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SUMMARY:Stuart's Opera House + Archie Fox Live present: Leif Vollebekk
DESCRIPTION:New Ways is a new album by Montreal’s Leif Vollebekk\, his hotly anticipated follow-up to the Polaris Prize finalist Twin Solitude. It’s a record that lives between the kick and the snare\, in that instant of feeling before the backbeat. \n“The way that it was is the way it should be\,” Vollebekk sings on “Phaedrus”—a line that’s a memory and a wish. New Ways is that too: the sound of desire in its unfolding. Two years ago\, things were changing so fast\, and the songwriter didn’t want to forget. “I often think of Leonard Cohen’s line\, ‘I hope you’re keeping some kind of record\,’” he says. “So I did.” It was like he was pretending you can compose a soundtrack to your own life (which perhaps you can). \nIn the end\, New Ways is a document of everything Vollebekk felt\, the way each moment arrived and moved through him. Whereas Twin Solitude was about self-reflection\, New Ways is about engaging and changing\, touching and being touched. It’s a physical record\, with louder and tighter grooves\, and the rawest lyrics the musician has ever recorded. A portrait of beauty\, desire\, longing\, risk\, remembrance—without an instant of regret. “She’s my woman and she loved me so fine\,” goes the chorus to one tune. “She’ll never be back.” \n“Anything that I wouldn’t ever want to tell anyone—I just put it on the record\,” Vollebekk says: tenderness and violence\, sex and rebirth\, Plato and Julie Delpy. A story told through details—“the sun through my eyelids\,” “a sign on the highway covered in rain.” The songs came fast—recorded a week here\, a week there\, initially just Leif and a drummer. “After each take\, we’d go into the control room and listen back and see how it felt\,” he says. “If it didn’t feel right we’d do it again\, or switch from piano to guitar\, or change the drum sound\, or the microphones.” Once they got it\, he’d move on. Never at rest\, always in movement: 10 different tracks for 10 states of motion—each with its own pulse\, drawing the listener in. \nThere’s the heat of the night and the cool blue of morning\, hints of Prince and Bill Withers\, the limbo of a lover’s transatlantic flight. “Hot Tears” is all hot-blooded memory. “Apalachee Plain” is a clamorous goodbye. “I’m Not Your Lover” would be a perfect love-song were it not for its chorus—a song that lets two opposites be true at once. “That last record I made for me\,” Vollebekk admits. “This one is for someone else.” \nImagine the singer at the end of last September\, performing at midnight in one of Montreal’s rarest and most intimate venues—a century-old porno theatre called Cinema L’Amour\, a temple to the true and the carnal. He was sitting at a piano. The chords were moving like shadows on a wall. “She’s my woman and she loved me so fine!” Leif cried\, singing to the rafters. “She’ll never be back.” \nWhen everything was finally over—when the mixes were perfect and the masters cued up—Leif says listening to the album was like re-watching a film. “Now I knew what was going to happen\,” he remembers. “Now the moments didn’t feel fleeting—they felt eternal\, almost fated. The songs spoke to me differently\, but they hadn’t changed. I just heard them in New Ways.” \nSunday\, December 8\, 2019 at 7:00pm\nGeneral Admission: $15.00
URL:https://woub.org/event/stuarts-opera-house-archie-fox-live-present-leif-vollebekk/
LOCATION:Ace of Cups\, 2619 N High St\, Columbus\, OH\, 43202\, United States
CATEGORIES:Music
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SUMMARY:Melted Presents: Xiu Xiu
DESCRIPTION:After co-producing Melted Music Festival together\, Stuart’s Opera House is partnering with Archie Fox Live again for MELTED presents: Xiu Xiu! Join us at Ace of Cups in Columbus\, Ohio on September 24 for this show. Xiu Xiu is an American experimental band. For fans of Animal Collective\, Deerhoof\, Liars\, Slint\, Swans\, etc. \nIt could be handfuls of reds \nIt could be turning Caravaggio’s Boy with Basket of Fruit to face the wall \nIt could be a commission by the Guggenheim entitled Deforms the Unborn \nIt could be the demon Vetis\, whose friends call Him The Life Promiser \nIt could be that in 1918 a pregnant Mary Turner was hung upside down from a \ntree by a lynch mob while they cut out her fetus & that this could happen \ntoday\, as it did then\, without consequences for whitey \nIt could be handfuls of natural pearls \nIt could be collaborations with master Haitian drummers \nIt could be doing the wrong thing together forever \nIt could be long lists of how The Devil’s acts towards children before\, during & \nafter their possession \nIt could be short lists of produce\, insects & imagined blues musicians \nIt could be handfuls of an insane 9 year old’s feces smushed on the lunch table \nIt could be a psychedelic Chicago house song about a pig & about your \nparents \nIt could be your dad’s new husband gave you his boyhood viola \nIt could be a collaboration with master Yoruba drummers \nIt could be handfuls of cactus spines & a poison dart \nIt could be your sister has cancer & they keep chopping parts of her body off \nIt could be a conscripted arco bass piece that was a dedication to Turkish \nfeminists \nIt could be Jack Smith has a film called Normal Love \nIt could be scisssssssors\, air conditioner tubes\, glasses of ice & seashells \nIt could be handfuls of hot pink Make Noise 1/8inch audio cables \nIt could be that Nature is making it clear to us that we deserve it and that we \nare making it clear to Her that we are ready\, ready to go \nIt could be a short novel called The Rhythm Section Talked about Drugs\, The \nHorn Players Talked about Ass & The Strings Talked about Money \nIt could be improvised vocals by Elliot Reed & orchestrated vocals by Eugene \nRobinson \nIt could be that European religious paintings of male martyrs depict them \nsurrounded by chubby\, adoring angels\, everyone’s tearful mothers & \nconverted sex workers dutifully sponging out their holy & shallow wounds \nIt could be that European religious paintings of female martyrs depict them \nwith their nipples being torn off\, throats branded & their naked torsos flayed \nwhile they are totally alone aside from the men torturing them \nIt could be handfuls of Diamanda Galás & Roy Orbison action figures \nIt could be that despite the confusion of this life\, people who can still \ntruthfully call themselves human try to push through 2019’s collecting horror \nIt could be slowed down & fuzzed out field recordings of disappearing frogs \nIt could be flat purple & black or glossy black & purple \nIt could be mescal in a bottle & baby on a boob\, hair dyed blonde for nobody\, \nnobody move \nIt could be handfuls of that you just have to stop being a wuss & deal with it \nIt could be… \nTuesday\, September 24\, 2019 at 8:00pm\nGeneral Admission: $15.00
URL:https://woub.org/event/melted-presents-xiu-xiu/
LOCATION:Ace of Cups\, 2619 N High St\, Columbus\, OH\, 43202\, United States
CATEGORIES:Music
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SUMMARY:MELTED presents: Allah-Las
DESCRIPTION:After co-producing Melted Music Festival together\, Stuart’s Opera House is partnering with Archie Fox Live again for MELTED presents: Allah-Lahs! Join us at Ace of Cups in Columbus\, Ohio on November 26 for this show. \nA ship in harbor is safe\, but that’s not what ships are built for” the saying goes. But suppose the proverbial harbor is Los Angeles — a place not particularly known for being the origin of adventures. From the Spanish Conquistadors to the countless starry-eyed nobodies hoping to make it big\, LA is usually the destination. \nSo it’s no wonder the Allah Las became fascinated with both the carefree spirit and glitter-in-the-gutter lifestyle of their hometown. After three records mining its lore and lure (from the desert to the sea) they have become global ambassadors of not just a place but a location. \nHaving taken their compact California on the road across the world (making stops in North\, Central\, and South America\, Europe\, South Africa\, Australia\, Russia\, East Asia and beyond)\, they couldn’t help but peek through the other end of the telescope. \nOn their fourth LP\, drummer Matt Correia\, bassist Spencer Dunham\, and guitarists Miles Michaud and Pedrum Siadatian turn their collective gaze outward and toward the horizon. Simply titled LAHS (a reference to a common misspelling of the band’s name)\, their forthcoming release on Mexican Summer finds the band turning in their most cohesive and ambitious work yet. \nThe Allah Las seem to be transmitting from a place not found on any map. Those familiar with the band’s work will recognize their skillful melding of melodies and moods\, but through that lens we see them venturing into new\, exciting territories. Indeed\, their growth not just as songwriters\, but as performers\, arrangers\, and producers — is clearly audible. \nCorreia croons in Portuguese on “Prazer Em Te Conhecer” (Nice to Meet You)\, which evokes George Harrison while also sounding like a rare 45 from a Brazilian flea market. The breezy sweetness of “Pleasure” could pass for a song by Spanish folk darlings Picnic\, were it not for the wistful wisdom in Dunham’s delivery. “Polar Onion” takes us through the inevitable lows one encounters on a long journey\, as Michaud laments “drown in the sea\, I fill my cup – but it’s not enough”– a caricature of the lonesome cowboy seeking and occasionally glimpsing enlightenment. \nOne of the most notable evolutions from their previous work is a razor-sharp focus on the groove. We hear the rhythms of Krautrock influencing songs like “Houston” and “Electricity\,” with steady and precise drumming that create complexity from repetition. Whilst both “Roco Ono” and “Star” incorporate elements of disco and soul into Allah Las universe\, highlighting an airtight rhythm section unafraid to tap their toes. \nOpener “Holding Pattern” conveys what the title suggests; you’ve almost arrived\, you can see the ground\, but you’re not quite there yet. Airy\, ethereal harmonies chant the title\, holding you in suspense- and eventually give way to an entirely different mood just before the fade- as if telling the listener “we’ve landed safely.” The persistent shuffle of “In The Air” drives the song forward\, while Siadatian’s echo slapped voice bounces along on top\, describing “images that can’t compare to the real thing in the air.” Electric guitar and mellotron trade licks\, mirror each other’s kinetic ascending and descending lines and calling to mind the playful jubilance of Kevin Ayers in his prime. \n“We’ve been traveling a lot the past couple years and I think that played a role in influencing the broader variety of songs on this record” Correia explains. And this is precisely what sets LAHS apart from its predecessors — a record inspired less by time\, but by place. “LAHS to me feels like a soundtrack to the past 5 years or so. A sort of audio postcard to anyone who wants to listen.” This sentiment is echoed in the album’s artwork — a collection of exotic postcards\, postmarked from equally exotic locals (designed by Matt Correia & Robbie Simon). \nTracking was done mostly by the band at their own studio in Los Angeles\, allowing them more time and space to experiment with tunes and tones. Producer/Engineer Jarvis Taveniere (Woods) was brought in to help polish it off\, resulting in a sound both crisp and clear while keeping with the warmth and atmosphere the band are known for. \nThe Allah Las have left the harbor. The infectious wanderlust that fuels these thirteen songs continues to propel the group forward across new frontiers\, as they collect and catalog all they find and return with plenty of inspiration in tow. With LAHS we not only discover what souvenirs they’ve brought back for us; they’re inviting us aboard and taking us along for the ride. \nTuesday\, November 26\, 2019 at 8:00pm\nGeneral Admission: $20.00
URL:https://woub.org/event/melted-presents-allah-las/
LOCATION:Ace of Cups\, 2619 N High St\, Columbus\, OH\, 43202\, United States
CATEGORIES:Music
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