Brimstone Howl, Terminals, Shanks tonight…

Category: Blog — @ 5:52 pm May 17, 2007

Brimstone Howl, The Terminals, The Shanks — these bands are the new cock-rock. Not “cock rock” in that ’80s hair-band glam-metal sort of way. Cock as in cocky. As in ballsy (and that applies to the Liz-led Terminals, too), snarky, always flexing tough-guy rock that is too-cool-for-school in a good way. I’ve been listening to Brimstone’s new one, Guts of Steel, all morning. Their style’s been called “garage rock” and “primitive rock” by people more familiar with this genre than I will ever be. Still, I don’t think either term really fits. Songs like riff-happy “Bad Seed” and the strutting “Cyclone Boy” and “I’m a Man” conjure images of motorcycles and leather jackets, Brando in The Wild Bunch, drag racing down Dodge Street in a 50s-era Chevy. All shot in black-and-white. The nostalgia continues through to the ’70s, to punk bands like The New York Dolls and The Stooges, and continues right into the current slate of bands that appear on labels like Estrus, In the Red and Lincoln’s own Boom! Chick. Produced by Dan Auerbach of The Black Keys, Guts of Steel, released on national indie label Alive Records, is more varied and interesting than Bang! (seven times). It’s also more fun.

If there’s a criticism to this style of music it’s that the underlying familiarity can cause people to complain that it all sounds the same. The nuances from track to track won’t be apparent on first listen. It takes a while before each song begins to stand on its own, which is a complicated way of saying you’ll need to listen to this three or four times straight through before you the seams between songs begin to show — seams that are more visible in a live setting, like tonight’s show, which will be a wild one. If The Terminals can burn a place like O’Leaver’s down, imagine what they’ll do on The Waiting Room stage. And I have a feeling that Jim and Marc will be following The Shanks around with a fire extinguisher (or a First-Aid kit). $5, 9 p.m.

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Lazy-i

Column 124 — Coyote Bones and coattails; Saddle Creek’s latest signing, Georgie James…

Category: Blog — @ 12:38 pm May 16, 2007

As I’ve said before on this site, I would have a different attitude about Coyote Bones’ new CD if they couldn’t pull it off live without all the glamorous contributors, but they do — quite well, in fact. As it stands, they don’t have another live show in Omaha until June 29, an all-ages gig at PS Collective, though I wouldn’t be surprised if something else gets scheduled before then. The band’s in Cambridge, MA tonight, at Piano’s in NYC tomorrow, then Baltimore, Philly, Cleveland, Athens and Dekalb May 25.

Column 124: Peeking Through Coattails
Coyote Bones does it on their own.
A few weeks ago on my website (lazy-i.com), I went gaga over the new CD by Coyote Bones, Gentleman on the Rocks, calling it hands down the best locally produced non-Saddle Creek CD that I’ve heard so far this year — based purely on the song writing. The reason for the caveat tacked on the end will become obvious as I recap a discussion I had the following day with a reader:

Lazy-i Reader: “Hey Tim, I read on Lazy-i what you said about the new Coyote Bones disc. Why do you have to laud everything that involves Saddle Creek?”

Me: “What are you talking about? Coyote Bones isn’t on Creek. You know that.”

LR: “Yeah, I know that, but let’s face it. These guys went out of there way to get every Creek-connected musician involved in their project. They obviously want to be associated with the label.”

Me: “Regardless of who’s playing on the disc, the songs are solid. It’s not like Andy Lemaster will be touring with them.”

LR: (Sarcastically) “Yeah, whatever you say…”

I can sort of understand where that skeptic was coming from. Gentleman on the Rocks really does have a laundry list of Saddle Creek royalty contributing to its production, including Maria Taylor, Neely Jenkins, Nick White, Kianna Alarid, Andy Lemaster, Orenda Fink, Matt Baum, Ryan Fox, Dan McCarthy, Derek Pressnal and Jacob Thiele, with recording credits that include Joel Petersen’s basement.

Anytime you put together that much local (and national) star power you’re bound to get accused of exploiting your connections. But Coyote Bones frontman David Matysiak said that the plusses of having such a huge list of talented, well-known guest stars easily outweighs any accusations by clueless critics.

“I suppose if I was a music critic and I wanted to take the negative route I would say, ‘This guy is riding coattails,'” Matysiak said. “All I can say is that I’ve been there all the time, sharing stages with these folks or just hanging out with them. I knew the record was going to be fun to make and a new start for me, and if this person could bring it to life, why not make that happen? I don’t think it matters who’s on the record. It took two and a half years to put it together, and I’m proud of the songs.”

Matysiak’s connection to all those folks goes way back to his old band, Jet by Day, a gritty, grungy guitar rock outfit that also included Coyote Bones instrumentalist Mason Brown (who now also plays in Tilly and the Wall). When I mentioned that I had just listened to Jet By Day’s 2001 split single with The Blindfold Parade, Matysiak verbally cringed.

“We didn’t think too much of that 7-inch,” he said. “The fact that you have it indicates that it got distributed better than we thought.”

Matysiak said Jet by Day grew beyond the two singles released by Two Sheds Music (including a split with The Maginot Line). The band also released CDs on respected indie labels Kinder Core and Future Farmers, nabbed a feature in Magnet and toured up until the day they fell apart — just as they were starting to get noticed.

While living in Athens, Matysiak became best friends with Tilly and the Wall’s Derek Pressnal and Nick White, and also met members of The Faint, Cursive and Bright Eyes while setting up shows for them and his band in Athens and Atlanta. Eventually he took up Pressnal’s offer and moved from Atlanta to Omaha, staying at his house for over a year.

Once here, getting people to sit in on sessions was second nature. “If we needed to add a trumpet or piano, it just so happened that Orenda (Fink) and Dan (McCarthy) were around to help out.” Old Athens pal Andy Lemaster’s contributions — all recorded at his Chase Park Transductions studio — are some of the most powerful, including a stirring synth hook in stand-out track “Grand Eclipse.”

“Mason started to write those synth parts and I was trying to sing in a Depeche Mode kind of way. I love that classic ’80s sound,” Matysiak said. “It’s an example of something we couldn’t do with Jet by Day.”

The CD, slated for release May 29 on the Matysiak’s co-op label, CoCo Art, already is chocking up impressive presales from around the globe, likely based on those Saddle Creek connections.

“People say if you put those names on your record, anyone will buy it,” Matysiak said. “Once the record is out awhile, it’ll lose that stigma. It’s just a press angle. The same thing happened with Tilly, where it was first known as Conor’s new band or as a tap-dancing gimmick. Eventually that went away. So will this.”

Only time and touring will tell. The band currently is on the road performing their songs minus the all-star contributors that fleshed out the disc, just like they did April 12 at The Waiting Room. Stripped down, the music was more straight-forward, cutting through the fat to reveal the songwriting meat and bone that propels the band. They could (and probably will be) the next big thing to come out of Omaha, with or without those Creek coattails hanging in their eyes.

The Washington Post is reporting (here) that Saddle Creek Records will be releasing the debut album by Washington D.C.’s Georgie James, Places, in early fall 2007. Listening to the band’s Myspace tracks, they kind of sound like an updated, indie version of ’70s rock bands like Seals and Crofts (especially track “Need Your Needs.”). Georgie James is the duo of John Davis (ex-Q and Not U) and his singer-songwriter friend Laura Burhenn. They record with Chad Clark (Beauty Pill) and T.J. Lipple (Aloha) at Silver Sonya Studio. So when’s the obligatory Omaha tour stop?

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Lazy-i

More Slowdown; Omahype…

Category: Blog — @ 5:50 pm May 15, 2007

Since yesterday’s Slowdown item went online they’ve enhanced their website to include a brief history of the project, a photo gallery, and an FAQ which includes answers to such sterling questions as ‘What does Slowdown mean?’ (it’s a reference to the band Slowdown Virginia) and ‘Do you have shows every night?’ (No, typically only 2 or 3 nights a week) and most curiously, ‘Who does all your in-house booking?’ The answer is Val Nelson. So where does One Percent Productions fit in? I assume Val will be booking local shows while One Percent will book touring national acts like Built to Spill (which they, indeed, booked). Right?

And speaking of websites, yesterday I stumbled across Omahype.com, a blog that includes live reviews, news and brief show previews, not to mention a sweet photo of O’Leaver’s bar sign. Yet another source for local indie music coverage. Check it out.

Tomorrow on Lazy-i, look for this week’s column, a chat with David Matysiak of Coyote Bones, where he talks about all the local talent that showed up on his band’s exceptional new disc.

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Lazy-i

Smoke-free Slowdown? You decide (but not really); Thee More Shallows, Capgun Coup tonight…

Category: Blog — @ 5:38 pm May 14, 2007

According to the online countdown clock at Slowdown’s website, the venue will open in a mere 24 days. The first show was booked a couple weeks ago — Built to Spill on July 18. And now the website has added a discussion board with its first survey question: “Would you like Slowdown to be smoke-free?”

Voting requires that you register, of course. There’s a problem with conducting an online poll — the owners of said poll generally have to respond to its outcome. What if 51 percent of responders say they want the venue to be smoke-free? Will that be enough to sway owners/operators Robb Nansel and Jason Kulbel, who already have said they intend to allow smoking? Probably not. Despite what anyone says, the decision rests squarely on their shoulders. Since Slowdown doesn’t serve food, the club can legally allow smoking, at least for the next four or five years or whenever the city’s ordinance expires (or until the state eventually passes legislation that bans smoking in all public spaces).

Not allowing smoking probably makes the most sense, especially considering that Slowdown will target an under-21 crowd, an audience whose parents likely would be more apt to allow their kids to go down there if they knew it was a smoke-free establishment. Add to that the fact that a state-mandated all-public-spaces ban probably will be in place before the city’s current ordinance expires, and the fact that neither Robb nor Jason smoke (as far as I know) and the decision seems obvious. That is until you factor in the financial costs of making the club smoke-free.

The long-standing argument always has been that if you ban smoking, smokers will not come. I think that’s probably true, but only for the serious 2- to 3-pack-a-day lifers (or death-ers). Casual smokers won’t care — they’re there to see the bands, anyway. Will it stop them from hanging out and drinking afterward? Maybe, probably. And that might be the tipping point in their decision.

Robb and Jason are running a bar, after all, and selling booze is a big part of that. Under-21s don’t buy many $4 Rolling Rocks. One of the factors to the venue’s success will be how well it caters to a drinking clientele — to get them down there with or without live bands performing. And smoking always has been a factor in drawing a “regulars” crowd. Has the smoking ban hurt the draw at Sokol shows? Probably not, but no one goes to Sokol for any other reason than to see the bands — after the last encore it’s off to The Brothers or O’Leaver’s or The Waiting Room for last call. Slowdown wants to be on that list of final-destination bars, too, a list that (because of its proximity) will include all the Old Market bars as well. That’s why this poll probably won’t mean anything at the end of the day.

Tonight at The Waiting Room, it’s San Francisco’s Thee More Shallows with local boys Capgun Coup. $7, 9 p.m.

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Lazy-i

Live Review: Morrissey; Landing on the Moon, The Shanks tonight…

Category: Blog — @ 2:22 pm May 12, 2007

I’ll probably spend most of the day listening to Morrissey after going to the show last night at The Orpheum, a show that will easily be in my top-5 — not of 2007 but of all time. Look, I grew up listening to Morrissey and The Smiths. Some of the songs he performed last night I’ve been listening to for over 20 years. To get to see him perform “Everyday Is Like Sunday” or “How Soon is Now” or “Panic” in an environment as perfect as The Orpheum was special.

But as much as I love the early Morrissey stuff and The Smiths’ tunes, the concert highlights were all newer songs. Backing him was an impeccable 5-piece that included three guitarists (one switched to keyboards) a bass player and a drummer behind an enormous set that included a giant Yamaha bass drum laid on its side and a massive gong, both of which he used sparingly and to fine effect.

Morrissey came out after a short set by opener Kristeen Young, a New Yorker who sounds like a pedestrian cross between Kate Bush and Siouxie, playing keyboards and singing while backed by a drummer. These two-piece acts are getting tiresome beyond their novelty. There were a couple good songs there somewhere, but without a band backing her, they sounded hollow and lackluster and half-finished.

After her set, videos of cinema and music icons were shown on a large sheet hung across the stage, including a live performance by The New York Dolls from a European music show from the ’70s (as well as some homemade video of Johansen lighting a joint) and audition footage of James Dean for East of Eden.

Then came Morrissey, dressed in tight slacks, baby-blue belt and an assortment of French-cuffed long-sleeve shirts opened down to his belly Tom Jones-style. Morrissey looks like a gay Irish gangster these days, stocky but not fat, letting his hair gray at the temples, and sweating-sweating-sweating. He went through three shirts soaked black with sweat, tossing the first to someone in the stage pit (who I assume wiped that pit sweat all over his or her face).

The set started rough soundwise, but kudos to the sound guy, who adjusted the rather brash din after the first song, bringing it to sonic perfection. Gorgeous balance, at least where I stood (there was no sitting in the Orchestra setion last night), about 7 rows from the stage on stage-right aisle. Staging included two giant black-and-white Warholian portraits of James Dean hung from the rafters and an assortment of motorized stage lights, klieg lights, blinking florescent lights, all effectively choreographed to the music, which leaned to the heavier side of Morrissey’s (and The Smith’s) catalog. Some people consider Morrissey ‘wimp music,’ I guess because of the emotional, confessional lyrics (the Pope of Mope blah-blah-blah), but his music actually is pretty hard, at times bordering on punk. Cutting through the gritty static guitar noise and the throbbing rhythms is Morrissey’s sweetie-pie voice that soars high and clean like the best of Sinatra crooners. Though at times huge and majestic, no one writes a melody with a sense of melancholy like Morrissey, and no one performs those songs quite like him, preening and prancing across stage, swinging his microphone chord like a whip, raising his eyebrows in mock concern. And always sweating like Tom Jones or Engelbert Humperdinck and all the other stage idols before him (but without scarf-throwing cheesiness) — it was almost an Elvis sort of thing. Morrissey reached out and shook hands all night, and only at the end — when a couple fans were invited on stage — did the barrier get broken, one woman handing him her baby daughter which he twirled in his harms before handing her back. Meanwhile, off stage left, a guy dressed in a Union Jack tried to rush Morrissey only to get pushed back to the floor by a Buddha-sized bodyguard.

The between-song patter was limited to pre-scripted comments, except for when Morrissey talked about how one of his favorite people was from Lincoln. Who was it? Dick Cavett, strangely, though if you know Cavett’s background it makes sense. So while he was happy and personable and funny, it was the music that was center stage. The highlights — a brooding version of “Life is a Pigsty” that built for eight minutes or more, ending with Morrissey crumpled on his back with his arms across his face only to be reborn by a shrill, opening siren chords of “How Soon is Now?” The other highlight — a gritty version of “Ganglord,” a b-side off “The Youngest Was the Most Loved” single, and the closest he’s ever come to the dark power of “How Soon is Now?” I hadn’t heard Ringleader of the Tormentors before this concert. I own it now, and am convinced it may be one of his best, though my judgment will always be colored by last night’s performance.

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A couple shows worth mentioning tonight if you’re out and about: At The Waiting Room it’s Landing on the Moon with Fromanhole, Clair de Lune (said to be their last show ever) and Self Evident. $7, 9 p.m., while over at O’Leaver’s it’s punk rock gods The Shanks with electro-punkers Cloven Path and Ric Rhythm, $5, 9:30 p.m.

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Lazy-i

Off-and-on updates; Bright Eyes hit-and-miss reviews; that crazy ol’ Dick Dale…

Category: Blog — @ 3:26 pm May 9, 2007

A death in the family is the reason behind the sporadic updates. Please bear with me of the next few days. Things hopefully will be back to normal next week. In fact, this week’s column on Coyote Bones won’t run until next Wednesday.

Bright Eyes’ current tour is coming off as hit-and-miss with the critics, judging by reviews like this one in the East Bay Express, which goes out of its way to highlight the show’s failings (not selling out their Berkeley date, disliking the visuals, etc.). Still, for every negative review, there’s a positive one (or two), like this Reuters report (actually, it’s from The Hollywood Reporter) of the last Sunday’s Disney Concert Hall gig, with the headline “Bright Eyes too good to remain a cult act,” and this one (with a few pics) from LAist.com that declares that “he truly has come of age.” Bright Eyes (and Oberst) will always be either liked (or loved) or hated. I find that people who hate his music dislike it almost on a personal level that goes beyond merely commenting on its quality, tending to focus on the personality behind the art. And that’s too bad. My personal take is that when his music isn’t boring (which is about half the time), it’s pretty good, and lyrically can be downright remarkable.

By the way, if you haven’t seen this yet — they did a giant mural on the side of a Brooklyn building using the Cassadaga artwork to pimp the upcoming seven nights of sold-out shows at Town Hall. Take a look.

What else. I missed Dick Dale last night. Let me take this opportunity to recall my one and only interview with Dale back in ’98 — actually, just go ahead and read it here. In addition to being one of the fastest guitarists in the world, Dale’s one of the fastest talkers, speaking in a stream of consciousness that-lacks-punctuation-like-a-giant-run-on-sentence-from-the-mind-of-a-madman. He can play a helluva soundtrack for a surf movie. Unfortunately, I don’t know how to swim.

Lastly, Terrence Moore passed away last week at the age of 58. The LJS has the story here. I’m glad that I had a chance to talk to Terrence before he passed away (for this column). He had a big impact on the local music scene and will be missed.

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Lazy-i

Intern Live Review: Coyote Bones; CD review: Sothen…

Category: Blog — @ 4:54 pm May 7, 2007

I couldn’t make it out to shows this weekend, but that didn’t stop Lazy-i’s never-ending coverage, especially when you have an intern like Brendan Greene-Walsh, who files this report from Saturday night’s show at The Waiting Room:

Torrential rain may have kept some at home on Saturday night, but I and about 120 others were willing to take our soaking to catch the Coyote Bones CD release show. I arrived at The Waiting Room after Dereck Higgins had finished his set, which is unfortunate because he’s one of the best musicians in town. Playing second was Flowers Forever fronted by Derek Pressnall of Tilly and the Wall. Their set was gritty and spirited, with pounding drums that forced home the grunge rock idea. (Editor’s note: Grunge rock? Eh?)

Each member of Coyote Bones donned a large sombrero in reverence to Cinco de Mayo. Their set thrived off of an almost unbridled energy. Never before has a tambourine been played so enthusiastically. It was refreshing to see a band play that’s not static and melancholy. At the center of Coyote Bones is David Matysiak and Mason Brown. For the show, they were supported by a large cast of friends, including Greg Edds (Little Brazil) on guitar, and (for a few tunes) Kianna Alarid (Tilly and the Wall). Their music combines pop rock and folk, but has a driving punch that keeps the energy flowing. It’ll be interesting to hear if that same energy transfers to their CD, which I was given in exchange for an owl-adorned book-end. Someone needs to explain that barter system to me. The show’s highlight definitely was the large cat piñata that was smashed to pieces during their last song.

Look for an interview with Matysiak in this week’s Lazy-i column on Wednesday.

Brendan strikes again:

SoTHENLookatchurself Reggie Measuresworth (self-released) — If you can remember the early ’90s, then you already have a good grasp on what this album sounds like. Jangling and often inappropriate guitar riffs over roots-rock bass with trash drums. Add some raspy vocals that follow basically the same melody for every song. These guys remind me of a rehash of Bush. Ugh. Rating: No — Brendan Greene-Walsh

Tim Sez: Oh it’s not that bad (except for maybe “Surprise,” which features some creepy spoken lines). Frontman Jonathan Townes sounds like he grew up with Pearl Jam, Bob Mould, Foo Fighters and a slew of grunge and post-grunge bands. Yeah, there are obvious ’90s overtones throughout the whole disc, which is good or bad depending on your memories of that era. I don’t hate it, but there’s not enough here creatively to recommend it. Rating: No

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Lazy-i

Vedera tonight, Coyote Bones tomorrow…

Category: Blog — @ 12:26 pm May 4, 2007

Well, we made it to the weekend after all. The show list isn’t very crowded, but it’s pretty good.

Tonight at The Waiting Room, it’s Kansas City’s Vedera — who were just here in February, and who still sound like a cross between Bettie Serveert and Metric (I think I compared them to Denali before). Once again, they’re playing with Lincoln’s Tie These Hands. Spring Gun also is on the bill. $8, 9 p.m. (though Waiting Room shows are becoming notorious for starting an hour or more late — better to sell booze with, I suppose, and who can blame them now that they own the bar).

Saturday night it’s not only Cinco de Mayo, but it’s also the long-awaited CD release show for Coyote Bones’ Gentleman on the Rocks, which Lazy-i has long declared as the best non-Creek local release so far this year. Sharing the stage at The Waiting Room will be two other CoCo Art collective members — Flowers Forever featuring Derek Pressnall of Tilly and the Wall, and Dereck Higgins, who was among the plethora of supporting musicians who appear on Gentleman… $7, 9 p.m.

Meanwhile, just a hop, skip and jump down Maple Street at PS Collective, Black Squirrels are celebrating the release of their debut CD with the help of Midwest Dilemma and poet Todd Robinson. $5, 9 p.m.

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Lazy-i

Live Review: San Sarec, Junior Boys; Mark Mallman tonight…

Category: Blog — @ 4:39 pm May 3, 2007

Funny thing about playing electronic music live – especially if you’re a one-man band like San Sarec – no matter what you do or how you do it, there’s always the chance that it’s going to come off as a high-falutin’ karaoke show. Nat Rabb (San Sarec) did about all he could to keep the crowd from thinking that, and it sort of worked. There he was, a shortish, dark-haired New Yorker-type surrounded by keyboards and other electronic gear, dancing and prancing, slapping a board with drumsticks while grasping a microphone, trying as hard as he could to get the patrons at The Waiting Room last night to get off their asses and dance. By the end of his house/club/electronica set played in the dark, he managed to at least get them off their asses, but only a couple girls were actually dancing. Although the music was pure club (Pet Shop Boys meets your favorite house DJ meets electro-clash), my girlfriend still fell asleep during his set (literally). Highlight: A revved-up version of Bowie’s “Teenage Wildlife,” with Rabb providing a spot-on vocal match of the thin white duke.

Junior Boys was another story all together. A trio that included a real, live drummer, frontman/vocalist Jeremy Greenspan on guitar and bass, and Matt Didemus manning a rack of keyboards and other technology, there was no mistaking them for anything other than the dance-flavored rock band that they are. Greenspan wasn’t waiting for the house to demurely get on their feet – he told them to get up to the stage before he began his set. “You paid to get in here. You’re going to have more fun in here than back there,” he said, pointing at the back of the bar. Most of the crowd of 70 or so reluctantly surrounded the stage, but that didn’t mean they were going to dance. Instead, they did the usual stand-and-shrug-to-the-beat thing that Omaha is famous for. Greenspan didn’t seem to mind.

While I like their recent album, So This Is Goodbye, I’ve always felt that the recording sounded somewhat hollow and lifeless at times. That problem was mostly solved on stage, where the band filled in the hollow points with extra instrumentation. Greenspan, who talks like your slightly nasal neighbor when he tells stories between songs (like the one about how the last time they came to Omaha their bus driver pissed all over a birthday cake before the lucky recipient ate it), sings like the second coming of Bryan Ferry with a voice that’s strangely, surprisingly willowy. Meanwhile, Didemus spent the set poking at technology with one hand while smoking with the other, looking like a dark-haired version of Phillip Seymour Hoffman. At one point, I think he was manipulating the sound files with a (computer) mouse, swaying slightly to the beat the whole time. Funny.

Like The Faint concert held at The Waiting Room a month or so ago, the bass was chest-crushingly loud, as if it was coughing for you from deep inside your lungs. There was no sleeping through this set. And while most of the music sounded markedly better live than on CD, my favorite track off the record, “In the Morning,” was disappointingly tame, thanks to a shift in the mix that pushed the technology below the overpowering, omnipresent bass.

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Tonight at The Waiting Room, the return of Mark Mallman. Who remembers the last time he played in Omaha (read my review here)? Let’s hope a few more people show up this time. Mallman’s out supporting a new album, Seven Years. Opening the show is everyone’s favorite Omaha pop-rock combo The Third Men. $7, 9 p.m.

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Lazy-i

Column 123 — CDs vs. iTunes; Junior Boys tonight…

Category: Blog — @ 12:27 pm May 2, 2007

This column was originally slated to run last week but was delayed. I don’t have an update on how well Cassadaga has sold beyond week 1, but I’ll find out and I’ll pass it on.

Column 123: Digital Divide
Homer’s hunkers down as downloads grow.

They’ve been talking about the end of the CD for years now, since a certain portable device reared its sleek, white plastic head in 2001. The advent of the iPod, iTunes and digital music files was viewed by some as the eventual end of the line for record stores. Kinda like how the CD was suppose to kill the record album, but that’s another story.

So now it’s 2007, and my local Homer’s is still open down on Saddle Creek Rd., looking busier than ever as I drive by on a Saturday afternoon while my sleek white plastic friend that’s hidden in my Mini’s glove box feeds Neil Young’s Live at the Fillmore East to my car stereo.

Both formats — old fashioned CDs and newfangled digital downloads — can and do exist in harmony. At least for now. Downloads are catching up. Case in point — the first week sales of Bright Eyes’ latest album, Cassadaga. As has been reported countless times, the album logged in at No. 4 on the Billboard charts with first-week sales at just slightly north of 58,000. What hasn’t been discussed is that 11,000 of those sales were digital downloads — around 19 percent. That’s a bigger percentage of downloads vs. CD sales than Modest Mouse or The Arcade Fire had with their recent releases.

And that’s good news for Saddle Creek Records. Creek executive Jason Kulbel said the label has done what it could to encourage iTunes downloads. “Encourage probably isn’t the right word,” Kulbel said. “The things we did with iTunes are more of a necessity these days. We gave them an exclusive pre-order track. If you don’t give them an exclusive item, you don’t get the best site placements (banners, features, etc.). The better feature placement you have on there, the better you do.”

Ironically, Cassadaga boasts ultra-cool Grammy-worthy packaging, with artwork that’s only decipherable using a special decoder window included inside the CD sleeve — something that’s completely lost on those 11,000 who downloaded the album from iTunes, Napster or elsewhere. Kulbel said the intricate (and expensive) packaging wasn’t a mad stab at luring people to buy the “hard version” of the album. In fact, the label makes more money selling downloads than CDs. “(There’s) no manufacturing cost on iTunes, so you come out ahead on digital sales,” he said.

“It’s been apparent for awhile now that you certainly cannot ignore digital music,” Kulbel added. “…in the last couple years, we’ve thought a lot about digital sales and how they relate to the future of music. It’s one piece of what could ultimately kill record stores — part of the problem, we’ll say.”

Sounds dire, especially for independently owned record shops. But Mike Fratt, president of Homer’s, isn’t exactly shaking in his boots. He talked about the issue a couple weeks ago while attending the annual convention of the Coalition of Independent Music Stores (CIMS) in LA, where a half a day was devoted to the topic. Fratt says no one knows for sure what role digital sales will play in the future, or how it will impact independent music stores. That said, The New York Times reported last month that digital sales jumped 53 percent in the first quarter of ’07 vs. the same period in ’06, while CD sales slumped 17 percent. Part of the drop was due to the lack of big-name releases in the first quarter.

The good news: “Digital isn’t growing at a pace that’s in line with the decline of hard sales,” Fratt said. “Digital sales are still a blip. Physical goods are 85 percent of the music market.”

Still, independent music stores are looking for a place to play in the growing digital music game. Fratt says indie retailers are working with individual bands to offer exclusive downloadable content tied to online storefronts like homersmusic.com. “The structure of record labels is beginning to disintegrate,” Fratt said. “We’re now dealing directly with the artists.”

It’s impossible for stores to make money from digital downloads, he said. “We’re doing it because we feel like we have to. We’re not going to throw a bunch of money down a rabbit hole by desperately looking for a digital solution.”

The real answer is for the wholesale cost of CDs to drop to $7.50. “The physical business would reignite if people could find everything they wanted at $10,” Fratt said. “We don’t think physical sales will ever go away. The question is where will it level off? 50/50? 60/40?”

Perhaps the only golden lining to the relentless drop in physical sales is how it’s driving some of the big chain stores out of business. “We need to just hunker down and maintain ourselves for a couple years,” Fratt said. “So many people will exit the market that it will open opportunities for indie stores. There are new ones opening right now, while Tower and Virgin are closing.”

Tonight at The Waiting Room it’s Junior Boys with San Serac. I bought tickets to this concert for my girlfriend’s birthday over a month ago. Tickets are still available. $10, 9 p.m. Also tonight, System and Station are playing at O’Leaver’s with Fromanhole and Life After Laserdisque. $5, 9:30 p.m.

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