Bob Marley :: The Black Ark Demos (1978)

While combing through some reggae/dub for an upcoming dancehall/dub/reggae heavy AD radio show, I happened upon some demos recorded at Lee "Scratch" Perry's Black Ark studio in 1978 - a few years prior to Marley's death. Here are a couple of the tracks along with their dub counterparts.

Previously: Bob Marley & The Wailers :: Radio Session 1973

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Newport Folk Festival :: Sunday Recap

With the sun taking its seat in the top of the sky alongside a few billowing clouds left over from yesterday’s rainstorms, Day Three of the 2008 Newport Folk Festival kicked off in a swirl of cracking mud and beating heat, with enough hype and excitement surrounding today’s performances to warrant standing around in the sun. The yachters showed up early today for fellow pirate Jimmy Buffett’s headlining set, and Brenton Cove started to look more and more like San Pedro Island during Spring Break as the day moved by.

The relentlessly friendly Ryan Fitzsimmons (an OurStage Newport winner) opened Sunday’s festivities with a set of stark, eerie folk on the Waterside Stage. Fitzsimmons’ chiming open chords shoved their way across layers of feedback and programming (courtesy of a tiny Line 6 amp modeler), until they found a place situated somewhere between country music and horror soundtrack. The four songs he played were forceful, passionate pleas about cigarettes, gasoline, crystal meth, and everything between: the soundtrack to small-town boredom and that ever-present hope for light. The fact that he was so polite between songs (even taking the time to thank the sound man, the promoters, the audience, and anything else he lay eyes upon) struck the darkness of his songs even deeper. Complex dude.

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Newport Folk Festival :: Saturday Recap

Ghosts run deep in Newport. The town’s cobbly streets call back to colonial times and the grounds of the Newport Folk Festival, AD’s reason for being here, are situated around historic Fort Adams, which was built in 1824 and was at its time the most complex military fortification in the western hemisphere. Despite the Festival’s sprucing up of the place — huge golden banners with the show’s logo, the requisite Gibson Guitars bus — you never . . .

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Newport Folk Festival 2008 :: Brian Wilson

The 2008 Newport Folk Festival kicked off Friday night at the beautiful International Tennis Hall of Fame in Newport, Rhode Island. The Hall, which is part of the Newport Casino, hosted the first-ever championships of the United States Lawn Tennis Association in 1881, an event that eventually outgrew the venue and would later become the U.S. Open. The combed lawns and green shingles give the grounds an almost Victorian air; when a biplane flew overhead before the commencement of Willy Mason’s set, it could have very well been 1926.

I know, I know, none of that seems terribly important, but it does prove the point that Newport is one of the most unique festivals in the country, one that (rightfully) prides itself on its history and tradition. Blame it on the wealthy Nor’eastern audience or the town’s historic mansions, but walking through the streets here can feel like walking through an historic reenactment. In other words, it’s a somewhat magical place to see a show, and I haven’t even been to the festival grounds yet.

Martha’s Vineyard’s Willy Mason opened the night, and if the time slot or setting unnerved him, he certainly didn’t show it, confidently playing a set of slow, waltzing country-folk in a tank top and hiking boots. The twenty-three year-old Mason is seasoned enough to have already taken a short hiatus from performing music, and it appears to have done him nothing but good. Everything about him — from the strength of his voice to the crafting of his arrangements — was tighter and more focused than what he exhibited on his 2004 record, Where the Humans Eat. He even invited his parents, folk singers Michael Mason and Jemima James, to sing harmonies on a gorgeous country gospel song written years ago by the elder Mason.

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AD Presents :: Travel by Sea, CD Release Show

This Thursday AD Presents Travel by Sea's CD release show at the Mint here in Los Angeles. Our friends The Western States Motel, Evan Way (Parson Redheads) and Olin And The Moon support.

We have some pairs of tickets to give away to AD readers. Drop a comment below.

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Springsteen :: Giants Stadium, 7.28.08

AD's Marty Garner, an unrepentant Bruuuuuce fanatic, having left L.A. for the Summer, made his way east to New Jersey to catch Bruce and E Street Band at Giants Stadium earlier this week. Here's how it went down.

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I am not from New Jersey. I do have a friend from New Jersey, though, who moved down to my home state of Louisiana to attend LSU for no reason other than to experience the thundering weirdness that is LSU football. Sure, there are probably other, less romantic reasons that he chose to attend LSU, but the reason that he gives is LSU football. And it’s a pretty good reason, too; I grew up going to LSU games and, like any good southerner, I have wiped tears from my cheeks at the sound of the first four notes of the school’s fight song. People — fans, interested journalists, and even the rare roadside gawker — come down south to see the carnival of colors, to hear the revving engine of the bourbon crowd when the Tigers run onto the field; they see it and in so doing become a part of it. For nine months of the year, the south lives with a chip on its shoulder; for three, it is validated. And so, Saturdays in the fall are a sort of worship experience, cathartic and communal and weirdly glorious. For many people, they are something of a secondary Sabbath.

In much the same way, I went to New Jersey to see Bruce Springsteen. I had seen Bruce and the boys twice before — once in Houston on The Rising tour in 2003 and once last fall in Cleveland. Both shows — like any Bruce show — were more experiences than rock concerts; it’s no coincidence that people used to call E Street shows the Church of Rock ‘n’ Roll. But if that term still applies, then the show last night at Giants Stadium was something akin to seeing the Pope say Mass at St. Peter’s, and not only because a sticky Jersey mist hung over the crowd like a blanket of incense: this is the Garden State’s answer to college football.

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SIRIUS Radio :: Aquarium Drunkard Show

Our weekly two hour show on SIRIUS, channel 26 Left Of Center, can now be heard twice, every Friday - Noon EST and then an encore broadcast at Midnight EST. Below is this week’s playlist.

SIRIUS 58: Jean Michel Bernard - Generique Stephane ++ Devendra Banhart - Seahorse ++ Talking Heads - Papa Legba ++ Vetiver - The Swimming Song ++ Iron & Wine - The Trapeze Swinger ++ Blossom Dearie - Figure Eight . . .

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Jim Ford :: Harlan County (1969)

Recently, sitting in a dark booth of a non-descript bar in a non-descript portion of Sunset Boulevard in Los Angeles, I was listening to the unashamed (and awesome) time-traveling selection of Los Angeles DJ Dr. Who (spins on Thursday nights at The Bar in Hollywood and deejays the soul-funk night at downtown's La Cita on Saturday nights, a long-haired, shaggy-bearded, flannel-wearing throwback spinner who leans toward hazy soul-funk from the '60s and '70s. Some of the songs I had heard . . .

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Off The Record :: Human Highway (Toronto)

Off The Record is a recurring feature, here on the Drunkard, that marries two of my greatest interests; music and travel. Having a locals perspective when visiting a new locale is the difference between experiencing it through the lens of a tourist and of that of a native.

Off The Record gathers some of my favorite artists, asks them to reflect on their city of residence, and choose a handful of places they could not live without, be them bookstores, bars, restaurants or vistas.

Today on OTR we catch up with Jim Guthrie, one . . .

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James Jackson Toth :: Waiting In Vain

Letting go of the Wooden Wand handle (at least for now), James Jackson Toth's solo debut, Waiting In Vain, steers clear of the psychedelic folk jams of his former outfit in favor of fairly straight-ahead, soul-infused, roots rock. The trick is that in doing so, Toth has crafted his best, most concise, work to do date. Oh, and don't worry, Lexie is still on the team -- her vocals fingerprints are all over this record. Also, unlike Wooden Wand, the LP is being . . .

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Ben Weaver :: Ax In The Oak

"Ben Weaver is the most exciting young songwriter I've come across - an American original whose voice and guitar are matched only by the power of his words. His songs are an incredible, haunting gift of music." Author Larry Brown (1951-2004)

If you're a fan of the late neo-southern gothic author Larry Brown (quoted above) and have heard the music of songwriter Ben Weaver the threads that connect the two are both immediate and . . .

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J. Tillman :: Now Available Via Autumn Tone


Since 2004, (Fleet Foxes) J. Tillman has quietly been releasing records, some of limited quantity, some mostly available in Europe, but for the most part, unheard. The borderline-alienating starkness and well lived-in narratives of his first two records, "I Will Return" and become a member or log in.