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Sunday, July 12, 2009 
Light and Hitch Old-Time String Band
The Flat Iron String Band
Old-Time Herald Review, Vol. 11, Number 10
April - May 2009


For many years now, recordings of old-time music have diverged sharply between field recordings and studio recordings, separated by what has seemed like an unavoidable trade-off between energy of the performance and the sound quality of the record.  We all have our favorites of both - the stack of studio-produced albums that we seem to return to again and again, and then the piles of warbly cassettes and, more recently, terabytes' worth of MP3's that miraculously capture a really hot session at a festival somewhere, but also footsteps in a nearby gravel patch, the clink of bottles, four people having an animated discussion not far away, and the swooping growl of someone starting a car.  The studio albums can be clean and beautiful in a way that field recordings never can be, but at the same time, when listening to one, it's sometimes hard to shake the feeling that something has been lost.  Old-time in the studio isn't the same as the music you hear at two in the morning at a festival - the music that seems to be the pulse of something huge and impossible to articulate, but which compels so many of us to drive dozens of hours to mountaintops and fairgrounds to tap into it, for just a few hours, a few days.

And damned if Light and Hitch's self-titled album doesn't catch some of that indefinable energy.  It makes sense that this should be the case:  the members of Light and Hitch - Mary Jane Epps and Aaron Olwell on fiddles, A.D. Norcross on banjo and vocals, Michelle Orozco on banjo uke and vocals, and Joe DeJarnette on bass - found themselves jamming together for a year and a half at festival after festival, and just after Mt. Airy in 2007, they decided to record the sound they were making.  So they drove to DeJarnette's family house, put up their tarps in the yard as if they were still at Mt. Airy, set up their microphones, used a car for a control room, played for three days, and picked the stuff that sounded best.  And the best stuff sounds extraordinary.  "Pretty Polly", paired with "Cuckoo", outdoes Man Alive's version in hypnotic creepiness.  And "The Road to Malvern" is an expression of almost pure joy.  The tune itself, written by Jim Childress, has the bob and weave of an instant standard, but it's propelled by the sound of discovery among the musicians that they are really rocking this thing.  They hold a spark in their hands for almost three and a half minutes that doesn't go out, a spark that more rehearsal would have smothered; we're all lucky that the tape happened to be rolling when they played it.

The Flat Iron String Band's debut album (also self-titled) is a bit more conventional; the band sounds like a band in that arrangements have been worked out and the harmonies are clearer and surer.  But the album still feels like, and was, a live performance, warm and full of energy.  On the fiddle tunes, the band - J.P. Harris on banjo and vocals, Sabra Guzman on guitar, uke, and vocals, and Amanda Kowalski on bass - puts a tough strut underneath fiddler Nick Stillman's sweet and earthy swerve, and the resulting groove bears all the marks of four musicians playing close together, listening hard.  The dark, gorgeous "Clyde's Lost Girl" is a real standout, as is the band's muscular take on "Lightning from the East", which makes that tune's trademark high squeal in the second part not sound gimmicky.  But the band really shines when Harris and Guzman harmonize as well as they do on an energetic version of "Stagolee" and the desperate, dignified ballad "Dying Californian".  Guzman has a classic country voice, Harris a raspy lower tenor, yet they come together with liquid ease.

The Light and Hitch and Flat Iron albums are most remarkable, however, for a shared aesthetic, partly due to the producer they share - Joe Dejarnette (yes, also the bass player on the Light and Hitch record) - who is able, miraculously, to bridge the dived between studio and field recordings.  On both records, the musicians treat the tunes right, but also have the sound of a good studio record:  You can hear clearly what everyone is doing all the time, and the results are warm, vibrant, and true, like what it might sound like if you were lying on the ground at a festival, the musicians in a circle around you, and everything else too far away to hear.

But the aesthetic is also part of a general sensibility that permeates the younger generation of old-time musicians, which happily has multiplied several times over in recent years.  Much of that sensibility is, in a word, punk. It's do-it-yourself and emotionally immediate, concerned as much with the energy behind the tunes as the tunes themselves.  Well-worn standards ("Cider" and "Old Kentucky Whiskey" for Light and Hitch; "Bill Cheatham" and "Sugar in the Gourd" for Flat Iron) lie side by side with more obscure material, unified and enlivened by the musicians' enthusiasm.  Just as punk was both a reaction and return to previous forms, so these records take pages fro their predecessors:  the experimentalists of the 1980's, the folk revivalists, and especially the source material.  And just as punk, to some ears, sounded like what used to be called garage rock, so to my ears do Light and Hitch and Flat Iron sound deeply traditional in the best and most effortless sense:  they've listened a lot to the people who came before them, and they pay respect with every note, but the music is their own.

- Brian Slattery
Friday, July 10, 2009 
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Wednesday, February 11, 2009 

Category: Music

Salt Lake City



Feb 4 – Feb 6
Chilly, Overcast


So, after Las Vegas, we have made our way to Sin City’s polar opposite: SLC, Utah.  What a contrast to experience, but our time there was great.  Very short, but we felt well-received, and folks were excited to have old time music right there in their own backyard, so to speak.


Wednesday House Concert


Feb 4


Upon rolling into the SLC area, we first made a stop into West Jordan, and showered and ate some snacks at Sabra’s dear friend Mary Jo’s house.  It was a nice landing spot before we headed to the house concert that we were to play in SLC at Gillian and Tom’s.

As soon as we got to our hosts’ home, we were made to feel at ease.  While warming up downstairs in their basement, Tom brought us some tasty scotch on ice, and made sure that we had everything we needed.  The house concert was made to be by Sharon, who seems to be an organizing momma for the old-time, bluegrass scene in SLC.  The house concert was a potluck of sorts, and a good crew of folks appeared with plates of cheese, tortilla chips, drinks, pasta dishes, cakes and bread.





We played two sets, and got to meet and greet folks in between playing and after.  It was great to connect with folks on this level, and it made our night that much more intimate.



Thursday Square Dance


Feb 5


For Thursday, Flat Iron got to hang around Bueno Ave and the university’s campus.  Our dear pal Chris Gleason and his wife, as well as their across-the-street neighbors, helped to put up the Flat Iron crew, and this also gave us a chance to just mill about during the day, work on the tour business, and also just lay low for a second.  We ate tasty dumplings at Bid Ed’s, and toured around the campus a bit.

In the evening, we ventured over to Chris’ shop (he’s an amazing furniture maker/installer), where the square dance was to be held.  Rob Snow was our caller for the evening, and we had such a great time working with him.  He kept on thanking us for the tunes, and really knew how to work the crowd.  A good amount of folks showed up, and danced away on the concrete floors.  Outside, there was a big ol’ fire raging, and folks would step outside to cool down and catch up with friends.  A very sweet setting indeed.



The only unfortunate thing was that this was our last night in SLC, and the next morning, early, we had to venture into Colorado for our next string of shows.

But many thanks to Chris, Sharon, Gillian, Tom and Rob for helping to make our time in SLC special and unique!  We cannot wait to be back!





Wednesday, February 04, 2009 

Category: Music




Las Vegas


Jan 31 - Feb 4
Sunny yet Chilly


So, here we are now in Las Vegas.  A bit of a turn in a different direction, on many levels.  But this marks the second leg in our journey, and we are now beginning to head back East.  We still have many weeks ahead, but at least our trajectory is in the right direction that leads us back home.

Las Vegas is where our banjo player's momma lives, and we were able to hole up in her home for a few days, and feel the family love and hospitality, and also got a chance to give Las Vegas its dose of Old Time music.

This first night, we decided to tackle the Strip, and headed down to the corner of Bally's and Bill's Gamblin' Hall & Saloon.  They have these pedestrian bridges that tourists can use to cross over from one casino to the next, so we holed up in a corner, and played away.  It was Saturday night, and folks were out, carrying their hand grenades (drinks that are poured into these very long and thin-necked plastic containers that have a "hand grenade" like vessel on the bottom to hold on the alcohol that tourists can get), and trying to dance to the music that we played.




We don't know what it is about mountain music, and the effect it has on folks, but for some reason, upon hearing our Appalachian tunes, folks feel the urge to start hopping around on their legs in a fashion that reminds us of monkeys or apes in a zoo.  Passerby's then feel the need to grab either their pal or a random stranger and try to enact a do-si with a partner.  All the while, holding their drinks in hand.  And this isn't just Las Vegas specific.  I think it may be universal.


Regardless of our audience's maneuvers, Las Vegas proved to be a fun town to busk in.  We did get shuffled around a lot by sheriffs and building security officers, but everyone gave us cheers, and said they needed more music like us.  I'm not sure if we'll come back to Las Vegas for the busking, or street playing, but maybe we'll find ourselves back there for a show or two.




Day Two of LV


Goodsprings, Nevada

Our one and only show in Las Vegas was a pre-super bowl party at a great, old and western classic bar called the Pioneer Saloon.  It's been around since 1913, and is noted to be the place that Clark Gable came to for a drink after he found out his wife had passed away from a tragic plane crash in 1942. They have a room dedicated to Clark Gable and his wife Carole Lombard, posted with framed pictures, and newspaper clips, etc.  You can check out more information about the saloon at:  http://www.pioneersaloon.info/index.htm

But the show went well, and it was just so fitting to be able to play our music in this old bar.  Dusty old wooden floor planks, big wide old fashioned bar counter with a great big mirror behind it, old patterned tin-metal interior and exterior walls, smoke from cigarettes and dust being highlighted by the afternoon's sun rays.  The clientele is pretty much all locals, with an occasional tourist or two. The locals are these supremely generous and down-to-earth ex-hippy, ex-hell's angels type characters that ride their Harley’s and wear their leather pants.  It kind of reminded us of the scene from Pee Wee's Big Adventure where Pee Wee walks up to an old biker bar, and topples over all of their bikes, yet befriends them by doing a silly Pee Wee dance on top of the bar with huge white platforms and the song "Tequila" playing from a jukebox in the background.

We didn't have to do any silly dances, nor did we topple over any bikes, but we did make new friends.  And again, the comment we've been hearing a lot while out on the road, "We love what y'all are doing!  We need more acoustic roots music like this here!"

We hope to be back to the Pioneer Saloon, even if it's just to share a shot with the gang, and partake in the desert sun.

Here are some pics to peruse from our time there:





Day Three


Las Vegas Strip (Take Two)


We decided to head down for one more night of busking, and see what else Las Vegas would give us.  Our first attempt was near one of the hotels that has a huge "volcano" setting outside of its main lobby entrance.  The volcano, probably every ten minutes or so, has a huge pyro- light show for tourists to stop and gander at.  When the show begins, you start to hear these loud, tribal-esque drums loudly playing from speakers, and water is shot from the moat that surrounds the volcano, and fire is somewhat shot out from the top of the volcano.  This goes on for about three minutes or so, and reached its climax with a big water, fire finale.



We thought it would be a good idea to wait around, and after the show, we would start up tunes, and catch the crowd as they moved along the strip to the next tourist stop.  But, instead, the crowd cleared out in the other direction, and we literally played to ourselves and passing cars.  We laughed it off, and decided to move to another location.

Luckily, the second spot was much more profitable, and we never got hassled by cops nor security guards.  I believe we were right out front Harrah's.  I guess the county doesn't want you playing on their streets, and the casinos don't want you playing on their property. It can be a battle, but we just kept playing the out-of-town card if they came to hassle us.



Busking can be very worthwhile if you can put in the time. We played for a good long while, and ended up making enough for gas, food and some left over cash that went into our pockets.  But, regardless of the dough that might have been made, we were sure happy to know that this was our last night in LV. 

Here's a few more photos of our time in L.V., N.V.:





And now on to Salt Lake City!







Saturday, January 31, 2009 




Los Angeles

Jan 27 - Jan 31st
81 Degrees




Los Angeles...home for Sabra, and a place that the rest of the band has not spent a lot of time in before. The weather was warm and comforting. The
traffic was less than to be desired. The tamales were amazingly delicious and moist and spicy. The folks who came out for the shows were responsive, and participatory, and, by the time we left Echo Park (downtown LA), we were all ready to come back for some more visiting!


To tell our story while in the greater Los Angeles area, we will post photos for you to check out.


#1: The Que Sera/Long Beach

Wednesday Jan 28

Having grown up in Long Beach/Los Alamitos, Sabra was glad to be back home, sharing her musical endeavors with family and old friends.  Her brother, Ben, also plays this old time music in a band called Triple Chicken Foot (www.triplechickenfoot.com).  It was a family night at the Que Sera with both Ben and Sabra's bands, their parents and sibling, aunts and old pals.  This was also a special night because this is where Sabra had played her very first gig in a indie rock band called the Nigels back in 1997 or 1998.  SHe cannot remember.  But it was a great homecoming, indeed.

Here are a few pictures from the night...





Angelo and Nick enjoy a good game of Chess.



Kristen Guzman (Sabra's sister) & Kevin (good long-standing family friend), helping to host a sweet little pre-gig party.



Kelly Marie Martin, guitar/vocal for Triple Chicken Foot and one of our hosts in L.A. for the show/square dance.



Sean Martin, incredible and one of a kind fashonista and friendly host.



Triple Chicken Foot at the Que Sera, Long Beach.



#2:  Los Angeles House Concert

Thursday Jan 29

Silverlake


This was probably one of the more unique "venues" that we have been fortunate enough to play.  Brother Ben and his crew helped to set up this house concert in the Silverlake area of L.A. at a good pal's house (the hair stylist for all of the bicycle homies, or so we've been told). 
Especially with the homemade brew that was made by our MC, Mike Heinle, and Ben, this house concert was just such a treat to be a part of.

The night was perfect, not too chilly (ahem...for L.A. at least), the stars were out (the Santa Ana winds had brought in warm, dry air and cleared out a lot of the smog), and there was a fire pit happening in the middle of where the audience sat, and we got to play just above the listeners. Essentially, we were playing on the grass in the hosts' backyard, but a red circular rug had been laid out for us to play on top of, and the candles lining the concrete wall, along with the fire pit, made for a sweet, intimate warm evening.

Afterwards, a jam commenced with local players.  It's true, there is an old time scene in Los Angeles!  Amanda got to take photos; Sabra got to play bass; Nick got to show us his talent on the ol' big fiddle;  Squash got to reconnect with old friends he didn't even know lived in Los Angeles.

A fun night!




Rock Star parking...only for the Flat Iron Gang!





There is actually a great biking community in L.A.  Check out Bicycle Kitchen for more information. Join the revolution!




Our stage...




The audience's seats...


And tunes afterwards...




Sabra and Amanda having bass/camera fun.



Nick showing us a new side.



Our most fabulous host for the night, Mike of Triple Chicken Foot!




And of course, we had to make a late-night Taco run.  Where does one go to when in Echo Park?


Yummmm...



#3:  Square Dance, Echo Park


Friday Jan 30




Squash and Sabra back to working on filtering waste veggie oil, and cleaning up the truck...



Some how, it turned out to be a nice day.  Not bad when it's warm out (81 degrees) and you've got tamales and tecate with lime, and some good ol' Cajun music blaring out the front of the truck.



Sean helps to prepare for tonight's Square Dance.



Our stage for the evening...



The dancers' stage...












In the end...

Such a great time was had while in Los Angeles. We got to warm up our winter skins, and enjoy being back at a family home.  We cannot wait to be back!


Saturday, January 10, 2009 

Current mood:  relieved
Hey!  We've gotten into Seattle, although many obstacles tried to stop us....

But we are here!

We had to let go of our dance gig (Thanks Tall Boys and Tony Mates for covering for us), but the rest of our Washington stay is on!

Hope to see you guys out at one of these shows, and hope that everyone is warm and dry, and not too affected by these storms.

bust down,

Flat Iron String Band
Wednesday, December 31, 2008 
A New Start....


So, after many agonizing trials with Blogger.com, we have decided to stick with one website for all of our pics, blogs, posters, stories, etc. (anyone else feel the troubles and trials that blogger can present?)

Anyways, we are sorry for the lack of updates on our whereabouts, but hopefully with a much easier program, we'll be able to tell our stories more quickly.

Stay tuned:  Los Angeles and more...


Tuesday, December 30, 2008 

Current mood:  fabulous
CHECK IT OUT GOOD PEOPLE!

our blog is now online
for viewing....



http://flatironstringband.blogspot.com/





Stay tuned, and stay warm!


heart,

the Flat Iron String Band