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Felice & Ritter make The Old Museum sing

Last night was one of those inspired nights… when the force of two unique storytellers combine to make a beautiful old building sing. I was not that familiar with the work of Josh Ritter, who opened the show in solo acoustic mode, but after experiencing him live, he is an artist I will follow with great interest.

While looking like he was having the night of his life, Ritter tapped into the heart of everyone in the room, that part of us that is nurtured by story. And Ritter tells a good one… his lyrics, bringing to life the characters of which he sings and a great many of our own personal ghosts. Such is the skill of the man; his words and melodies open enough for the listener to step in and take their place in the story.

To pick favourites from his set seems contrary, but three songs have been circling my head all morning… Wolves, Good Man & Galahad. Here’s Josh in acoustic mode playing the incredibly funny Galahad (+ check the links to Wolves and Good Man… you won’t be disappointed):

And then the stage was set for Simone Felice to make his much anticipated return… With three piece band in tow, a recently cropped Felice walks silently on stage, tunes his brilliant white Gretsch and delivers opener, New York Times with an intensity that never waivers. Like Ritter, the strength of Felice’s work is in its deep humanity. His voice – part plaintive whisper, part ragged howl – is direct, speaks to the frayed lover in us all. Again, highlights were plenty, but for me it was hard to go past the hauntingly beautiful, Don’t Wake the Scarecrow:

Closing the set, Simone wore his love for fellow singing/songwriting drummer, the recently departed Levon Helm, well and truly on his sleeve, playing inspired covers of Neil Young’s Helpless, Springsteen’s Atlantic City and Dylan & The Band’s epic, I Shall Be Released.

I could rave on throwing superlatives around, but let’s just say it was restorative… after struggling with the flu this past fortnight, the heart today is buoyant, the mind open… such is the power of song in the hands of two, fiery talents.

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Simone Felice to tour Australia this July

Now this is the kind of news you want to bring the week to a close! I was fortunate enough to catch Felice play a short set last year as part of Brisbane Writers Festival, and ever since I have been looking forward to hearing him on stage with full band, playing from his extensive back catalogue – Felice Brothers, The Duke and The King – as well as his debut solo album. He really is something incredibly special…

Here he is playing my favourite track off the new album, New York Times live in the ABC Studio during his short trip to Australia last year:

Tickets are available here… now I’m off to let that voice sing me into the arms of this gorgeous Friday night.

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Belong to the Day

Here’s the new single from Simone Felice’s debut solo album… it’s a bright start to this first day of holidays! And this day is wide-open-blue, sun-slicked and filled with opportunity. So go on, belong to it!

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Pull on your stockings: A Night with Simone Felice

On Friday evening, I sat in the presence of Simone Felice’s fiery brilliance. He took centre stage at The Powerhouse and with nothing but a stool, an acoustic guitar, a copy of Black Jesus and a voice of worn silk, he cast a spell that slowed time and charmed the room. From the moment Simone stepped into the small pool of light, there was a hushed intimacy, a coiled anticipation that was released as he introduced his first song, a homage to a little rag called The New York Times, which Felice referred to as no better than the shit Murdoch produces. If You Ever Get Famous was next, Felice asking prior to starting the song, ‘do you have the disease over here – Brisbane’s Got Talent?’. And then we were treated to one of the great anti-war songs of our times, One More American Song. Felice’s interest in military history shines through in many of his songs, but none more so than this one; the lyric:

John was a quiet boy in school,
Johnny had the fiery red hair,
Well he went in the army like a lot of them do,
And he gut fucked up over there

And if you see him now he pushes a shopping cart in the parking lot
And if you call him he don’t hear a thing

Call him john the priest,
John the king of bottle tops
Priest or pawn,
His war is still on,
It’s just one more American song

is both chilling and beautiful; the fate of so many young men captured in these lines.

Simone then lays his guitar down and reads a selection from the opening part of Black Jesus and it is here, you can see all the years of performing his songs and poems across the US pay off. Each line is given room to breathe, his voice incantatory as he gives life to the story of Lionel White, a soldier, blinded by a bomb blast in the deserts of Iraq, who returns home with the name Black Jesus and a ballerina turned stripper, who takes her name Gloria from the Laura Brannigan song. He only gives us a short snippet, but everyone in the room is leaning forward, hungry for more.

And he gives it to us in the form of the gorgeous, Don’t Wake the Scarecrow, a song written about a wild love affair with a prostitute. Felice’s lyric is breathtaking:

In that cold room
Your breath would twist just like ghosts do
You said, “Call me Dorothy in red shoes”
And the bed moved
The bed moved
The bed moved

Tracy, don’t you wake that scarecrow tonight

Well, the man would come in
It’s hard living right giving head when
The sad days of winter have set in
And the medicine for an addict is heroin

I’d find you there in the bath
We’d cook up your shit in a tin can
And you started calling me Tin Man
And we started making plans to begin again
Begin again

and like many of his songs, it is one of stark beauty.

This is followed by a set highlight for me, Your Belly In My Arms. As an expectant father, this took on a greater poignancy, and it was wonderful to be able to thank Simone after the show for this song and talk about the joys of fatherhood; how music is innately in every child. He then plays a song from his forthcoming solo album, telling the crowd excitedly that his brothers play on the album, stopping occasionally to let us know where James lays down a fine piano line and how his friends from Mumford & Sons sing harmony, before returning to Black Jesus for a second reading.


And this time he tells us he is cutting straight to the part where ‘they hump’ and with a smile recollects how a woman in Sydney called out, ‘we call it rooting.’ He gyrates for a moment atop his stool and then launches into the text, embodying the fever of every word. The audience is leaning in, and bursts into applause as Felice lays down the book and wonders aloud what he should play next. I call out for Shaky and someone else calls out for Springsteen’s classic, Atlantic City. He responds with ‘Shit…’ but before you know it, the guitar is up and he is tearing through Shaky, squeezing everything out of the line, ‘come on and shake that country ass’. Not a beat is missed as Shaky ends and Atlantic City begins and what a version it is… Felice somehow managing to take the lines, ‘We’re going out where the sands turnin’ to gold / put on your stockings baby, ’cause the night’s getting cold’ into a repetitive mantra that gives the song a completely new energy. And as the guitar is laid to rest for the night and the audience is baying for more, Simone is still singing, walking happily out the front door of the venue into the foyer where he waits, eager for a chat, smiling in the knowledge that he has left nothing behind on stage tonight.

For those who couldn’t be there and for those eager for more, here’s a couple of links well worth checking out. First up here’s a link to a complete concert of Simone playing solo at City Winery in New York City and here’s a recent interview Simone did on ABC Radio to promote his first Australian tour and his new novel, Black Jesus.

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Another Lost Shark Swims North…

I have a couple of trips north over the next two weekends.

This weekend I will join four local Bribie Island poets – Peter Maxwell, Di Turner, Ruth Ingliss and Lynne Hooper  – for a reading at The Bribie Island Seaside Museum (1 South Esplanade, Bongaree, Bribie Island). Readings will start at 11am, followed by drinks on the deck. It is an amazing little spot, so if you like your poetry by the sea, this one is for you!

Date: Saturday September 10
Time: 11am – 1pm
Place: Bribie Island Seaside Museum, 1 South Esplanade, Bongaree
Entry: Free

Then the following weekend, I head further north to Hervey Bay to run a poetry workshop at the Urangan Community Centre from 10am – 2pm. The workshop will address a variety of techniques to help you write, fine tune and deliver a poem that really sings. The workshop is priced at $15/$10 so to book your place, email Lynn Harris at harlynn@iprimus.com.au or call (07) 4124 5531.

Then, later that night (6:15pm for a 7pm start), Sheish Money & I will host Hervey Bay’s first ever Slam, kicking off the night with a feature set before 20 poets let their poems do the talking on stage. Entry is $15/$10 and includes  a night of wild words, nibbles, a glass of wine and a post Slam supper.

For more details visit: www.herveybayartscouncil.com.au/joomla/events/workshops.html

Will be good to dive into some new waters!

But first, tonight I have the immense pleasure of seeing Simone Felice as part of Brisbane Writers Festival. Very excited!

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The Night Ride: Simone Felice on Bob Dylan

As part of the BBC’s tribute to Bob Dylan on his 70th birthday, they commissioned three artists to pen a short story inspired by the words and mythology of Dylan. One of those artists was founding member of The Felice Brothers and The Duke and The King, Simone Felice.

Felice’s story, The Night Ride takes it’s cue from this line in Dylan’s track Joey:

Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who-knows-when.

From this point, Felice takes us on a trip through the wintry streets of Brooklyn, through the hazy eyes of Adrian Young, ‘a wrong young man, the night’s blown in.’ It’s a sparkling gem of a story and while the BBC no longer have it available on their site, you can listen to the full story on Felice’s website. Have a listen while you still can!

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The New Folk XIII – Vlautin, Felice & Lanegan

The touring circuit is hitting a mid-year peak, with a glut of great singer/songwriters hitting our shores in the coming months. Here’s a taste of some of the artists I am anticipating great shows from in the months of May, June and July.

We Used to Think The River Sounded Like a Freeway – Willy Vlautin & Dan Eccles

Willy Vlautin is undoubtedly one of the best storytellers to ever pick up a guitar. He has been described as ‘the Dylan of the dispossesed’ and likened to authors such as John Steinbeck for his crisply realised images of characters at the end of their rope. And for the first time, Australian audiences are getting a chance to see Willy (accompanied by Dan Eccles) play live, thanks to the roaring success of his band Richmond Fontaine’s eighth album, We Used to Think the Freewat Sounded Like a River and more importantly his critically accalimed third novel, Lean On Pete. Willy is in Australia as part of the Sydney Writers Festival, but Brisbane also gets a look in on Saturday May 29, with Willy reading and talking about Lean on Pete at Avid Reader at 4pm and then playing a set from the Richmond Fontaine back catalogue at The Troubadour that night. Tickets for both these events are now available and I am sure they are not going to last… artists like Vlautin are a rare commodity.

One More American Song – Simone Felice

Another rare commodity is Simone Felice (The Felice Brothers, The Duke & The King). Felice, like Vlautin, is an acclaimed singer/songwriter, who has also had great success as a poet and experimental novelist (Goodbye Amelia, Hail Mary Full of Holes). One More American song is an example of Felice’s lyrical richness. In the song he remembers Johnny, a boy from school with fiery red hair, who, thanks to the horrors of war has become the king of bottle tops, pushing shopping carts in a parking lot. It is this kind of raw narrative that Felice pens so well. And like Vlautin, Felice is making his way to Australia for the first time too, but unfortunately Brisbane is not part of the tour… Sydney and Melbourne only. Maybe next time…

Bombed – Mark Lanegan

From his days leading Seattle grunge gods Screaming Trees, to cameos with Queens of the Stoneage, Isobell Campbell, Soulsavers & The Twilight Singers, Mark Lanegan’s voice has become a sort after instrument. It has that whiskey-soaked, lived-in-leathery versatility that can stretch effortlessly from blues to country, gospel to full-tilt rock. Lanegan is like a heady mix of Johnny Cash and Charles Bukowski, most at home telling tales of the underworld, where drug deals, petty violence and squalid love affairs are common place. So if you like your stories seedy, get along to one of Lanegan’s Australian shows this July. He plays The Zoo in Brisbane on July 9.

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