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August 24, 2006

Where are they now?

Here's an update featured artists in the local music scene section since June. Who they are, when they were published, what they sound like and where you can see them.

Denny Breese — June 8
Sounds like: Acoustic pop folk rock
Shows:
7 p.m. Step. 23 at Olivera’s Coffee Bar, Hemet
8 p.m. Sept. 30 at White Rabbit Coffee Co., Yucaipa

All Marbles — June 15
Sounds like: An evolved Moby Grape, with hints of rock-a-billy and a strong attraction to psychodelia.
Shows:
10 p.m. Aug. 24 at Lake Alice, Riverside
6:45 p.m. Aug. 31 at Norco Fair grounds, Norco
10 p.m. Sept. 21 at Lake Alice, Riverside

Young Artists — June 22
Sounds like: A mix of classical, opera and musical theater styles.
Shows: N/A

Mid-Life Crisis — June 22
Sounds like: Classic rock cover band.
Shows: TBA

Lori Larson — July 6
Sounds like: Folksy melodies with memorable lyrics.
Shows: TBA

Bucksworth — July 13
Sounds like: Roots rock n’ roll
Shows:
6 p.m. Aug. 26 at LA Farmers Market, Los Angeles
6 p.m. Sept. 2 at Mountain Music Festival, Wrightwood
9 p.m. Sept. 13 at The Blue Cafe, Long Beach

50 Cent Haircut — July 20
Sounds like: The Kinks reborn as honky-tonk hillbillies or an alternative country band that has read Oscar Wilde.
Shows:
10 p.m. Aug. 29 at Canter’s Kibitz Room, Hollywood
9 p.m. Aug. 30 at Cafe Boogaloo, Hermosa Beach
10 p.m. Sept. 5 at Canter’s Kibitz Room, Hollywood

Kelly McGuire — July 27
Sounds like: Somewhere between the Eagles, Tower of Power, Kenny Loggins, James Taylor, AWB and Don Henley.
Shows:
6 p.m. Aug. 24 at Redlands Market Night, Redlands

Phoenix and the Turtle — Aug. 3
Sounds like: God Speed You Black Emperor, the Album Leaf and Pink Floyd (with a female vocalist added).
Shows: TBA

ThOse Guys — Aug. 10
Sounds like: Classic rock, funk, soul cover band.
Shows:
8:30 p.m. Oct. 13 at the Mill Creek Cattle Co., Mentone
9 p.m. Oct. 27 at Lloyds, Running Springs
9 p.m. Oct. 28 at Lloyds, Running Springs

Cracker — Aug. 17
Sounds like: Pop rock n’ roll
Shows:
8 p.m. Sept. 8 and 9 at Pappy and Harriets Pioneertown Place, Pioneertown

Future Profiles:
Chris Thayer — Aug. 24
Zanja 8 — Aug. 31

Posted by Darcie Flansburg at 10:52 AM | Comments (0)

August 08, 2006

What's in a name?

Sifting through my copy of The Complete Works of William Shakespeare I came across a poem that must have been of great significance to Yucaipa-based band Phoenix and the Turtle...

The Phoenix and the Turtle

Let the bird of loudest lay,
On the sole Arabian tree,
Herald sad and trumpet be,
To whose sound chaste wings obey.

But thou, shrieking harbinger,
Foul precurrer of the fiend,
Augur of the fever’s end,
To this troop come thou not near!

From this session interdict
Every fowl of tyrant wing,
Save the eagle, feathered king:
Keep the obesquy so strict.

Let the priest in surplice white,
That defunctive music can,
Be the death-divining swan,
Lest the requiem lack his right.

And thou treble-dated crow,
That thy sable gender mak’st
With the breath thou giv’st and tak’st,
‘Mongst our mourners shalt thou go.

Here the anthem doth commence:
Love and constancy is dead;
Phoenix and the turtle fled
In a mutual flame from hence.

So they loved, as loved in twain
Had the essence but in one;
Two distincts, division none:
Number there in love was slain.

Hearts remote, yet not asunder;
Distance, and no space was seen
‘Twixt this turtle and his queen:
But in them it were a wonder.

So between them love did shine,
That the turtle saw his right
Flaming in the phoenix’ sight;
Either was the other’s mine.

Property was thus appalled,
That the self was not the same;
Single nature’s double name
Neither two nor one was called.

Reason, in itself confounded,
Saw division grow together,
To themselves yet either neither,
Simple were so well compounded;

That it cried, How true a twain
Seemeth this concordant one!
Love hath reason, reason none,
If what parts can so remain.

Whereupon it made this threne
To the phoenix and the dove,
Co-supremes and stars of love,
As chorus to their tragic scene.

Threnos
Beauty, truth and rarity,
Grace in all simplicity,
Here enclosed, in cinders lie.

Death is now the phoenix’s nest;
And the turtle’s loyal breast
To eternity doth rest.

Leaving no posterity,
‘Twas not their infirmity,
It was married chastity.

Truth may seem, but cannot be;
Beauty brag, but ‘tis not she;
Truth and beauty buried be.

To this urn let those repair
That are either true or fair;
For these dead birds sigh a prayer.

Posted by Darcie Flansburg at 05:01 PM | Comments (0)