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Americana and Roots Music Videos: RPM 7

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An occasional series of Americana and roots music videos. Sharing new discoveries, and revisiting old friends.

Since I began posting my seasonal review of mostly new music videos, an interesting shift has occurred. In the past I’ve often used live performances from providers such as Folk Alley, KEXP, Austin City Limits, Paste, NPR, Under the Apple Tree, and The Bluegrass Situation, to mention just a few good sources. But late last year the recording industry nonprofit IFPI published the findings of its global Music Consumer Insight Report, which found that 47 percent of time spent listening to on-demand music is now happening on YouTube. That may explain the sharp increase in both artist and label-funded videos that go beyond the basic two-camera live setup and into more artistic and elaborate productions.

While the three major music-only streaming platforms are becoming the clear winners in delivery to the masses, in order for an artist to make a thousand dollars, their song needs to be heard something like one million times. On the other hand, YouTube offers a potentially lucrative opportunity to those who are interested in not only sharing their music, but also building their brand and developing followers. Niche genres such as Americana music, and all that fits under that umbrella term, might actually benefit more than others. A quick story before I jump into the clips.

A young woman I know began posting quite silly non-music videos several years ago, while she was in high school, that usually lasted about five minutes, were shot by herself on her iPhone, and focused on games, comic books, fashion, and pop culture. At age 22 she now has over two million rabid followers and earns six figures per year through ad revenue. Can’t say that can happen to every old-time stringband, folksinger, country band, blues musician, or singer-songwriter, but it’s certainly something to ponder.

J.S. Ondara: “Torch Song”

 

Since releasing his debut album Tales of America last February, a 26-year-old has landed an Americana Music Association nomination in the emerging artist category, toured extensively, and just landed a few opening slots for Neil Young. After winning a green card lottery six years ago that allowed him to move to the United States, Nairobi-born folksinger J.S. Ondara settled down near Minneapolis, learned to play guitar from scratch, and scored a major label album deal. A Dylan freak who learned most of his lyrics while a teen in Kenya, Ondara has studied American folk music and made a mark in the States by playing open mics and showcasing his fashion sense with vintage suits.

Ordinary Elephant: “The War”

Crystal and Pete Damore met at an open mic in Texas in 2009 and were each working in successful non-music careers: she as a veterinary cardiologist and he as a computer programmer. The short story is that they got bitten by the creative bug and Crystal quit her job, they bought an RV, and they hit the road and started to play wherever they could. Pete was able to continue working since he wasn’t chained to a desk and they’ve been blessed. Performing and recording under the name Ordinary Elephant, they were named 2017 Artist of the Year at the International Folk Music Awards last year. Crystal handles lead vocals and acoustic guitar, while Pete plays clawhammer banjo and sings harmony. The clip above is from their latest album titled Honest, and I’d also recommend checking out their first, Before I Go.

Emily Scott Robinson: “Borrowed Rooms” and “Old Wooden Floors, and The Dress”

Another RV-traveling singer-songwriter who took to the road with her husband, Emily Scott Robinson has received an incredible amount of press and rave reviews for her studio debut album Traveling Mercies. A native of North Carolina, she claims to have already done over a quarter million miles of driving across the country since she began her career in 2015. Along the way she’s won several awards, starting with American Songwriter, a Kerrville New Folk Winner trophy in 2016, and a Wildflower Performing Songwriter Contest win the following year. Much of the press about her is about the song “The Dress,” which speaks to a sexual assault that occurred when she was 22.

 

Justin Townes Earle: “Frightened by the Sound”

Here’s a confession that I never thought I’d share: With each year that passes, I find myself looking forward to the next album from the son rather than the father. Ten years ago when I started listening to Justin‘s music and following him on social media, it felt as though he might not make it past his 30th birthday. In 2010, after a nasty public fight at a club, he entered rehab, not for the first time, and it seems to have kicked his butt down a better path. He was married in 2013, they had a baby four years later, and today he releases The Saint of Lost Causes, his ninth album.

Molly Tuttle: “Cold Rain and Snow” and “Once More”

I got my first chance to see Molly Tuttle live and up close, and it would be an understatement to say that she and her band were exceptional beyond my expectation. The small Mercury Lounge in the East Village of New York City was sold out, and about 150 of us were stacked up like sardines inside a can. It was, how should I say it, a mature crowd who seemed to be full of guitar hero worshippers, after-work daters, and those who prefer to view their concert experience through the screens of their iPhones. While the videos above and below are acoustic, Tuttle’s touring band rocks. About “Once More”: Molly’s brother Sully, who is also an amazing and rapid-fire picker, is a member of A.J. Lee and Blue Summit, a great acoustic stringband in Northern California. Last Father’s Day Molly and Angelica Grim joined A.J. for some fine harmony, supported by the band.

Four Year Bender: “Annalee”

This song is off the band’s second album and features lead singer and songwriter Ryan Smith. As a well-known Bay Area-based band, their career was cut short by Smith’s alcoholism and addiction, which spanned ten years. After recovery, it took him two years to open the guitar case and begin writing again. The result is Gettin’ Gone, 11 songs recorded with his longtime collaborator Michael Winger. There’s some good stuff here.

Son Volt: “Devil May Care”

Union, Son Volt‘s ninth album, is a political statement about our times in addition to just being another great album from the band. Three of the songs were recorded at the Mother Jones Museum in Mount Olive, Illinois, and four others at the Woody Guthrie Center in Tulsa, Oklahoma. It got some rough reviews — American Songwriter gave two out of five stars — but I beg to differ. I’ve always been more Farrar than Tweedy when it came to the Uncle Tupelo split, so maybe I’m just a bit biased. But don’t let it slip away without checking it out.

And Now for Something Completely Different …


This was originally posted as an Easy Ed’s Broadside column at No Depression: The Journal of Roots Music’s website. 

Many of my past columns, articles, and essays can be accessed here at my own site, therealeasyed.com. I also aggregate news and videos on both Flipboard and Facebook as The Real Easy Ed: Americana and Roots Music Daily. My Twitter handle is @therealeasyed and my email address is easyed@therealeasyed.com.

Bob Dylan, Steve Earle and The Rising Son

JTEarleTwo old guys and a kid. Hey…that’s what I probably should have named this article. But I’ve been reading up on how to build your online audience and it seems if you actually use names of famous people in the title you get more page views. So let’s give it a whirl….my Weekly Broadside column has been in the doldrums of late anyway, with only several hundred pairs of eyes each week. Could be I’ve just lost my edge, or my words are no longer as insightful, amusing, or interesting as once upon a time. And if this doesn’t pan out, maybe next week I’ll try to pair Gram Parsons with Bruce Jenner. At the very least I’m sure I’ll be trending, whatever the hell that means.

Dylan…oh how I love this new album. Admittedly early on I fell into the hole of pre-release hype that got it all wrong. They said it was a tribute to Sinatra. It ain’t. They paired it with what Rod Stewart, Linda Rondstadt and Molly Ringwald have done before…this Great American Songbook redux. It ain’t. And they said that Dylan’s voice is shot and this is merely some sort of joke, like his Christmas album. It ain’t.

There’s already too many reviews on Shadows In The Night, so you don’t need another one. But I’d like to throw out something new that I’ve yet to read, and that’s when I play these songs it reminds me of strong coffee from a Jersey diner, a bowl of high fiber cereal and a couple of tangerines. If you didn’t know where these songs came from, and most of you probably don’t, they could be his own. And if it was just served up simply as a new Dylan album, we’d be saying it’s the best thing he’s done since Blood On The Tracks. Because it’s really that good.

Citrus fruit aside, although the acidity often causes some folks a problem, both coffee and high fiber takes some time getting used to. As does sushi and refried beans I suppose. If you’re expecting Blonde on Blonde or thinking he’s going to sound like he does when he’s on his never ending tour where he deconstructs everything sounding like ‘Captain Beefheart meets Tom Waits’, you’ll be surprised, delighted or just pissed off. Because like the old Beach Boy’s promo campaign of the seventies that announced that “Brian is Back”…which he wasn’t… this time somebody got it right. Bob is back with a great folk music album.

Steve Earle…there is nobody else who has made music that I’ve loved and longed to hear more then him. He is my touchstone, occasional spiritual guide and my favorite performer and songwriter. I dig that he’s a survivor and an inspiration to many who’ve stumbled, fallen and picked themselves up. And like the imperfect hero he is, I’ve seen him when he’s right on the money and completely off the mark.

I’m about five days into listening to his newest album Terraplane. Like the Dylan release, people are going to love it or feel disappointed. While each artist has decided to dip back into time, while one has reinvented and produced something special, I’m not overly enchanted by this reworking of the blues that Earle recorded with the Mastersons. There are some really great songs, and some really annoying ones.

Now I remember that I once wrote that ‘there’s too much good stuff to write about…no need to dwell on the not so good’. And a writer…or music critic…replied that it was his responsibility to write honestly from his heart, and perhaps I didn’t understand the nature of critcism. He was right, I don’t. But I’m not so stuck within my own self-imposed rules to admit I don’t like this Terraplane (but the cover is groovy), and besides, Steve Earle is going survive my two cents just fine. The better news for his fans is that he’s got a memoir coming out this year, and a new country release.

Since we’re talkin’ blues, that box set released this year on Jack White’s label that features old 78s from Paramount Records out of Wisconsin won a Grammy award for best liner notes. Here’s something I think you might like even better than if I post one of Earle’s new tracks. Hell, he might like it better too.

Justin Townes Earle…the rising son. The third album playing on my digital jukebox this past week or two has been Absent Fathers, the second this year that follows Single Mothers. A few years ago I thought Justin might not make it. Not as a musician, because he’s exceptional at that; but as a walking, talking, functioning adult who could overcome addiction and immaturity. He is probably the first person on Facebook I de-liked because I couldn’t stand to witness his self destruction. But somehow, maybe like his dad or despite of him, he’s become to me of late the more interesting of the two Earles.

While the voice does not yet carry the physical weight and depth of dad, his songwriting and playing style has developed at a fast pace to a point where I frankly would prefer spending the night seeing him onstage than hearing “Copperhead Road” one more time. Sorry, for I’m sure I have just sinned, but at least his dad should be proud of his boy’s achievments and growth. I’m sure his mom is.

Two old guys and a kid. This time around I’ll take just one of each.