about it at our interview, but I was asked to keep it out of the story. I guess the cat’s out of the bag now. Will the band survive? Sure, said the Hantons. The line-up will change, but Kite Pilot will go on some way, some how. That said, the band will likely record some new material before Austin heads to Cali, including a new song that will be unveiled Saturday that they say has received the biggest reaction of anything they’ve played before. Can’t wait to hear it.

Also Saturday night, Someday Never is hosting a show at O’Leaver’s featuring Lincoln’s The Killigans and Super Virgin. I’m told The Killigans do Irish-style punk rock in the vein of Flogging Molly. $5, 9 p.m.

Sunday sports two One Percent shows. Downtown at Sokol Underground it’s a death-metal bash featuring A Life Once Lost and Cephalic Carnage. Also on the five-band bill is Omaha’s Precious Metal. $8, 9 p.m. Meanwhile, over at O’Leaver’s, its Cougars with The Stay Awake. Cougars are often compared to The Jesus Lizard, which is pretty much on the mark, at least from what I’ve heard off their Go Kart release, Pillow Talk. Big and loud, with the occasional horn part slipped in here and there (according to AMG, they formed out of the remains of a Chicago ska band, a bit of information they should try to keep under their hat).

Column 75: Success Hasn’t Spoiled Them Yet
Kite Pilot defines it on their own terms.

It was all the way back in August of ’05 when the first copies of Kite Pilot’s new full-length, Mercy Will Close Its Doors, began surfacing ’round town.

Fifty hand-crafted CDR copies of the disc were distributed to press (including yours truly), record labels and friends of the band with hopes of generating some national indie label interest.

Eight months later and Kite Pilot is releasing Mercy… themselves. Some might consider that a failure, but not for a band who defines success on their own terms.

“We did get a label offer,” said Austin Britton, who was joined last Saturday by fellow band members Erica Hanton and husband, Todd Hanton, in the couple’s mid-town living room. Missing was drummer Jeremy Stanosheck, while new guitarist Nate Mickish (ex-Golden Age) showed up later.

No one was willing to say who the label was, only that differences — artistic, business, personal and otherwise — kept them from signing on the dotted line.

“The label just didn’t seem to support what we wanted,” Todd said. “There was a lot of talk about them being ‘a big family’ and allowing us to put out what we wanted, but their track record didn’t support that. We wanted artistic control, and that’s something you don’t get anymore.”

“There’s this ‘friendship model’ out there now, where the labels want to be friends with you first,” Britton said. “We’re more interested in having them support the art first. They want to be bro’s. That can come later, after the record is out.”

Sound brutal? Britton and Hanton said it ain’t personal, they just want the art to prevail. In fact, they want it the way it was in the ’60s and ’70s, back when major labels nurtured bands. “They signed you with the goal of helping develop your sound,” Britton said. “Major labels were household names. You knew what a Motown artist was. Nobody knows or cares what label Britney Spears is on.”

That said, the band also admitted that they weren’t willing to make the personal sacrifices demanded by labels — specifically, to tour extensively on a low budget.

“None of us are willing to quit our jobs to go on tour,” Britton said. “In Kite Pilot, the band is subservient to the individuals; the individuals aren’t subservient to the band. We won’t sacrifice life and limb, and we don’t want music to be our sole livelihood.”

Uh, hold on a minute. The Hantons disagreed, saying they would be willing to make music a full-time career, but “we still want to live comfortably,” Erica said. “We don’t want to be obsessive about it.”

That would take all the fun out of it, Todd said. And fun is what it all comes down to for this band, both in the studio and on stage where night-to-night, anything goes.

Kite Pilot defined their fun-loving style back in 2004 with a self-released debut EP that is a pop masterpiece. It effortlessly combines bouncing indie-pop with complex multi-instrument arrangements that lean on Todd Hanton and Britton’s jazz backgrounds along with Erica’s history as part of the classic post-punk band The Protoculture. Songs like the trumpet-fueled “Tree Caught the Kite” and dance anthem “On My Lips” can be heard nightly on O’Leaver’s jukebox.

Things get more complicated on Mercy Will Close Its Doors. While the pop is still there, the arrangements are more complex and challenging — which is a fancy way of saying the band wasn’t afraid to take risks. For example, during one of Todd’s airy trumpet solos on “Tiny Portraits (Of Miniature People),” Britton abruptly screams as if in agony. It’s even more startling when heard performed live.

“There’s no ‘Kite Pilot sound,'” Britton said. “It’s whatever the song needs, whether it’s classical or jazz elements, or screaming. I listen to a lot of hardcore music. Screaming has a place as a musical tool.”

“The first time he did it, we were shocked,” Todd said. “There’s a lot of personal experimentation going on.”

Especially during their live set. Kite Pilot has garnered a reputation as one of those bands where, on any given night, you never know what you’re in for. The results can be transcendent or downright disorienting.

“We let the songs do what they want to do live,” Britton said. “If something’s lacking, we’ll change the part and do some improvisation.”

The bottom line: They do whatever they want. Which is also how they define their success. Certainly not based on a record contract.

“I’ve known bands that live or die because of a record deal,” Britton said. “They decide they don’t need to do it anymore because they can’t get signed.”

“So many bands get hooked on the industry’s definition of success.” Hanton added. “If they don’t fit that model, they’ve failed. No one ever said, ‘You guys are successful because you didn’t destroy yourselves doing what you love.'”

Kite Pilot hosts a CD release show with Eagle*Seagull and Spring Gun, Saturday, May 6, at Sokol Underground, 13th & Martha. Showtime is 9 p.m. Admission is $7.

Well, Pretty Girls didn’t get Omaha’d. At least not much. Only a handful of the 130 or so on hand at Sokol Underground last night left after Giant Drag finished their set. Giant Drag, by the way, were pretty good. Little frontwoman Annie Hardy came off like a female version of Emo Phillips doing wonky schtick between songs, saying things like “I need more vocals in my monitors,” to the soundguy, then “I like more vocals in my monitors just like Micah likes more cocks in his… monitors.” She needled drummer Calabrese with these little comments all night. I felt like I was watching a husband and wife act in the Catskills circa 1969. Hardy was a tiny little thing, waifish. She looked like she weighed all of 75 pounds with that big ol’ guitar slung over her shoulders. They made the most out of their two-person combo, with Calabrese playing drums and keyboards at the same time — it was quite a feat. With the tiny keyboard somehow strapped to his drumset, he poked out small but potent counter melodies between swings of his drum stick. Talk about leveraging personnel costs. Hardy’s voice was thin as a reed, but enough to push these minimal songs along in a Breeders/Blake Babies/Madder Rose sort of way. Her peep along with her broad guitar tone were enough to fuel a grungy cover of Chris Isaak’s “Wicked Game.” Nice. When will this parade of two-piece bands come to an end?

Pretty Girls Make Graves came on shortly afterward and only a few people walked out before their set. With their bigger-than-life frontwoman they come off with sort of an arena rock vibe, even though their songs lack whopping-big central hooks. Frontwoman Andrea Zollo is like an indie version of Pat Benatar — less glamorous but just as pouty. The bass was way high in the mix, and after about three songs, I Omaha’d the set, having to get up early this morning.

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Where’s this week’s feature? It’s been incorporated into this week’s column in an effort to give the writer more real estate to work with. Look for it tomorrow, featuring the fine folks in Kite Pilot.

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Pretty Girls Make Graves tonight at Sokol Underground. I’ve spent the last week or so listening to the new Giant Drag CD, Hearts and Unicorns, which came out on Kickball last September. A duo consisting of hot-chick frontwoman Annie Hardy and drummer Micah Calabrese, they most-often are compared to My Bloody Valentine and Jesus and Mary Chain, which doesn’t quite fit the bill for me. I liken them more to NYC’s Madder Rose, a woefully overlooked band who produced some of the more grinding yet introspective music of the early and mid-’90s on Seed/Atlantic (and were amazing live, having played at The Howard St. Tavern during that era). On the slower numbers, Giant Drag sounds like Mazzy Star, with Hardy doing a spot-on Hope Sandoval ape. Should be interesting to see how they pull it off live if, in fact, they perform only as a duo. Hopefully the other opener, The Joggers, will be first up (if you know what I mean). Lets do what we can to ensure that Pretty Girls doesn’t get Omaha’d tonight (though I do have to work tomorrow morning…). $10, 9 p.m.

It’s a busy Tuesday, with O’Leaver’s hosting a hip-hop show tonight as well that includes non hip-hop opener Life After Laserdisque.

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