Showing posts with label band. Show all posts
Showing posts with label band. Show all posts

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Creative Thought Matters


The winter of 2015 never really started in Utah. It ended with the New Year and has been asleep ever since. Given the lack of snow and spring-like conditions I’ve gravitated toward other activities besides skiing to keep me going. I never consciously thought I need to figure something else out since the skiing sucks, but looking back, I’ve done more with what the city of Salt Lake has to offer than ever before. 

Smog & no snow :(


It all started with the Sundance Film Festival. Historically, I never participate in Sundance because I’m too busy skiing and couldn’t be bothered. This year however, some opportunities fell into my lap that I couldn’t pass up. A world premiere screening of “Digging for Fire” kicked it off with a chance meeting of the star actor, Jake Johnson, from New Girl. Then I entered and won my office raffle for tickets to “Mississippi Grind” staring Ryan Reynolds.



Sundance reignited my interest in the arts that has dwindled since graduating from one of the best art, theater and dance liberal arts colleges in the country, Skidmore College. As Martin Luther King Jr. Day came around, our local independent radio station, KRCL, announced a screening of “The Night James Brown Saved Boston”. This documentary detailed the significance and influence James Brown had over the black population when Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated. Paired with the unique draw and respect he had from white people, he was able to captivate an entire city, preventing more rioting and chaos from ensuing that had already taken many cities across the country.



From Sundance premieres to historic documentaries, the next form of entertainment came in the form of live music. Salt Lake City draws some pretty great acts from stadium filling performers to local indie bands. March Fourth Marching Band came to The State Room and of course I couldn’t pass that up. March Fourth is a difficult band to classify. They are part street brass, part funk, part drum line, part circus. I was first blown away by March Fourth at the Oregon Country Fair and never forgot their weird, electric, larger than life style. Their night at The State Room was beyond expectation, moving me to dance my ass off with a huge grin on my face all night long.







Too enthralled to get off the entertainment train, I remembered that Hozier was playing a long since sold out show at The Depot the following week. I had wanted to go to this show since finding out about it in the fall, but it sold out within hours of being announced. That Tuesday night my trusty wing woman and fellow live music fan, Keree, and I ventured over to The Depot just to check out the scene, maybe try our luck sneaking in and/or scalping tickets. Keree somehow slithered her way past the doormen and ran into the venue, while I was a little slow on the uptake and was turned away to fend for myself. Thankfully there were quite a few scalpers outside and I was able to score a ticket for $50. Earlier that day I took a gander at Craigslist to see there were any tickets available, finding some on sale for over $100. So for $50, I feel like I still managed to come out on top. Jumping for joy once I got in and reconnected with Keree, we took a celebratory shot for finding our way into a sold out show and jammed out to Hozier all night. It was such an amazing performance to witness because of his huge popularity right now, (his song, Take Me To Church was nominated for Grammy Song of the Year) but also because he played his entire album, no surprises, no new songs, and we were able to sing along the whole night.





Fresh off a live music buzz all I wanted was more. “What are we going to do this weekend?” My roommates and I questioned, “let’s see some more live music.” So to the Internet we went, searching for what’s going on in the small venues of Salt Lake. Even though it was a Wednesday and we were looking for weekend entertainment and I had gone out the night before to Hozier, we saw a cool sounding bluesy act playing at a venue we’ve heard so much about but had never been. So off we went to The Garage, one of the coolest bars I’ve been to in Salt Lake that shares its border with an oil refinery. Israel Nash headlined the night, a bluegrassy rock band with some awesome guitar. Yet the opener may have rivaled Nash for best of the night. Timmy TheTeeth, a local band, also bluegrassy, kind of stole the show. Although their sound wasn’t nearly as big or produced like Nash’s, there was something about their folky, acoustic set that was magnetic. After reflecting that I’d seen music three nights in the past 8 days I realized, just like any other big city, you can go out and find entertainment every night of the week here. Without the distraction and fatigue that epic skiing brings, Salt Lake City is actually a legit city with a pulse that has lot to offer.

City Weekly is where we ended up finding the show at The Garage, but they list all kinds of events for every night of the week on their sight, which lead me to my next evening out. Switching gears slightly but still on the arts and entertainment kick, I noticed there was a free ballet showcase performance at the U the following night. Coming from a school where dance is one of the premiere majors I was curious to see how a large research university’s dance program stacked up. Most of the performances were beautiful, especially the co-ed groups. However one of the groups did a Britney Spears montage including Hit Me Baby One More Time, where they wore schoolgirl outfits and pranced around like ditzes who thought they were cute and sexy. I was disappointed that the student-choreographed number to Britney Spears wasn’t at all avant-garde or unique in the slightest. In fact, it was incredibly unoriginal. I’m sure they had a blast dancing to it, they looked like they were having a lot of fun, but I was left wishing they had put an ounce of creativity into it to produce something we haven’t seen before out of a popular hit. 


            
Regardless of the lackluster performance, I was glad I went to the ballet to experience a different kind of art that made me think. It made me appreciate where I got my education and how lucky I am to have witnessed some of the most talented young dancers, actors, musicians and performers at Skidmore College and among their peers in the industry today.


When it hasn’t snowed in a month, temperatures reach 65 on the regular and there’s just no motivation to go ski, you have to get creative to stay stimulated. Turning my focus from the mountains to the city is one of the benefits of living where I live. Salt Lake’s tourist board Visit Salt Lake boasts that it’s home of the biggest ski town in the country, where you can ski at world class resorts and après in the heart of a metropolitan city center. This winter has inspired me to explore this city in lieu of heading into the mountains. Although its been cool to experience the city's entertainment, I still pray for snow and hope that “Miracle March” will come through in the clutch moment, providing me with the legendary powder that drew me here in the first place.  

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

On The Road To New Orleans Jazz Fest

The first time I visited the electric city of New Orleans I knew I’d return some day. Three years later, that promise became a reality. The humid thick heat of New Orleans, although familiar, is not my cup of tea. Yet experiencing this city during one of their biggest events of the year is well worth the effort if you can manage the climate.

My journey began three days ahead of the start of the festival in order to make the 1,700-mile drive from Salt Lake City to New Orleans. Three full days driving through Durango, CO, Santa Fe, NM, Amarillo and Dallas, TX finally landed me in the Crescent City for Thursday’s unofficial kickoff to the first weekend of the festival.

On the road, somewhere in Texas

Santa Fe street vendors 


First things first, I had to find a bike for the weekend. Biking around a city or surrounding countryside is the best way to experience a place. Biking around New Orleans during Jazz Fest is the best way to get around for a number of reasons:


  • Driving around, finding parking, and, most importantly, getting parking tickets becomes a non-issue.
  • Increased mobility. Whether staying with friends or in a hotel, you have the mobility to be on your own transportation schedule to go off and explore on your own.
  • Flat as a pancake. The city of New Orleans is completely flat, making biking a breeze. The combination of heat + humidity + hill climbs could ruin a perfectly fun weekend otherwise.
  • Save money. It costs enough to get there, purchase tickets, secure accommodations and enhance the experience of being in a culinary dance party like New Orleans by eating and drinking everything in sight. Biking can cost next to nothing if you have the right connections, while potentially helping off-set the daily beignet habit you acquire while there.


Heading toward the fairgrounds


Actually acquiring a bike can be easy and cost effective. I pride myself on having friends who live in desirable locations across the country and world for me to visit. As such, I have a few friends who live in New Orleans and were gracious enough to not only let me crash in their spare bedroom, but also furnished a bike for my use throughout the weekend. However, options abound even if you are not as lucky to have friends in high places. Bike rental shops are located across the city, several of which are situated right in the French Quarter, where you are likely to frequent while in New Orleans. Bike Nola is one of the more reasonable and convenient shops, offering a 2-day rate of $50 with options to rent per hour or for a whole week. Once the wheels are yours, so too is the city.

New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Festival runs for two weekends with a mid-week “break,” affectionately known as the “Daze Between”. The break in between can become as relaxed or as jam-packed per one’s taste as the entertainment continues throughout the week. Well-seasoned veterans know the ins and outs of staying both weekends, but as a beginner to Jazz Fest, one weekend sounded like plenty for the health of my liver and bank account. After surviving the first weekend of Jazz Fest I’m already planning how to do it better next year, staying both weekends and taking a mid-week mini trip to the beach in Mobile, AL or as far as Pensacola, FL to recover from the first weekend and re-set for the second weekend.


"Dude, in India, whole families ride on bikes like this. The mom holding her 2 kids on the back while the dad rides them through town..." explained Keree before we took off...

Trying to look good for the camera... slow motion tip over


The first weekend of Jazz Fest packed a huge punch of eclectic acts from traditional New Orleans style big brass and jazz bands, to mainstream acts like Phish, Eric Clapton and Robin Thicke. The festival, itself, is held between the fences of the Fair Grounds Race Course, while the hundreds of bonus acts and events happening after the festival ends at 7pm each night spill over into the surrounding bars and venues across the city.


Street brass keeping the show going after the festival let out

Both weekends of the festival run from Friday to Sunday. I decided to purchase two “any day” tickets to the festival from NOJazzFest.com, leaving one day open to explore the city outside the festival grounds. Friday was spent biking around the French Quarter, eating beignets, these amazing square-shaped pieces of fried dough covered in powdered sugar specific to New Orleans, popping in and out of shops in search of a floppy brimmed hat to keep the sun out of my eyes while at the festival all day (a vital article of clothing for any summer concert festival), and watching street performances. It’s not unusual to see a section of street barricaded from vehicles with street performers from dancers to fiddlers to full brass bands playing for passers by. Doing the touristy thing in any city you travel to is somewhat necessary, yet tourists beware when traveling during a busy weekend in a city. As always when traveling, beware of your belongings, have your wits about you, and do your research before booking a rental house or finding a used bike on craigslist. Staying away from Bourbon Street, the a-typical street you think of when imagining New Orleans and Mardi Gras, is a good idea. Kitschy bars with expensive (albeit strong) drinks and shops selling neon sweatpants with “NOLA” on the butt may be to some tourists delight, yet I prefer to hit the local thrift stores for vintage souvenirs like the 1980 Mardi Gras Marathon t-shirt I scored at the Goodwill upon my arrival to New Orleans.

Beignets and coffee from Morning Call Coffee Stand, a great alternative to the classic tourist trap rip off, Cafe Du Monde. Morning Call is located in City Park and is open 24 hours a day!

Beautiful architecture in the French Quarter

Bourbon Street, had to do it


My day of sightseeing segued into a night of dancing and taking in the sights on Frenchmen Street. Brass-a-holics played at The Maison bar and music venue on Frenchmen while DJ’s and more bands played simultaneously at every bar on the block. JazzFestGrids.com is the Bible for Jazz Fest patrons, listing every act at every bar starting as early as the Tuesday before the first weekend all the way through the second weekend including all the “daze between.”

Music highlights include Phish on the Acura Stage closing out Saturday of weekend one followed by incredible street brass bands spilling out of the festival onto North Lopez Street outside of Liuzza’s Bar, followed by DJ Soul Sister spinning late night at Hi Ho Lounge in the Saint Claude neighborhood downtown. As if Saturday wasn’t bursting with entertainment around every corner, Sunday included some of the best music all weekend. Meschiya Lake & The Big Little Horns, Rebirth Brass Band, Galactic, and Newbirth Brass Band rounded out our final day of the festival. Yet I can say with confidence that the icing on the cake was a show we almost missed due to an unexpected cover charge at the door of Chickie Wah Wah, a storied bar and music venue in mid-city. I We stumbled upon the 21st Annual New Orleans Big Blues Harmonica Show featuring Johnny Sansone and Sunpie Barnes, two of the best blues harmonica players in the game. Exhausted after a long hot weekend of dancing I could’ve easily called it a night instead of paying the $20 cover and going inside to see some music I wasn’t even sure would be any good. Yet in the spirit of Jazz Fest and being in New Orleans I swallowed my pride, paid the cover (which I was able to negotiate a two-for-one deal with the doorman for me and my friend) and witnessed an intimate gathering of friends and fans serenaded by the most rockin’, soulful blues music I’ve ever heard.


Phish

Meschiya Lake & The Big Little Horns

Keree and I walking across the fairgrounds to see Eric Clapton

Johnny Sansone ripping on the harmonica


After sweaty, sunbaked days and dancing all night for three and a half days straight I was ready to rest and recover. Reflecting on the weekend I feel confident that with a good rest during those “daze between” I could rally and do it all again for the final weekend. Having local connections and a comfortable home base made all the difference in creating a fun filled first Jazz Fest experience. Yet whether you have a couch to crash on or a suite at the Ritz-Carlton, arming yourself with a bike, your travel savvy wits about you and jazzfestgrids.com, the possibilities are endless.