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Sing California: Buddy Emmons in Los Angeles, 1968-1974

2015 marked the passing of pedal steel guitar legend Buddy Emmons, a man described by one contemporary as the “Picasso or Michelangelo” of his instrument. Over the span of his nearly seven-decade-long career Emmons logged innumerable sessions and released more than a dozen albums as a bandleader or solo artist. In addition, as a founding partner in the Sho-Bud and Emmons Guitar companies he designed and manufactured the instruments that he and many other top pedal steel guitarists played. But before he achieved . . .

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Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy :: I Wonder If I Care As Much

This month often finds Bonnie 'Prince' Billy and Dawn McCarthy’s warm and luminous cover of the Everly Brothers’ “Christmas Eve Can Kill You” on steady repeat. It’s perfectly cozy and bittersweet (Christmas in a nutshell) and, similar to the pair’s 2013 full-length album of Everly Brothers covers, fairly catholic to the original.

However, back . . .

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Willie Thrasher :: The Aquarium Drunkard Interview

It was a cold Christmas night when Inuit songwriter Willie Thrasher first found his musical path. He’d just finished a set with his band the Cordells, drumming at a Christmas dance, performing its normal setlist of Beatles songs and other rock & roll standards, when an old man approached their table after the show.

Thrasher doesn’t remember his name, but he remembers what he said, how he gently prodded him and his young Aboriginal bandmates. “He said, ‘Why don’t you write about your Inuit culture, about your traditional ways? About how you used to live a long time ago, how you used to live off the land?’” Thrasher says. At the time, he didn’t feel a connection to his roots, which had been taken from him as a five-year-old, when he was enrolled in a missionary school in Aklavik, in the Northwest Territories in 1953. At the school, his culture was erased from his mind. He was forbidden from speaking his native language or dance his people’s dances, and as he grew into maturity, his connection to his youth in the bush, whaling, and hunting, drifted from his mind. “I didn’t even know about my culture,” Thrasher said “The missionaries did a good job on me, taking all my culture away.”

That night, the old man told his youthful charges about their people. “So he told us, how we used to build our igloos, hunt caribou, polar bear, seals, Arctic char. The only thing we had to keep us warm was seal oil, and to light our lamps. That’s how my mom and dad’s parents used to live.” The man’s message started Thrasher down a path of reconnection. He began reading about his heritage, “watching videos” about his people’s traditions, speaking with elders. Slowly, he began to piece together history, and his studies informed his songs. The Cordells soon broke up. He decided to quit lugging his drums around and focus on guitar. He asked his bandmates to teach him, but they dismissed his requests. “They said ‘No, you’re going to take the girls away from me.’ [Laughs] They wouldn’t teach me so I learned on my own.”

He moved to Ottawa in 1970, and began writing the songs which would make up his debut album, Spirit Child. Blending traditional melodies with folk rock, it was released by the Canadian Broadcast Company in 1981 and propelled Thrasher’s career playing universities and festivals. He cites his inspirations in those days, Creedence Clearwater Revival, the Rolling Stones, the Moody Blues, Neil Young, Neil Diamond, Buffy Sainte-Marie, and Gordon Lightfoot, some of whom he shared stages with. But the promotion of Spirit Child was short lived, fizzling out after a year and a half. “Spirit Child came out and went really well for awhile then it died out,” Thrasher says.

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Aquarium Drunkard :: 2015 Year In Review

Here it is. Our obligatory year-end review. The following is an unranked list of albums that caught, and kept, our attention in 2015 . . .

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Ryan Sambol :: Now Ritual

Many moons ago, Ryan Sambol fronted the fantastic Austin band The Strange Boys. They disbanded in 2012 after 3 albums. Sambol begat the The Strange Boys at a young age, and the group was praised for its prodigious ability to synthesize all forms of roots, rock, and R&B. So much so, talk about the band became a vortex of genre names and touchstones--garage rock, Dylan, country, Doug Sahm,  Nuggets...  Apt comparisons, but what made The Strange Boys a great band was their loose, masterful evocation of all those vibes at once--they were . . .

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A Christmas Gift For You…From Phil Spector

If you have a window near, go ahead and look outside. Chances are, there are some Christmas lights up somewhere within view. In the coming weeks, you’ll probably frantically brave mall crowds and horrific parking lot jams for last-minute gifts, wondering why it is that you avoid the mall for an entire year only to finally cave when it’s impossibly chaotic, deafeningly loud and smells something like garland draped across a junior-high locker room. Nearly 50 percent of you have already seen It’s A Wonderful Life this month, and roughly 92 percent . . .

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Spacin’ :: Total Freedom

Philly’s Spacin’ are set to coast into 2016 with their long delinquent second album -  Total Freedom. Recorded deep in the depths of the Chillinger Community Center, the fuzzed out choogle they hang their no shirt, no shoes, no problem mantra on is transmitted blaringly loud on the opening cut “Over Uneasy . . .

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Cass McCombs :: The Aquarium Drunkard Interview

"Most of my albums are a simple collection of songs that have nothing to do with each other except that they were written around the same time and, perhaps, have some recurring themes,” songwriter Cass McCombs told Relix in 2013. His new collection, A Folk Set Apart: Rarities, B-Sides & Space Junk, ETC., is the result of taking away the shared time frame, a collection of songs written between 2003 and 2014, with little regard for genre -- the comp encompasses Velvets-style drones, experimental cowboy poetry, mellow folk pop, and protest ballads — and disparate themes. If McCombs’ albums are normally scattered, A Folk Set Apart is even more so. “All my records are kind of like collections, but this one being the most obvious,” McCombs tells Aquarium Drunkard via the phone. But like his best work, it hangs together in a curiously coherent way, tied together not formally, but emotionally.

Cass McCombs :: Evangeline

“I don’t know if it has flow, but it’s a weird journey and you can see the mutation of the music, of my voice even, and the people I play with…it’s definitely not commercial music,” McCombs says.

Over the last 15 years he’s worked with a number of collaborators, including guitarist Chris Cohen, drummer Joe Russo of Furthur, Mike Gordon of Phish, Tim Dewit of Gang Gang Dance, all of whom shade and color his songs and appear on the new collection. “I love playing with people who know their craft, who have a voice, something to say,” McCombs says. “You give them full reign to do whatever the fuck they want to do, they embrace that and do something with that.”

The collection is a testament to McCombs’ trust in his colleagues, but also his omnivorous musical tastes. He reels from garage punk on “I Cannot Lie” to gentle roots pop on “Three Men Sitting on a Hollow Log,” from ass shaking riff rock like “An Other” to the “hillbilly bop” of “Catacombs Cow Cow Boogie,” a “mutation of Duane Eddy, Link Wray, the Ventures -- that kind of [music was a] transition from hillbilly to rockabilly to surf and something even more randy,” McCombs says. Many of the songs featured were released on split singles with artists like the Meat Puppets, Michael Hurley, and White Magic, sharing McCombs’ love of their music and their singular approaches.

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Tom Waits :: Christmas Card From A Hooker In Minneapolis

In December of 1978, Tom Waits recorded an episode of Austin City Limits. The now-mainstay music program was in its relative infancy - only its fourth season - and had built a solid fanbase of Americana music enthusiasts. As the ACL website notes:

"...the show came in through the back door, so to speak. Terry Lickona, who became producer in Season 4, was trying to book singer Leon Redbone. Redbone and Waits shared a manager, who promptly requested . . .

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A Reflection: Vince Guaraldi Trio — A Charlie Brown Christmas

There’s loneliness and companionship, joy and despair, truth-seeking and blithe celebration, all during what’s marketed to be the most wonderful time of the year. Your interpretation of the season begets your holiday spirit, whatever version it may be — bah humbug and good tidings. It’s little surprise then that Charlie Brown’s soundtrack, as well as our own, is something just as introspective and shifting. Something like jazz . . .

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Lit Up Like A Christmas Tree: A Vintage Holiday Mixtape

Holiday esoterica from the far corners of vintage twang, fuzz, scuzz, r&b, blues, country, garage, lounge and beyond. Trim your tree with Red Simpson and Mae West, then top it off with The Sonics, Hank Snow and Champion Jack Dupree. It’s a heady brew. Go ahead, deck them halls.

Lit Up Like A Christmas Tree

Jack Scott — There’s Trouble Brewing [A-Side Version]
The Sonics — I Don’t Believe In Christmas
Mae West — Put The Loot In The Boot, Santa
Roosevelt Sykes — Let Me Hang . . .

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AD Presents: Ain’t Nothin’ To Me – The Music Of Leon Payne

Leon Payne came stumbling into the world blind from birth in Alba, Texas and went on to write two of the greatest country music songs of all time (although which two I’ll leave up to you).

Early on he hooked up with the infamous Bob Wills and his Texas Playboys and cut his first solo recordings a year later in 1939. Payne then comes down with ramble fever and decides to hit the road, spending much of the next decade roaming around and calling himself the Texas Blind . . .

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Gloria Ann Taylor :: Love Is A Hurtin’ Thing

“I gave you my last dime. . . but it looked like a ten dollar bill to me.” Those opening lines to “How Can You Say It” get at the essence of Taylor’s unique style of soul music: impassioned, all-in emotional journeys on the axis of love and pain. Love Is A Hurtin’ Thing collects Gloria Ann Taylor’s output on Selector Sound, a label she owned with her brother Leonard and her producer/husband Walter . . .

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Ulaan Khol :: Salt

The one-man band that is Steven R. Smith is definitely tough to keep up with -- just take a look at his Bandcamp page, which is stuffed with more than 30 releases under a wide array of monikers. But he's a musician who's very much worth getting to know -- and his latest effort, Salt (under the Ulaan Khol banner), is a great place to hop on board. Layering Crazy Horse-level distortion, droning feedback, and psychedelic . . .

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SIRIUS/XMU :: Aquarium Drunkard Show (Noon EST, Channel 35)

Our weekly two hour show on SIRIUS/XMU, channel 35, can be heard twice every Friday — Noon EST with an encore broadcast at Midnight EST.

SIRIUS 413: Jean Michel Bernard — Générique Stephane ++ Oliver — Off On A Trek ++ Linda Perhacs — Paper Mountain Man ++ David Wiffen — Never Make A Dollar That Way ++ David Crosby — I’d Swear There Was Somebody There ++ Neil Young — The Old Laughing Lady ++ Ellen McIlwaine — Can’t Find My Way Home ++ Dungen - Franks Kaktus . . .

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