This is part two of a two-part column previewing South by Southwest. If you missed part one, featuring Little Brazil, Digital Leather and It’s True, it’s here.

Column 263 — Austin Bound, Pt. 2
The Mynabirds, Thunder Power, Eagle Seagull and UUVVWWZ talk SXSW.

We continue to search for answers to the question posed last week in Pt. 1 of this column: Why should bands play at the South by Southwest Music Festival in Austin, which began March 17?

For Laura Burhenn, singer/songwriter and frontwoman for The Mynabirds, SXSW helped get her former band, Georgie James, signed to Saddle Creek Records. Before Austin, they’d already done a lot of work on their own, including touring with 4AD band Camera Obscura, playing the “other” important industry festival, CMJ, and self-releasing a couple recordings.

“We were doing pretty well for ourselves and getting some attention,” Burhenn said of her former band, “but we hadn’t found a home for our record. It wasn’t until Saddle Creek saw us play live that they were able to say ‘yes’ to putting our record out. I think that’s true for a lot of labels. It’s one thing to make a good record, but most labels want to make sure you can do something special live and in the flesh.”

Now with The Mynabirds, Burhenn finds herself in Austin again, this time working pre-promotion for the band’s April 27 debut on Saddle Creek. But more importantly for Burhenn, SXSW is a chance to see old friends, get a break from the gray Omaha winter and enjoy some “killer burritos,” while trying to forget how much the whole thing is going to cost. “This is one instance I’m incredibly grateful for day jobs that helped me save a little along the way over the years,” she said. “Now’s the time. Why not go for what you love with every ounce of time, energy, and money you have? If not now, when? And yes, really do ask yourself that very question.”

Eli Mardock of Eagle Seagull was more matter-of-fact about SXSW. His band’s long-awaited album, The Year of the How-To Book, finally comes out on [PIAS] Recordings this spring. For him and the band, SXSW is just another day at the office. “We’re getting in and out as quickly as possible,” he said. “There are loads of bands/friends I’d love to see, but it just doesn’t make sense for us to hang around this year. It’s all work and no play for us, I’m afraid.”

Eagle Seagull’s SXSW intro was in 2008. “I’m not sure it really helped our band/career much, but it was the show that finalized our first major record deal,” Mardock said. “I don’t think (SXSW) is important. It’s beneficial for a handful of bands. But to most, it’s a fairly costly undertaking without much return (in terms of money, press, exposure). We’re playing it this year because there will be a lot of European press there (Our second album is dropping this month in Europe). It’s a good opportunity for them to see us live. Hopefully we’ll impress and gain some additional press before the release and our April tour.”

The “European press” also was a draw for Thunder Power, who is headed to SXSW for the first time. “It’s a very good place to network with people in the music industry,” said rhythm guitarist/bassist Will Simons. “It gives us a chance to talk to booking agents, which we don’t have and which could really help us out. And there’s a British journalist who wants to do an interview with us. We have an EP coming out in England.”

Simons said Thunder Power’s American label, Slumber Party Records, helped get them invited to SXSW without having to enroll through sonicbids.com — a process that got them invited to last year’s CMJ festival. In the end, all of the festival experiences — including the North by 35 Festival they’re playing in Denton, Texas, prior to SXSW — help build a strong musical resume.

“SXSW seems like one of those steps that feels right for a band to take,” Simons said, adding that Thunder Power’s invitation to record a Daytrotter session (which has become an indie music rite of passage) probably helped them get accepted at CMJ. “Even if you don’t get a feature in Rolling Stone out of this, it could make things easier in the future, like booking shows in bigger cities outside of Omaha. We’re taking everything we’ve done so far and are taking it to the next level.”

UUVVWWZ frontwoman Teal Gardner called the road to South by Southwest a “well-trodden path.” Having never performed there, she said the band jumped at a chance to play the Saddle Creek Records showcase (along with five other SXSW gigs they’re slated to play throughout the festival’s five days).

“Having as much as possible as a band is extremely integral to all of it,” Gardner said. “The benefit of being together as a band, traveling in a van and relying on each other is important to us.”

And then there’s the variety of bands that she’ll get to check out while she’s there. Though Nebraska is recognized as a regular tour stop for most bands, Gardner said a lot of important acts simply bypass the state. “It’s a chance to stick my head down in the fish tank and look around,” she said. “SXSW has more to do with getting some good experiences under your belt, and meeting and seeing different bands. It’s a cornerstone experience to go through. I don’t know what it’s going to be like, but afterward, I want to have something to talk about.”

Trust me, Teal, you will. And so will I. But if you don’t want to wait for the report in the next issue of The Reader, track my daily SXSW updates at lazy-i.com or follow my tweets at twitter.com/tim_mcmahan starting March 18.

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So who are these folks seeing in Austin? Well, like Eli said above, Eagle Seagull plans to get in and get out. No fun allowed, apparently. Teal Gardner said she hopes to run into her friend Jan Lankisch, co-owner of Tomlab Records. “They put out a ton of sweet stuff like Xiu Xiu, Yacht, tUNEYARDS, sweet bands that never come through here,” Teal said. “I think they’re doing a showcase. Jim (Schroeder, guitarist) probably has a slick agenda as far as what he wants to see. He knows about things and gets excited. I like to go with the flow.”

Will Simons said he’s excited about seeing The Flaming Lips, who are playing a free show in Denton. He also mentioned Liverpool band Wave Machines, who he saw play at SXSW last year, when he attended as a correspondent for the City Weekly.

Laura Burhenn is much more detailed about her plans in Austin. “We’ll be there Tuesday through Sunday — the whole time,” she said. “In my experience it’s nearly impossible to see every band you want to see — even though those bands are playing approximately 10 shows each. Try to coordinate that with the shows we’re playing, the meetings we’ll have — it’s a near impossibility. That said, I’m dying to catch Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings at some point. I went to the Daptone Records Revue at CMJ in the fall and couldn’t stick around long enough to see them. I sure did love my time with the Budos Band, but seeing Sharon Jones sure would be lovely. I’d also love to see Aloha and BRAHMS. TJ Lipple (Aloha) co-produced the Georgie James record and is a brilliant musician. Cale Parks (in both Aloha and BRAHMS) toured as Georgie James’ drummer very early in our career. A sweetheart of a guy and a brilliant musician as well. I’d also really love to see Tobacco. We worked together on a remix awhile back when he was busy with Black Moth Super Rainbow; I’d love to see his live show in his new incarnation. Other than that, I’ll hope to catch other friends’ shows: These United States, Vandaveer, Le Loup (and on and on). And I’ll start a list of missed-in-Austin shows that I absolutely can’t miss when they come through Omaha next.”

My coverage of SXSW won’t start until tomorrow evening, as I won’t be touching down in Austin until Thursday afternoon. Having done this before, I know that three days is going to be more than enough for me to handle. You’ll see.

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BTW, it’s St. Patrick’s Day, in case you forgot.

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This is part one of a two-part column previewing South by Southwest. Part two will feature Mynabirds, Thunder Power and UUVVWWZ, along with anyone else I can track down (Eagle Seagull, Brimstone Howl).

Column 262: Austin Bound, Pt. 1
Little Brazil, It’s True, Digital Leather talk SXSW.

I used to think that South By Southwest’s legendary role as facilitator of the great rock ‘n’ roll dream was a load of you-know-what.

Just look over the list of bands performing March 17-21 at the annual music festival in Austin (located at sxsw.com). Most of them — almost all of them, actually — are already signed to a record label, have plenty of “representation” in the form of publicists and booking agents; and some are downright huge (Metallica, for example, played last year). Any thoughts of SXSW being some sort of rock ‘n’ roll casting call where a young band is “discovered,” signed and processed, and set upon a road of excessive sex and drugs, well, that was a thing of the past, right?

Then I went last year, soaked in the showcases, and found out that there was more to SXSW than unlimited free beer, bad PA’s and terrific Mexican food. There were plenty of unsigned bands (or bands signed to microscopic labels) who were grabbing the attention of indies such as our very own Saddle Creek Records, who I later discovered signed Rural Alberta Advantage and Land of Talk after seeing them play in Austin.

Still, there had to be more to it if poverty-level musicians were willing to lay out literally thousands of dollars in tip money to travel to Austin with the bravest hope of just not getting lost in the sideshow. What do they want from SXSW? That’s what I asked a handful of local bands that got invited this year.

Among them, Little Brazil, who has performed officially and unofficially at SXSW for five of the past six years. This year the band’s itinerary includes playing a showcase for Anodyne Records — their label. Little Brazil guitarist Greg Edds said there’s more to SXSW then trying to get signed. “Performing holds endless opportunities to expand your career in different avenues,” he said, pointing to the army of publicists, music distributors, and booking agencies on hand. “Your performance might also garner the attention of one of the many company owners looking to hand out product sponsorships. Who can so no to free gear?”

Radio reps also can be in the crowd. “If they happen to enjoy your set, you’ve gained a push with the music audience they influence,” Edds said. “In the grand scheme of things, it’s an important gamble, minus the addiction.”

So what’s come of their past SXSW odysseys? “Only time will tell on how those performances have affected our careers,” Edds said, “but we’ve made a nice impression with the locals as well as making new fans that attend the festival and live on different coasts.”

Karl Houfek, who plays keyboards for local unsigned band It’s True, said this is his first year to be invited to play in Austin. What do they think they’ll gain from the experience? “We have no idea,” he said. “I guess SXSW is one of those things that we look at as a benchmark of sorts, and that we’re excited about doing, but we’re still not convinced it really means anything. Actually, I think, for the most part, and this applies whether you’re a shit band or not, if you’re invited to play SXSW, you’ve worked hard… so I think, at the very least, it means that.

“We’re not on a record label, so I guess the great hope is that maybe people we’re interested in talking to (booking agents, labels, publicists) will come watch us play and express some interest in partnering with the band in some capacity. But, we also realize that the most likely scenario is that we’ll just play our set, get some polite applause, and walk down the street and have a few beers with Little Brazil.”

Houfek said that if their van doesn’t break down on the way to Austin, the trip will cost the band over a grand for gas and lodging alone. The Reader is “sponsoring” them, so that’ll help (probably). They’re also playing a SXSW send-off show at The Barley Street Tavern March 14, “so we’re hoping that raises a bit of scratch.”

Digital Leather frontman Shawn Foree said he sold Sonic Youth’s Thurston Moore a record a couple years ago at SXSW, but other than that, he has no idea how his past festival experiences have helped him. “Mostly it seems like SXSW is an opportunity to have other bands hate you because they aren’t playing,” he said.

Foree, whose amazing new album, Warm Brother, was released on indie label Fat Possum, isn’t looking for a new home. “Really, I just hope to have fun this year, to see my friends from around the country, eat real Mexican food and play music,” he said. “There are plenty of other bands who spend all their time worrying about big label attention.”

Moneywise, he said bands are offered two payment options for performing: either $250 “no matter who you are,” or a wristband that gets you into the clubs. “We’ll take the cash,” he said. “Most of the cool shows don’t even require wristbands anymore.”

Austin is just another stop on Digital Leather’s spring tour. The band will be playing in Tulsa on St. Patrick’s Day, and then will have to drive nine hours to get to Austin, get their rooms and get one hour to rest before their first gig.

It’s a grind, but Foree said despite what he said before, SXSW is still an opportunity to play in front of a lot of people and get a taste of how the music business works. “It’s a fickle world operated by soulless vultures.”

Next week, The Mynabirds, Thunder Power and UUVVWWZ.

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So who are these folks interested in seeing at the festival?

Karl Houfek: “Off the top of my head, I’d say that personally, I’m excited to see Band of Horses, Broken Social Scene, Thurston Moore, Local Natives, er..The XX, maybe? Kyle’s got a crush on Meiko, so he’ll probably wander off by himself to go see her and not tell anyone…but I’m onto you, Harvey! Oh, and I recently saw that Hole is playing…I’ll be very tempted to go see whether or not Courtney Love flips out on people.”

Shawn Foree said he and his band are “excited to see Wizzard Sleeve. I kinda want to see Uffie, who we are playing with one night.”

Greg Edds said Little Brazil will be in Austin for 48 hours. “And believe me, that is just enough time to permanently do damage to your liver and grow financially incapable of buying life’s necessities,” he said. “It’s hard to plan for something like this, but it’s good to start out with a nice blue print, with 15-30 minutes between each artist to improve spur of the moment decisions. We’re looking forward to hearing; Band of Horses, the Antlers, Local Natives, Spoon, Ray Davies, Joan of Arc, Midlake, the Walkmen, Maps & Atlases, and of course supporting the many Omaha artists that were asked to play SXSW.”

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I left out Lost in Translation, whose soundtrack included songs by Air, My Bloody Valentine, Death in Vegas and a very young Phoenix. Great flick.

Column 261: Waiting Through the Credits
Some (indie) soundtracks are stinkers.

With the Oscars this Sunday night, I thought I’d write a column about indie music in movies. The problem: Most movies that use indie music aren’t very good. In fact, they usually suck.

I go to a lot of movies, at least one or two a week. And I go to theaters, I don’t just “Netflix it,” like everyone else does these days. But sometimes I have no choice. As research for this article, I Netflixed (500) Days of Summer because a friend of mine said it had a great soundtrack filled with lots of indie songs. And she was right, it did. Great tunes by Regina Spektor, Feist, Doves, Black Lips, The Smiths, even Hall and Oates. But the movie again proved my theory — it wasn’t very good.

Part of the reason it sucked (for me, anyway) had to do with lead actress Zooey Deschanel, who I despise since she began whoring for Cotton, the Fabric of Our Lives, and after she appeared on Top Chef as a crazy I-can’t-eat-anything gluten-intolerant, Dinner-at-Moosewood-thumping vegan, further emphasizing my theory that movie stars shouldn’t appear on reality TV or game shows unless it’s Matchgame ’79. After watching the film, I got the feeling Deschanel’s bitch character probably wasn’t too far from her real-life persona. But I’m probably wrong, I’ll never know. The movie will forever dash any goodwill she earned from Elf.

It should be a red flag whenever a movie uses indie songs. It’s as if the producers are making a desperate stab at attracting a “younger demographic” or is reaching for much-needed “indie cred” — something that cannot exist in Hollywood films, even those from so-called “independent studios.” Real indie productions can’t afford the publishing rights to good indie songs.

Zach Braff’s Garden State for example, has a good soundtrack (The Shins, Iron and Wine, Nick Drake), but it’s a horrible film. Juno, with a soundtrack that features Kimya Dawson/Moldy Peaches, Sonic Youth, Belle & Sebastian, is pretty bad (though I’m the only one in America who thought so).

From this year, there was Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist, a movie I could never bring myself to see or even Netflix after watching its embarrassing trailer featuring lovable nerd Michael Cera (of Superbad fame). The movie has songs by Vampire Weekend, Army Navy, We Are Scientists and creepy Devendra Banhart. Still, it wasn’t enough to get me to see it.

From ’09, Sam Mendes film Away We Go with John Krasinski and Maya Rudolph used a handful of pretty songs by Alexi Murdoch along with tracks by The Stranglers and Velvet Underground. It was one of the worst movies I’ve ever seen. Also from last year, the insipid Adventureland (with tracks by Husker Du and Replacements), and the cloying, disappointing Where the Wild Things Are, which featured Karen O and her Yeah Yeah Yeah band mates.

Then there was Fantastic Mr. Fox, with songs by Pulp’s Jarvis Cocker as well as some well-chosen tunes by Burl Ives and The Rolling Stones woven into a score by Alexandre Desplat. What director Wes Anderson does with the fantastic Fantastic Mr. Fox is what he does with all his films — he makes the songs an integral part of the film. The Royal Tenenbaums, one of my all-time favorites, has a soundtrack that perfectly complements its content, with songs by Elliott Smith and a lot of very un-indie bands like Nico, The Velvet Underground, The Clash, The Rolling Stones and The Ramones. From Rushmore to The Darjeeling Limited to the reinvention of Bowie in The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou, Anderson remembers old songs that we’ve forgotten and reminds us how good they are.

In fact, masters like Scorsese, Lynch and Tarantino forego modern indie music for classics that emphasize the film’s period and mood. For better or worse, Paul Thomas Anderson used a handful of Supertramp songs for the soundtrack to 1999 epic heartbreaker Magnolia while reintroducing Aimee Mann, someone I had forgotten about since her ‘Til Tuesday years. She is now one of my favorite singer/songwriters, though I don’t know if she’ll ever match the work heard in that movie, which was hands-down one of the best uses of soundtrack material since Harold and Maude.

Any list like this also has to include Cameron Crowe, whose use of Peter Gabriel’s “In Your Eyes” in Say Anything is iconic, along with his grunge-infused sound track to 1992’s Singles. All of which was dashed by Almost Famous, a movie I loathe thanks to the painfully embarrassing use of Elton John’s “Tiny Dancer.” Thank you, Goldie Hawn’s daughter, for ruining that song for all eternity.

Perhaps my favorite soundtrack-loving director is Jonathan Demme. His soundtracks to both Something Wild (New Order, Steve Jones, Sonny Okosun) and Married to the Mob (Q. Lazzarus, The Feelies, Brian Eno) are as cool — or cooler — than the films themselves. And since were going back to the ’80s, I’ve got to mention Valley Girl, the 1983 Nicolas Cage vehicle that introduced an unsuspecting world to The Plimsouls, The Payolas, Sparks, The Psychedelic Furs and Modern English.

Which brings us back to the Oscars. In the end, the best soundtracks are in films where the music not only is part of the story line, it is the story line. Examples include 2006’s Once, and from this past year, Crazy Heart, a soundtrack with songs by T-Bone Burnett, Ryan Bingham and the late Stephen Bruton whose performance will win Jeff Bridges his first Oscar.

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Tonight at The Waiting Room it’s Laura Veirs with Seattle band Cataldo and Portland’s The Old Believers. Veirs, who used to be on Nonesuch, released her last album, July Flame, on her own Raven Marching Band Records. Her music will appeal to fans of Suzanne Vega, Azure Ray, St. Vincent and Neko Case, among others. Very pretty stuff and well worth the $10 cover. Show starts at 9.

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Checking his website, Wildsmith has no upcoming shows scheduled. None. Odd, considering that he just released a new album.

Column 260: A Serious Man
Live Review: Tim Wildsmith

I got a text from Whipkey at 10:30 last Friday night telling me Tim Wildsmith began his set 20 minutes ago. This was a CD release show. He was the headliner. He started at 10. I was told he wanted to play early because he had a lot of friends and family in the audience that don’t like to stay out late. Fine. Not so great for the traveling band, Charn, who had come all the way from Minneapolis. Anyone who knows anything about Omaha music crowds knew what was going to happen to Charn. But we’ll get to that.

So, I missed the first half-hour of Wildsmith and his band, The Lost Cause, but still got about 45 minutes’ worth since he played a long set with a long encore. This was the first time I’ve seen these guys, and my first impression was that they’re a tight, talented band that plays middle-of-the-road, mid-tempo suburban “Adult Alt” music.

There was a time when “alt” meant alternative. These days, alt is a catch-all phrase that radio programmers use for non-traditional (non-classic) rock that’s approachable enough for the general public to grasp; music that has key familiarity aspects that people who casually listen to music will recognize and be comfortable hearing in their cars. It’s the kind of music by bands like The Fray and Snow Patrol that winds up on television shows like Grey’s Anatomy or programs on the old WB. In other words, it has the potential to be hugely popular with a large audience — a much, much larger audience than listens to indie music.

But beyond being safe, the primary characteristic of Wildsmith’s music to me was its insistence on being taken seriously. This is earnest stuff, and Wildsmith said at least a couple times from stage that “writing music is his therapy.” So instead of just enjoying it, you feel like you have to acknowledge its importance, at least to Wildsmith and his fans. If you, for example, were to dislike a song like “Recovery,” off his new album, you also are disliking Wildsmith as a person and whatever he went through or is going through or will go through.

Should an artist be penalized for taking himself that seriously? No, probably not. It certainly didn’t hurt a band like ’90s alt-rock act Live, a band that I’ve loathed from the first time I’ve heard one of their songs, years before their placenta fell to the floor. Live always sounded like it was trying to manufacture drama for an audience that also takes itself too seriously.

Well, Wildsmith isn’t Live. He’s got an enormous, loving fan base made up of great people, and I know this because the first time I heard of him was from a great person who said, “You should check out Tim Wildsmith’s music. He’s the nicest guy in the world.” Yeah, I said, but is his music any good? Her response: “He’s a great guy.”

That’s too much analysis for only hearing 2/3rds of one performance. To be fair, I’m listening to some of the tracks on his Myspace page as I write this. It’s nice. It’s catchy. It’s just not the kind of music that I usually listen to or write about. As Dave Sink used to say when asked his opinion about a band that he didn’t care for (and toward the end of his days at The Antiquarium record store, that was most new bands), “It’s not my cup of tea.”

Anyway… Before leaving the stage, during his encore, Wildsmith beseeched the crowd to stick around for one of his favorite bands, Charn from Minneapolis. He said it a few times, actually, but I knew it wouldn’t matter. And sure enough, by the time Charn got to its second song, the crowd of 200 or so dwindled to 20 people dancing in front of the stage while a few dozen others focused on Women’s Olympic Curling being broadcast on the Waiting Room’s plasma screen network. In other words, Charn got “Omaha’d” in the most classic sense of the word.

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Continuing the wave of Cursive news, KC’s Pitch has a nice, long feature on Cursive that just hit the Intergoogle yesterday. Tim Kasher talks about some of the reasons behind his not-so-recent move from LA to Montana. One of the more interesting quotes from the story is in this paragraph:

Omaha’s tightknit music scene blew up like a mini Seattle in the early part of the last decade as bands on the Saddle Creek record label blossomed into critical darlings. “Saddle Creek: That really came and went,” Kasher says. “A lot was really happening for, like, five minutes.” He laughs and continues: “It seems like I came out of it pretty well. I have a tendency to dismantle the machinery if things are going too well, so working on a lower, steadier profile with more of a cultish group of music fans is a healthier place for me to live.”

Came and went? I think ol’ Saddle Creek is still open for business. The label even has another showcase this year at SXSW…

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Tonight at O’Leaver’s, it’s Reagan Roeder’s project, Hubble. The line-up recently changed as keyboard player Annie Dilocker no longer is in the band (she’s in Digital Leather these days). Also on the bill is Winston Audio and Sam Martin (Capgun Coup) and Sean Pratt. $5, 9:30 p.m. Turn off the Curling and come on down.

BTW, I’ll be updating the site early tomorrow morning with an interview with Talking Mountain. Their CD release show is tomorrow night at Slowdown Jr., and it’s absolutely free.

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Which of these are “must haves”? Ted Leo/Pharmacists, Shearwater, Beach House and Japanther. I like the Yeasayer CD a bit more than Vampire Weekend disc, but really, they’re basically the same idea. Thanks to Webboard member JOC for the idea for the column lead; you can read the whole Midgett essay here.

Column 259: Quarterly Report
A glance at 1Q’10 releases.

Tim Midgett of seminal ’90s Chicago rock band Silkworm (now, unfortunately, no longer a band) said in a frighteningly insightful essay about music criticism that critics should listen to every album five times before putting their thoughts to electronic paper. And while I generally agree with Midgett, you don’t need to take five bites out of a turd to realize that you’re eating a piece of shit. On the other hand, a really good album could take five times that long to really understand, and then you still may not “get it.” With that in mind, the following aren’t CD reviews as much as casual impressions after listening to these albums in shuffle mode for the past few weeks. The bottom line: Very few will leave a bad taste in your mouth.

Ted Leo and The Pharmacists, The Brutalist Bricks (Matador, out March 9) — Remember the first time you heard My Aim Is True? You thought you finally found a new rock album that was cool (It was 1977, after all. Wait a minute, that was 10 years before you were born?). And then Elvis Costello began to pander to his inner poet and become all wordy and that was the end it. Well, Ted Leo picked up the ball sometime around 2001 and started running and never looked back. Yes, this is hyperbole, and no, TL sounds nothing like EC. BTW, “Bottled in Cork,” and “One Polaroid a Day” already are the best songs of the year. Start counting the days until March 9.

Yeasayer, Odd Blood (Secretly Canadian) — With its weird noises, stuttering rhythms and gaggle of production tricks, this is the Avatar of indie rock, thanks to Chris Keatings’ wholesome croon that drains away any and all of the recording’s subversive-ness. Playful as Vampire Weekend and more interesting (most of the time), and just as mindless (and in this economy, who wants to think anymore?).

Spoon, Transference (Merge) — The guy in the corner of the pool furiously treading water is frontman Britt Daniel, who after six albums in 14 years is just trying to keep his poorly combed hair from getting wet. Do you really need this if you already have one of his last four albums? Probably not, but in an era when indie rock keeps getting younger and cuter, it’s nice to hear something that the teenagers rocking out to MGMT (or vegging out to Animal Collective) won’t understand for a few more years.

Shearwater, The Golden Archipelago (Matador) — Sure, it’s dreamy and atmospheric (as per usual) and head mewer Jonathon Meiburg still sings like he’s trying to coax a camel to sleep, but there’s more drama here than on any of their past albums. And when they get all heroic up in your face, like on standout “Castaways,” you’ll fondly recall John Denver singing “Aye Calypso!”

Sade, Soldier of Love (Epic) — The undisputed queen of loungecore is back after an unexplained 10-year absence (Somehow, we persevered). Same midnight beats, same sultry voice, same pleasant yet forgettable melodies. Get the album before you hear these songs while pushing a shopping cart or staring at ceiling tiles at your dentist office.

F_cked Up, Couple Tracks (Matador) — This singles comp contains selections recorded from 2002 to 2008 that border on goon rock but with indie cred thanks to its Matador pedigree. Included here only so the garage band guys and the folks down at The Hole don’t think I’m a total pussy.

Los Campesinos!, Romance Is Boring (Arts & Crafts) — You can almost see their angry, Walesian snarls through the (oh-so-carefully applied) dirt on their faces. You appreciate the new, slick production, but you can’t help but want it raw and ugly in a way they could never pull off (at least not now). “Nicer” than their last one, and that’s not a compliment.

Beach House, Teen Dream (Sub Pop) — A friend of mine compared them to Al Stewart (Come on, you remember “Year of the Cat”). But for all I know, she was joking (or as drunk as everyone else at O’Leaver’s that night). This is real underwater dream machine music (sorry Mr. Vovk) that’s as appealing as rolling up in your favorite snuggie with your dog (or significant other) asleep on your lap, too afraid to move for fear you’ll wake them up. And now you have to go to the bathroom.

Four Tet, There Is Love In You (Domino) — Like all “electronica,” (or for that matter, like all instrumental-only albums) it can become somewhat tedious after the novelty of the first 30 seconds of each song wears off. OK, I get it. Next. Unless, of course, you’re dancing with 100 people at 3 a.m. in someone’s funkily-lit downtown loft. And you’re drunk. Like that’s going to happen at my age…

Basia Bulat, Heart Of My Own (Rough Trade) — Imagine Tracy Chapman hugging an autoharp while fronting a fiddle-driven hayrack ride of a band emoting shades of The Green Isle by way of Toronto and you’re halfway there. With the Dixie Chicks on hiatus, Bulat is the next in line.

Japanther, Rock ‘N Roll Ice Cream (Menlo Park) — Chock full o’ the cool songs that your pals will include on their next mix CDs (Do people still make mix CDs?). Sure, some of the songs sound like an amateur improv sketch, but that’s half the fun.

Vampire Weekend, Contra (XL) — The most hyped album of 2010 and it’s only February, which makes you want to hate it even more. Despite that inner contempt, you can’t help but smile when you hear their Graceland-ripped melodies, the blue-light keyboard bounce, the hyper-kinetic beat and the silly-love-song lyrics. Utter cuteness wins again

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Yes I know I’m overselling The Hole by even mentioning The Cog Factory, and no it has nothing to do with my 2010 predictions (which so far have been uncanny). While its success or failure will depend solely on the folks running it, maybe just as important is the booking. I talked to one local garage rock musician about The Hole this weekend and he said he’s waiting for a band outside of the skatepunk/hardcore genre to perform there before he checks it out. The fact is The Cog booked a diverse collection of bands including quite a few nationals that would go on to become some of the most important bands of that era. Will Black Heart be able to do the same thing? Time will tell, though a glance at their calendar indicates The Hole’s initial focus is squarely on punk and little else. That said, Mr. Wright told me Saturday that he’s already been approached by some of the area’s non-punk musicians (including local bluesman Matt Cox) about playing at the all-ages club. If that happens, and if The Hole becomes an option for touring bands looking for a place to play an early set for an all-ages crowd (without having to deal with Omaha’s archaic permission-slip restrictions), comparisons to The Cog may not be so far-fetched.

Column 258: Long Live The Hole
The all-ages club closes, then reopens.

This story of the death and rebirth of an all-ages music venue (in 24 hours) begins with me being chastised by show promoter Lucas Wright.

He’d read my annual “Predictions” column and took offense to the part where I said no young local promoter had stepped up in ’09 to give One Percent Productions a run for its money. “You couldn’t be more off base,” Wright ranted. “I think you may be just unaware what’s been going on in some circles of music in Omaha. I know I don’t own my own venue and book HUGE national touring acts very often, but there’s still a LOT going on in underground music that you have no idea about, Tim.”

Of that, I had no doubt. Wright sent along a list of shows he’d put together under the moniker Black Heart Booking — a long list, made up of such local high-flyers as Ladyfinger, UUVVWWZ, It’s True, Simon Joyner and The Stay Awake; national bands such as The Have Nots (Boston), Theodore (St. Louis) and Dozal Brothers (Texas), and venues including Slowdown, The 49’r, The Sydney, The Barley St. and, most of all, The Hole.

I’d been hearing about The Hole, which I was told was in the basement of the Convicted Skateboards shop at 715 So. 16th St. The all-ages venue was where Wright had been focusing his attention for the past few months. So I figured I’d kill two birds with one stone — get Wright’s story and also check out this new all-ages club.

When I arrived at Convicted, Wright led me downstairs to The Hole. It was pretty much what I expected — a drab, low-ceiling cinderblock basement with a mattress wrapped around one of the support poles. Pieces of skateboard ramp were littered along the concrete floor. But something was wrong. Where was the stage?

Wright told me that just the day before, Convicted’s landlord showed up for a surprise inspection, unaware that shows were being held in the basement. And that, as they say, was that. Regardless of the landlord visit, it was only a matter of time until someone would have put a stop to it. While local police had checked out shows and let them go on, one visit from a fire marshal would have shut them down. The public entrance to The Hole was an unmarked 3-foot-high door in the side of wall. The single bathroom was a plywood stall with a toilet bolted to the floor. You get the picture.

But despite the spartan conditions, The Hole had quickly earned a reputation as a place where youth could enjoy their music and skateboard without being hassled. Yes, it was a basement, but it was their basement.

The day The Hole ended, Convicted owner Anna Diederich, who runs the shop with husband Donny (Double D), needed to find another venue for a show booked at The Hole that very night. She remembered that shortly after Convicted opened, she had met Cindy Sechser, the owner of the long-closed Diamond Bar located right across the street. Sechser had told Donny she was looking for someone to do something with the old bar.

“Donny was out of town when all this went down,” Anna said, “So I called Cindy and told her what had happened.” And so The Diamond became The Hole.

That Saturday afternoon a small team of teenagers was busy inside the old bar building a stage under the direction of Cordial Spew frontman Jay Bacon. The night’s show was scheduled to begin in just a few hours. Power and audio cables already had been fished from the PA — brought over from the old Hole — to the soundboard in the back of the room. Old furniture and other dusty junk still needed to be cleared out.

The new Hole appears to have a lot going for it. It has a similar layout as The Barley St. Tavern — a long barroom next to a separate stage room. There’s one functioning bathroom and room for a second that needs repair. The building is a stone’s throw from Douglas County Corrections, which means there will be plenty of cops keeping an eye on things. There’s also parking across the street in Convicted’s lot (as well as on-street parking). Best of all, the club is rent-free. Money from the door is split between the landlord, Convicted, Black Heart Booking and the bands.

“Technically, The Hole is run by Donny and me, but it’s more of a collective,” Anna said. “We have meetings every week and agreements on the way things are run. Everyone pitches in. Donny’s cousin, Leonard, is the door guy. Jay (Bacon) does sound, and either Donny or I are at every show — we lock up and patrol.”

Could The Hole become a modern-day Cog Factory? Only time will tell. “When the kids refer to The Hole or the skateboard shop, they say it’s their place,” Anna said. “They put their sweat into it and help out in all kinds of ways. I just like watching them enjoy themselves and have a good time.”

Wright has shows booked at The Hole through July. You can check out the schedule at myspace.com/theholeomaha. Most shows start at 7 p.m. and end by a parent-friendly 11 p.m. The club has strict no drinking/no drugs rules that Wright said are stringently enforced. There’s also a no-pretention rule.

“The other night, we heard one kid tell another that he ‘wasn’t punk enough’ to be there,” Wright said. “We quickly put an end to that. That’s not what this place is about.”

So while Black Heart Booking will continue, Wright says The Hole is his labor of love. “I’m in this for the long run,” he said. “I want my kids to go to shows there some day.”

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Tomorrow: Weatherbox

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This week’s column is a look back on Sunday’s Grammys — three-plus hours of my life that I’ll never get back…

Column 257: Child’s Play
The Grammys get younger…

Oh my, The Grammys. There was a time when they meant something to me. But that was a long time ago, back when I was working at K Mart and sneaking (underage) into The Depot in Council Bluffs. Back when bands like The Police and Michael Jackson dominated the awards. All these years have led up to last Sunday night’s Grammys, where I realized, to my chagrin, that I didn’t know most of the acts that were nominated (and I bet you didn’t, either).

Had I finally become what I’ve always dreaded becoming: An adult who doesn’t like music; an old fuddy-duddy who’s “out of touch”?

I contemplated this unfortunate fate as the Black Eyed Peas — a band that does little more than bleep out meaningless five-word phrases followed by “Yeah!” on top of aerobics soundtracks — received yet another award for best something or other for a song that we won’t remember a year from now. And than it occurred to me that I haven’t stopped liking music, I stopped liking popular music.

“Pop music” has always been the stuff that appeals to the great unwashed masses. But these days, those masses are comprised mostly of 15 to 19 year olds, the majority of the population that still buys new music, preferably online or at Wal Mart. It’s these consumers of the mass bile that, in the next five to 10 years, no longer will listen to music at all. That pleasure will have been replaced with watching television, listening to talk radio and following sports when they’re not keeping an eye on their kids.

Yeah, most people “grow out of” music, or more accurately, they grow out of the shitty kind of music that the mass media seem to embrace. They certainly lose the ability to listen to new music, forever lost in the soundtrack of their adolescent years.

I contemplated that unfortunate fate while shopping at Homer’s Saturday afternoon, where I picked up new CDs by Spoon (just okay) and Los Campesinos! (amazing). A few years ago, Homer’s end caps would have been filled with only the most mainstream, commercial-appealing fluff — i.e., what’s heard on the radio. These days, those end caps are stocked with CDs that you won’t hear on the FM, lazily categorized as “indie music” (that Spoon album, for example, released on indie label Merge Records, was listed as Homer’s No. 1 best seller).

Now out front, Homer’s “indie section” used to be a few feet of shelf space in the back, dedicated to bands whose music and lyrics were more challenging, more personal, and consistently better than whatever won the top prizes at The Grammys, but that rarely sold as many CDs throughout their lifetime as a Black Eyed Peas album sells in a single day.

Anyway, my conclusion: When it comes to pop music, I haven’t grown older, the music has grown younger, and dumber and more youth-oriented than it ever was when I was “their age.”

There was very little no adult content at The Grammy’s this year, unless you count the adult language used in the hip-hop medley. Watching the telecast was like watching The Nickelodeon Awards or some other kids’ show. The fact that powder-perfect Barbie Doll Taylor Swift, whose off-pitch voice sounds like she’s struggling through puberty, could be honored with the “Album of the Year” was amusing since her music could only appeal to girls in their late teens, and their parents who have to put up with it. It’s kind of like giving an Oscar to a Twilight movie, while “Tetro” goes ignored.

Pop music has once again been defined as being kid’s stuff. So what else is new?

But imagine this: A Grammy Awards broadcast that opens with Yo La Tengo performing alongside Beck, where Brother Ali and Atmosphere do a medley with Ludacris; where The xx and Phoenix front a huge production number with Lady Gaga and Depeche Mode, where Annie Clark sings a duet with Antony Hegarty and Kris Kristofferson, where Mastodon humbles Metallica, where Mogwai performs with the San Francisco Symphony, where Wilco shares a tune with George Strait. And where the winners’ music will be remembered 10, 20, 30 years from now, let alone next year.

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One local guy watching The Grammys last Sunday had some skin in the game. Arguably the area’s most talented mastering engineer, Doug Van Sloun, watched as Rhonda Vincent’s Destination Life, released last June on Rounder, was up for Best Bluegrass Album. Doug mastered the record, his first project to be nominated for a Grammy. Alas, the award went to comedian Steve Martin (yes, the arrow-through-the-head guy) and his album The Crow / New Songs for the Five-String Banjo, which shouldn’t be a surprise since Martin performed songs off the album on just about every late-night talk show. Still. It’s honor just to be nominated, right Doug?

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Now for something completely different: Next week, the star city celebrates its best and brightest at Lincoln Exposed 2010. The event, which is held at Duffy’s, The Bourbon Theater and The Zoo Bar, runs from Feb. 10-14 and features 60 performances from some of Lincoln’s finest musicians including Charlie Burton, The Machete Archive, Darren Keen/The Show Is the Rainbow, Triggertown, Ember Schrag, Her Flywaway Manner, Mercy Rule, The Mezcal Brothers and Pharmacy Spirits. Your $6 per night gets you into all three venues. For a full schedule, search for “Lincoln Exposed 2010” in Facebook.

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The following column was written last week. I’m feeling much better now, thanks for asking.

Column 255: The Letting Go
Jay Reatard and the 49’r

I write this at 4 a.m. coming off Percocet and poor sleep after crossing a hill of agony that was abdominal surgery last week.

Three stories burned with controversy in the haze of my midweek absence. First there was Haiti. But that was simply too big to put my feeble mind around. Then there was The Tonight Show Controversy — Conan O’Brien being laid to rest in the path of a greedy Jay Leno. In the end, who cared? Both would wind up at 10:30 somewhere.

Then there was The 49’r Situation.

There actually were four stories that happened during my sleep. Jay Reatard died somewhere in Memphis. His death was one of the first things I tweeted about after surgery; I felt I needed to since no one was talking about it on the intergoogle. Reatard, who recorded on Matador but has roots in Memphis labels like Goner and In the Red was a fresh new hope for rock ‘n’ roll, a guy who embraced the simpler style of garage rock; his noisy, shambolic sound somehow made everything new again.

In his wake he pulled along a lot of people, including local folks like Box Elders and Digital Leather and Brimstone Howl and The Shanks. I thought his death was maybe a hoax — from stories I heard about the guy, it sounded like something Reatard would do. But there is no hoaxing The New York Times, who, in his obituary, called Reatard, real name Jimmy Lee Lindsey, Jr., “a Force in Punk Rock,” dead at age 29.

For some reason I thought Reatard’s death would spur some sort of Kurt Cobain outcry in the art/music world until I remembered that no one really knew who he was. Let that be a lesson to all of you local rockers who have made a mark (of sorts) nationally. Who will talk about you after you’re gone?

Certainly the people who went to — and go to — The 49’r don’t know who Jay was. Reatard was more of a Brothers Lounge or O’Leaver’s sort of guy, though I think he would have liked The 49’r, too.

The bar’s demise became public early last week on Facebook via The 49’r Facebook Page (of course), where someone (no one really knows who runs those “fan pages”) posted the message: “The rumors you’re hearing are true. The 49’r, and surrounding property, has been bought to make way for a CVS Pharmacy. Our doors will close, permanently, next January. Please make this next year the best year the 49’r has ever had.”

It was met with an immediate outcry heard low and long over the Internet. Close the Niner? It simply cannot be! It’s an Omaha music landmark. Hell, it’s a national landmark that has acted as a cornerstone of the Dundee neighborhood!

One fan of the Niner, musician Greg Loftis currently of Montana, Facebooked me asking if its demolition could be stopped. Like a doctor telling a parent that his child has passed, I told him that I thought there was nothing anyone could do. I added that, ironically, it was The 49’r where I had first met Loftis so, so many years ago.

“Yes it was…and yes we did. lllooonnng time ago,” Loftis replied. “That is where I learned everything I know about music, learned the rules of seedy underground behavior, made almost every friend I have in Omaha (and some that were just passing through)… I loved that place. I remember the old days (before they took out the juke box and when Dana was in charge) when you could walk down the steps in the afternoon on a summer Monday (when the music kids hung out there), a beer would already be waiting, Landon would ask for a shot (he was 19) Marq would be on the desk computer researching right wing politics and Prince, Kasher would tell you about this new record, The Ugly Organ, he was working on, Bob Thornton would be drinking vodka and explaining to someone why he was smarter than them, Kyle Harvey was losing money working there because he was buying too many drinks… everybody knew everybody and if someone showed up we didn’t know they got drunk for free… I once went 47 straight matches undefeated in shuffle board… it was the reason it took Greg Edds like 7 yrs to get out of college, Minturn fell off the roof into the dumpster, I fell off the roof and missed the dumpster, the tattoo shop guys would scare away any frat boys that wanted to come in… Mindy welcomed me to Omaha the first night…Christ that was amazing (get your mind out of the gutter)… I could go on for weeks… this is very sad…the place had changed but I always held out hope it would return to it’s glory days… I never dreamed it would close its doors.”

Now a new Facebook page has launched, titled “Save The 49’r.” Something tells me that the person behind it hasn’t talked to owner Mark Samuelson, who will likely see a nice payday for his property, a property that he’s owned and operated and poured money into for a long time.

In the end, it’s just a bar, like a thousand other bars in Omaha. It just happens to have sat at an epicenter where so much was going on around it. The Niner’s glory days from a music standpoint were a long time ago. And while it still hosts bands on weekends, it’s nothing like it used to be.

No, we don’t need another pharmacy. There is one literally a block away from the Niner right now. But what realistically can be done to stop it? Have the building declared a “national landmark” so it can sit empty and be another blight on Dodge St.? Convince Samuelson to not sell it? Why shouldn’t he?

I say, take this final year and enjoy it, remember it, then let it go. In the end, it was just a bar. It wasn’t a person.

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It’s True has received an official invitation to the South By Southwest Festival in March. This is looking to be a strong year for Nebraska band participation in Austin. In addition, It’s True announced that a split 7-inch with Lawrence band Cowboy Indian Bear is being released on Kansas City label The Record Machine. The Nebraska release shows for this vinyl-only outing are Feb. 5 at Duffy’s and Feb. 6 at The Waiting Room with Cowboy Indian Bear and Eagle Seagull. That’s not all — the band also said that it secured The Waiting Room on April 30 for a release show for their debut full length. They don’t mention who is putting it out, however…

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Beep Beep is having its last show ever tonight at Duffy’s. It seems like only yesterday (instead of more than six years ago) that I was interviewing the band for this feature story. And now… gone. Something tells me we haven’t heard the last of Eric Bemberger. Playing with Beep Beep tonight is The Machete Archive and Pharmacy Spirits.

Also tonight, The Lepers are playing a set at The Barley St. Tavern. $5, 9 p.m.

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And hey, did anyone else notice that Monotonix has been scheduled to play at O’Leaver’s on April 19?

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Tomorrow: A look inside the remodeled Waiting Room.

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A final word on my music predictions as we move forward into 2010: People love them, which is yet another reason why I stretch them out over three columns. For those of you who prefer the compendium version (all three parts together in one friggin’ huge article), it’s online here.

Column 254: Predictions Pt. 3: The Lightning Round
Music Visions of 2010

Do we really need three weeks of music “predictions”? I’m afraid the answer is yes. I used to knock this out in one 2,500-word article, but The Reader doesn’t budget space for that sort of thing anymore unless you write horoscopes, so here we are. If you’re coming in late, Pt.1 was a review of my 2009 predictions. Pt. 2 was predictions based on the theme for 2010: Survival in the Time of Music Industry Cholera. And now, onto the “lightning round”:

— Consider it a raising of the white flag — a well-known mainstream band will give away the digital download of its next album. You’ll simply have to log into the band’s website and voila, the files will be transferred to your computer and/or iPod. Though the download will be free, you’ll still have to pay for the CD version and the limited edition vinyl (as well as the tickets to see the band on tour).

— Despite the fact that only old people buy music these days, a new kind of record store will open this year that specializes in just that: Records. This small, boutique-style music store will boast the area’s largest selection of new vinyl, but also will sell CDs and music-related merch, such as T-shirts, collectibles and other assorted music-related ephemera.

— The success of Susan Boyle proves that it doesn’t matter what you look like or how well you sing, anyone can be the next American Idol. All it takes is YouTube and a crush of publicity. With that in mind, watch as record labels scour the globe (or reality television) for the next Elderly Idol — some unassuming, unemployed fat guy or a recently divorced housewife — anyone with a shred of talent who appeals to aging baby-boomers who still buy CDs.

— Three years ago, it was MySpace. Then it was Facebook and Twitter. This year, look for yet another new social media service that will eclipse both of those fossils. This one will be optimized to allow for easy, instant (and legal) distribution of online music, revolutionizing how musicians and fans access “music content” on portable devices, while also providing yet another way to tell our BFFs (and anyone else) what we had for breakfast.

— Omaha dived into music festivals in a big way last year; with every swinging dick putting together a night of shows and calling it “an event.” This year you’ll see fewer “festivals” in Omaha, with one pushing ahead of the pack. The Maha Festival could finally become the event the organizers dreamed it could be, that is if they get the right line-up. Find out July 24 down at Lewis & Clark Landing.

— Adding to the annual “Youth Concert” and the July 4th weekend county-fair freedom-rock concert, look for a third major concert event in Memorial Park this year featuring a genuine outside-the-box performer.

— DJs Rising: Like other big cities, this year you’ll begin to see DJs spinning at more and more clubs and restaurants in Omaha. Soon all of us will know at least one person who “spins” somewhere in the metro, even if it’s only at Anthony’s.

— Finally, a new all-ages performance space will take hold, becoming this generation’s Cog Factory.

— Who we’ll be talking about this time next year: Arcade Fire, Rolling Stones, Radiohead, Liz Phair, Tim Kasher, Of Montreal, Okkervil River, Bright Eyes, It’s True, Soundgarden, Prince, Pavement, Ritual Device, Beck, MGMT, Bear Country, Modest Mouse, The Wrens and Sufjan Stevens.

— Who we won’t be talking about: Animal Collective, Susan Boyle, Monsters of Folk, Wilco, Cursive, The Faint, Emphatic, Lady Gaga, Black Eyed Peas, Phoenix, Green Day and Vampire Weekend.

— UK musician/dope fiend Peter Doherty (Libertines, Babyshambles, Kate Moss) will finally see his problems resolved once and for all.

— Conor Oberst will break the hearts of thousands of his female (and a few male) fans (I know I said that last year, but it’ll actually happen this time).

— Sick of life on the West Coast and seeing no discernable advantages to living near L.A., a member of a national band we all know will move back to Omaha to be closer to his family.

— A major national musician will come to Omaha to record his/her new album. But he won’t be visiting Mogis’ ARC studios; he’s headed to Enamel.

— Watch out SLAM Omaha, a new local online resource will launch in ’10 that will act as the definitive arts, entertainment and music information hub, featuring news, reviews and schedules, along with another pointless online discussion forum.

— Michael Jackson was only six years old when he debuted as a member of the Jackson Five way back in 1964. This year, watch as another 6-year-old raises the eyebrows (and hearts) of an America still mourning the passing of the King of Pop.

— Back in the day (about 20 years ago) there were a few live music venues located in the midtown/Mutual of Omaha area. Who remembers The Chicago Bar and The Brickhouse? With the development of Midtown Crossing, look for a new live music venue to open among all those restaurants that not only will focus on dance music, but will provide a viable stage for original bands.

— Forget about Saturday Night Live, Conan, Letterman or network television in general. No one’s watching anymore. The next national breakthrough for a local band will come when one of its songs is included on the soundtrack of a major motion picture.

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Before we get to Pt. 2 of the three-part “predictions” columns, a few words of wisdom: There’s nothing wrong with making money. I’ve said it before and I’m saying it again. It needed to be said before I sent you onto the column, because there are those out there that think that “making money” is a dirty, selfish thing, especially when it comes to anything associated with art and music. It’s not. There’s nothing wrong with making a living. In fact, there’s nothing wrong with making a lucrative living. So when I say that some bands will begin demanding to get paid to play and that venues will start raising ticket prices, the comments aren’t “negative” or made out of spite. Commerce is essential for art to exist.

Bands, if you value the music you’re making, then you should demand to get paid for it (unless music is merely your hobby). Venue owners, if you feel a band’s music can help you make money, you have the option to pay the bands to get them to perform on your stage.

Conversely, if a band feels that its music is worthless, then by all means, play for free. Venue-owners, if you feel a band’s music can not draw people into your establishment and/or make you money, then by all means, don’t pay them to play on your stage (or, if you like, charge them).

But, if a venue owner is unwilling to pay a band that can draw a crowd, it’s the band’s perogative to refuse the gig. No one is holding a gun up to anyone’s heads.

Column 253: Visions of 2010, Pt. 2
Sage music predictions of the year to come…

The biggest change of 2010 will be in how bands and musicians react to the continued demise of the music industry. Dreams of living off CD sales have become just that — merely dreams with no bearing in reality. And that means everyone — including the local high fliers — have to figure out ways to better leverage their performance income.

So, Prediction No. 1: In 2010, local bands will become more insistent than ever about getting paid for gigs, and it’s a long time coming. While the army of hobbyist ensembles who are “just happy to be able to perform on a stage” will continue to roll over and lick their nuts for any venue owner willing to put a microphone in front of their mouths, the real bands and performers who have invested long hours and lots of dollars on the road and in the studio no longer will be willing to “suck it up” and play for free or for next to nothing so that the clubs have something to draw people through their doors to buy their booze. With fans no longer buying their CDs, bands will have little choice but to insist on getting paid to play if they want some sort of income for hanging their asses out on stage every night.

Prediction No. 2: As a result of venues (both locally and around the country) being unwilling to knuckle down to those demands from unproven acts, the number of local bands will begin to dwindle. Many long-time stalwarts of the scene that have been struggling to break through the waves will finally realize that it just isn’t worth it, and that maybe it’s time to get on with the rest of their lives.

Prediction No. 3: The serious touring indie bands that can draw hundreds to their shows also are seeing their CD sales dwindle to almost nothing. As a result they will either charge venues higher guarantees or bypass towns like Omaha altogether, assuming that not enough people will show up at their gigs to make it worth their while.

Prediction No. 4: Being forced to actually pay the “good” local bands and pay higher guarantees to touring acts will put more strain on venue owners who have been trying to eke out a profit during these tough economic times. As a result, the number of live music venues will continue to dwindle all over the country, including in Omaha, where the serious options will boil down to The Slowdown and The Waiting Room.

Prediction No. 5: Despite having fewer venues, there still will be plenty of good, young, unproven touring bands looking for a place to play. This will spawn an increase in “alternative venues” like we saw in the ’90s, when social halls and what were essentially practice spaces became options for one-off shows. You’ll also see a rebirth of a serious house-show circuit.

Prediction No. 6: Ticket prices will continue to rise at local club shows. If the $7 ticket became the new $5 ticket three years ago, the $9-$10 ticket will become the new $7 ticket. And $20 to $25 ticket prices for the next-tier acts will become commonplace. Considering what it costs to see a movie these days, $10 is a value for a night’s worth of original live music. Besides, someone has to pay those higher guarantees.

Prediction No. 7: Ultimately, there will be fewer indie shows booked in Omaha next year, but they will be better shows.

Prediction No. 8: Conversely, ticket prices for huge national touring acts at arenas like the Qwest Center will actually go down, driven both by the economy and the bands’ desire to get butts in seats so they can peddle their $100 T-shirts and other assorted non-CD-related merch.

So, to summarize: there will be fewer bands overall, and all of them will be trying to get paid more to play in fewer clubs that will be booking fewer shows but with better national bands playing at a higher ticket price.

Extend that beyond the clubs and you’ll see fewer record labels with fewer bands recording fewer albums. But despite that, I still think local recording studios will be just fine, even though cheap, high-quality home-studio options are more available than ever. There always will be someone willing to invest in serious recording, understanding that it’s the price of admission if they want to get to the next level (whether that level exists or not).

Overall, the slow demise of the music industry will continue to impact every community in the country just as it impacts ours. But there is a wildcard that could change everything in a heartbeat.

All it takes is another Conor to break through. Because every scene needs a prophet to lead it; someone to give musicians’ hope that it could happen to them, too. Well, it’s been about a decade since any Omaha band has broken through the way the core Saddle Creek bands — Bright Eyes, The Faint and Cursive — broke through nationally, and people are beginning to give up hope that it’ll ever happen again.

If in 2010 another music prophet emerges from the Omaha music scene and becomes a national focal point, everything will change, for the better. Prediction No. 9: It’s going to happen. But who will it be?

Next week, the final chapter: Predictions Pt. 3 — The Lightning Round.

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No shows tonight. Again. Ah, but there’s something going on tomorrow, if we’re not trapped in our homes…

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