just some shows. (1:6-1:11)

just some shows. (1/6 – 1/11)


Punk On The Patio

The brain child of Marshal Rones, booker at Foundations Presents and commissioner of Olde 64’s free Monday shows, Punk On The Patio is a soon-to-be monthly series of local bands (not just punk), playing to the open air nightclub, The Patio. Oxygen lovers rejoice! Your time is now!

This first installment features three bands, none of which fit the “punk” label to a safety pin point, but all whom possess the snotty grit associated with the culture. Out Go The Lights, possibly the furthest from punk, use harsh winds of technically tight noise to create sound cyclones. Slumberjack are a noisy two-piece with the voice of hundreds. And Flashlights~~ Prepared to get pounded. They’ll be your closers, spewing fuzzy vomit into the open air like very clean cat. Good thing this show is outside; I’m not sure four walls could handle it.

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Judging by the Cover

In 2015, Time Waste Management, a non-profit dedicated to empowering local artists, opened the doors to their A Place Gallery. The space was gutted and turned into a pristine venue for paintings, book releases, and performance art. On January 7 and 9, it will house a festival of zines from the likes of Bad Anime, Is It Over Yet?, Late to the Party, So Evolved, and Tittie-Thyme. Additional zines will be out for patrons via TWM’s own zine library.

If you’ve yet to experience Orlando’s zine community, take this opportunity to dive right in.

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Priest, Saskatchewan, & Day Joy

For some stupid reason, I haven’t seen Priest yet … and that’s stupid. Their blissfully atmospheric self-tiled debut was the soundtrack to many dreary, and just generally emotive, drives. The synthpop twosome are sharing The Social’s stage with fellow auditory meteorologists, Saskatchewan and Day Joy.

The former makes bipolar indie pop that could radiate the best day of your life, or mark the crypt of your grave. The voice of Chandler Strang can go from an smooth to haunting within the confines of one song, furthering these two emotional opposites.

The latter also shines, but in a more personal way. Day Joy’s folk-influenced shoegaze brings the clouds back to earth, fogging genres. I can firmly say that you should not miss one out of the three of these bands. GoOd ViBeS coming ur way~~

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Body//Talk: Island Science & Someday River

The B//T DJs you met that one time at a party, but love to dance to, are teaming up with two mint Orlando bands — one old, one new — to curdle The Milk District until dawn — probably until more like two in the morning.

Someday River (formerly Bellows) are the vets. They’ve seen da shit and are pros at live performances. I’m pretty sure new music is coming in 2016, so stay close children; Uncle Someday River is coming to tell you about his military days.

The three fresh, young faces of Island Science’s members are playing live for the first time on Saturday. They’ve released a slew of singles (find two of them here and here), which is brilliant, because they already feel like a band I know. I have no idea what their set will bring, but I’m eager to see the poppy trio prove themselves to a Body//Talk crowd.

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Ladies in Experimental Music

The musical product brought by one person is oftentimes surprising. The task of building large, multi-layered song structures by yourself is no easy feat, akin to an artist painting live. Monday at The Space Station, a crowd will see three ladies attempt to string instruments together and entertain. What makes this opportunity even more interesting is that many of these “instruments” aren’t the traditional ones we’re used to.

New York City touring artist Alexa Dexa uses toy pianos and bells as her tools. Orlando’s Tiger Fawn chooses to loop the pounding animal bones and finger-sized cymbals. The third of these musketeers, Renee is a Zombie, also incorporates looping technology, but uses accordion and classical guitar as her paints. Each of these artists appears raw before their audience, who are expecting more than your everyday singer-songwriter. I seriously doubt they will disappoint.

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just some shows. 12/11 - 12/13

just some shows. (12/11 – 12/13)

It seems [insert preferred religious/non-religious holiday here] has come early (late if you celebrate Hanukkah). This weekend, Krampus is delivering a hefty sack of music and joy to Orlando and its various neighborhoods. Whether you like to dance, mosh, or buy knick-knacks, everyone gets a gift this weekend. Enjoy.


Yogurt Smoothness ‘Slumlord’ EP Release

Pysch fuzz two-piece Yogurt Smoothness‘ last release was 2013’s Heavy Cream. Two years later, Slumlord will explode into your ears for the first time at Stardust Video & Coffee. But the Bros. Yo aren’t going to be the only ones making your latte pulse like Jeff Goldblum’s water in Jurassic Park, fellow two-piecers, Slumberjack and The Welzeins, are sharing the stage for what’s sure to be Stardust’s loudest night in years. This show is free, so you have no excuse to not pick up the new EP, available on CD or a limited edition 10″.

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You may remember 1995 as the year OJ was acquitted, the year Beanie Babies turned children into craised dope-like fiends, and the year Full House ended, leaving a everlasting hole in America’s heart. But apparently, music also existed two decades ago. Enough that the good people at Will’s Pub are dedicating an entire evening to celebrating the year Kylie Jenner was born. Teen Agers and The Pauses are performing ’95 cover sets, including songs from Radiohead, Smashing Pumpkins, Bjork, Green Day, Hum, Foo Fighters and many more — fingers-crossed for Alanis Morissette’s “Hand in My Pocket.” Comedian Larry Fulford will throw jokes way over the audience’s heads as he performs bits about news stories from that golden year. Expect at least a handful of party-goers to say, “If the glove does not fit, then you must acquit.” Or maybe It’ll just be me, saying it 50 or so times.

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A Very Body//Talk Christmas

A business office party on Xanx, B//T is holding their third annual Christmas party at The Milk District (dubbed The Nog District until 12/26) on Saturday. Resident DJs VSN QST and GRÜVV will be playing ultra-festive mixes in Sandwich Bar, while Orlando singer-songwriter Evan Taylor Jones and Midnight Inspector lull you into a sugar plum coma at Spacebar. The dance party gurus are collecting can goods to be donated to Orlandians in need. In exchange for two cans of quality food — don’t bring your Grandma’s cranberry substitute from 1995 — the $7 entry will be knocked down to 5.

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Grandma Party Bazaar 2015

Last year’s Grandma Party Bazaar was a really busy, really lively afternoon. TVW photographer Karina Curto and I live blogged the entire event. The two of us frantically bolted around snapping pictures, absorbing vibes, and regurgitating our findings for like … five hours. That being said, Grandma Party IS AWESOME. A stew of all things local, this festival of grandmas broils together handmade gifts from a variety of Orlando’s artisans and music by the cities best acts. The pot all of it’s cooked in: the parking lot of Stardust Video & Coffee.

This year, Lavola, Summer Spiders, The Secret People, Timothy Eerie, Wet Nurse, and Polylust will all take the stage sometime between 10 a.m. and 6 p.m. My hope is that Polylust will bring out a burlesque granny who sits in everyone’s lap. While perusing the abundant booths looking for a present for a loved one, be sure to stop by Hello Happy Plants, the most bazaar gardening shop you’ve never seen. They sell succulents that come in troll dolls, toilets, beer cans, chip bags, sharks and more — and the owners are just plain delightful!

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St. Paul’s Cathedral: St Paul & The Broken Bones @ The Beacham

It was Friday night at The Beacham. The streets outside were crowded with drunken partygoers and all the typical lights and clamor of downtown Orlando at play. But I was in church. St. Paul and the Broken Bones were the preacher and choir, and they skirted the line of being the idol.

I was surprised at this crowd. It was the whitest show I’ve ever been to (not a critique, an observation), which makes sense because the band is the whitest band I’ve ever seen. But boy, were they moving. You can’t help it. I was standing beside a man in cargo shorts and a stoner beanie who was dancing like a jitterbug. The tall head of white guy dreds in front of me was pulsing in time. Even the uncomfortable looking dude who was only there to pick up girls couldn’t help but bob his head.

The Bones switched comfortably between blue-eyed soul, gospel, swing-infused tunes, and even sometimes stretched to Led Zeppelin inspired riffing and guitar soloing, all behind vocalist Paul Janeway’s room-filling bellow. Even your jaded reviewer was moved to shake his hips whilst barely holding back tears.

“Vocalist” is really too small a word for dancing-crooning-crying-sweating-marshmallow- human-pipeorgan Janeway. “I started out singing in the church when I was four,” he told the crowd in his good ol’ boy drawl that barely restrains the pipes of the 6’2” African American bastard son of Otis Redding and James Brown. “So when I say amen, y’all say it back. AMEN!” For the signature number “Broken Bones and Pocket Change,” he stood on the bar among the crowd. A soccer mom in the wings almost fainted when he pointed at her. “Sorry, sometimes the spirit moves ya,” he apologized to the Beacham tech staff as he climbed back onstage. St Paul has the charisma of the Baptist minister from “The Blues Brothers” with the face of a used car salesman.

The risk of ignoring The Bones for the Saint in front was real. I think I’m probably the only person who noticed that during Janeway’s crowd antics, guitarist Browan Lollar had switched to a flamboyant glitter-covered axe worthy of Prince. But that is a testament to Janeway’s stage presense, not his ego. Each of the band members took at least one solo, with Lollar and the reedsman (whose name doesn’t seem to be on any press info…) giving standout performances. Only trumpeter Allen Branstetter didn’t take a chorus at any point. Each time, Janeway called out his man by name and the crowd answered as if it were an altar call.

Which, in a way, the whole show was. It was a bit short for a Sunday service — the set ran about 2 hours including encore, whereas my childhood mornings in an Assemblies of God church lasted about 3 — but St. Paul and companions didn’t let up. From lights up to curtains, their intensity and stamina rivaled that of Ron Jeremy on an hourly wage. The encore was 3 songs long for God’s sake.

Gospel music has been mostly absent from the public consciousness for about 40 years now, but St. Paul and the Broken Bones seem determined to bring it back with nothing but their sweat and their breath. And with appearances on NPR’s Tiny Desk concerts, Jimmy Kimmel, David Letteman, CBS This Morning, and more, they might just do it. One of Janeway’s last addresses to the Beacham crowd was that the band planned on making a habit of visiting Orlando in the winter. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll keep an eye out for their return. It might just save your soul.

St Paul & The Broken Bones @ The Beacham by Troy Cunio


Shows We Went To (SIGT Benefit Art Show): Wednesday @ Olde 64

On Friday, November 13, 2015, millions of people thought the world might be ending. And for the people affected by the senseless attacks of terror in Paris, it did. I was particularly shaken by the news that a music venue had been a target, as I probably would have known someone at the Eagles of Death Metal show that night — in fact, I could’ve been there myself.

But let’s not just think about those people, let’s help them. Fellow Orlando music publication Shows I Go To are hosting a charity art show where proceeds from all art sales go to Secours Populaire, a French non-profit that are aiding the families of the deceased. On sale will be select photos from SIGT’s year in concerts. You can also donate money at the door.

Ocala folk boys The States will be playing a set, and DJ Dizzlephunk will spin all night long. Additional info can be found at the Facebook Event Page.

I looked through the 150 different photos being sold and picked a handful that really struck me. This is just the tip of the iceberg, so come down to Olde 64 to see all of the amazing concert photos (watermark free) and help those in need. Enjoy.


SWEATER FEST 2015 (preview + playlist)

 “It’s the most wonderful time of the year.”
— Jesus (son of God)

SWEATER FEST 2014 was a landmark event. The night served as my introduction to incredible acts (and now, friends): Tiger Fawn, Someday River (at the time they were called Bellows), Fast Preacher, and ARK. On Saturday, December 19, I will again don my horrendous knitted outerwear and head to The Milk District for SWEATER FEST 2015. And this year’s lineup … oh yeah. Here’s a little taste test of the sweaty sweater goodness in-store, provided by your friends at Happy Camper Booking. Enjoy.

 If you’re at all familiar with this shitty website, you should recognize at least one of the bands on the bill. For some tight, feel-good grooves with a track record of dance hall boogie-woogie, check out Fat Night and Thrift House. When speaking of Fat Night’s 2015 EP, Lazy Days, TVW staff writer Graham Johnson had this to say:

The organ and guitar carry you throughout the album on waves of reverb and pure groove, inviting you to experience the graceful dance of the two instruments, performed by talented hands.

(Note: Fat Night are relocating to Chicago very soon, so this may be one of your last opportunities to see them kick ass, at least in the near future.)

I, myself, can vouch for Thrift House. This six-piece has only been playing live since September, but don’t be mistaken, Thrift House’s members are no spring chickens — this talent has spread itself all over Whorelando and beyond.

Maybe you consider yourself more of a rocker.”” Don’t fret little one; Daytona Beach doom woppers, Harum Scarum, and silly psych space aliens, Timothy Eerie, have the dance vitamins you crave, but with a really big muff (not what you think, but they probably don’t even use that pedal).

Rounding out this cozy, yet itchy, evening are SWIMM, Someday River, and Die Tryins. SWIMM, who jump back-and-forth between Orlando and Los Angeles, are indie poppy rocky sweetness, not unlike SWEATER FEST vets Someday River, who express the same sugary melodies, but with a cool funk. Die Tryins, on the other hand, are in a toe-tapping, indie bluegrass lane all their own. This band, formerly known as Goodrich & The Die Tryins, features Happy Camper’s Dave Hanson. He could have chosen to play with any of numerous bands he’s a part of, but he chose this one. That should convince you.

As if that wasn’t enough for your greedy commercialist ass, Frankasaurus Fresh will be hosting a silent disco on an outdoor stage. All of this for only $10. Doors are at 7, music starts at 8, and by 9, we may end the war against Christmas. Who knows?

just some shows. (11/12 – 11/14)

While perusing my never-ending borage of Facebook event invites (not complaining, I like doing things.), I noticed that there’s some good shit happening this week. Too much to ignore. These are by no means the only excellent events happening this week, but they’re the ones I’m not missing. Enjoy.


A Rock & Roll Picture Show

Thursday, Uncle Lou’s is serving-up a hearty plate of Central Florida rock & roll. Included in this six band lineup are rowdy duo Dose Amigos, lo-fi loner BLCH, and The Ashtray, an alternative rock outfit that features TVW writer Andres “Andy” Andrade. Dubbed the “Rock & Roll Picture Show,” this evening will convince your eardrums that it’s the weekend.

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Always Nothing One Year Anniversary

Orlando creative conglomerate Always Nothing never do anything by the book. On Friday, they turn one! Their birthday party is sure to be a unique combination of art and live music. The appropriately peculiar Moon Jelly will be putting on their spectacular live show — past shows have incorporated elaborate lighting rigs, projections, and neon glasses that fragment light. All of this madness serves as the canvas for the raw artistic talent that is the band’s four musicians. Joining them will be Gainesville producer Euglossine and two NYC atmospheric artists, Cuddle Information and There Are No Thieves. Not all of the night’s info is posted yet, including the location, so keep an eye on the event page.


Music On Mills

Four stages. Thirty Orlando acts. One charming street. The second annual Music on Mills festival is destined to be one of the biggest events of the year. The unstoppable Jessica Pawli has pulled together an all-Orlando lineup showcasing a myriad (the only appropriate word) of bands, solo artists, and DJs, playing at a few Mills hotspots: BART, St. Matthew’s, Wally’s, and Will’s Pub.Proceeds from the $10 ticket ($15 on Saturday) will help fund public art and safety projects in the Mills 50 District. It’s been interesting watching this event take shape — I even helped select a few of the acts (thanks Jessica for including me!).

Catch Jessica every Friday on WPRK from 4 p.m. to 5 p.m. Every other Friday, I’m on with Mitch Foster from Shows I Go To!

DO NOT MISS: ARK, The New Lows, Common Man, Someday River, Thrift House, and Zoya Zafar.

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Ladies Get Lit

On the same night as Music On Mills, Lil Indies (the bar adjacent to Will’s) is housing Ladies Get Lit, a celebration of Orlando’s literary females, hosted by three Orlando zines: let’s kiss (run by TVW contributor Karina Curto), Phosphene Girl, and Tittie-Thyme. Each will be slinging a new issue of their respective zine while musicians and spoken word artists take turns on the mic.

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photo by David Lawrence | iamdavidlawrence.com

Adjy + Thrift House @ Will’s Pub (review + photos)

Have you ever been caught talking shit? When a seemingly benign piece of gossip turns into a full-on social execution, the crypt of shame feels inescapable. Unless… you’re not the poor soul on the receiving end of embarrassment. Then it’s a goddamn riot. This was the horrifically hilarious scene that occurred last night at Will’s. And some bands played too. Enjoy.**

**This slightly entertaining anecdote is a dramatization created by my misunderstanding of a conversation, sponsored by PBR!

Thanks to David Lawrence for the photographs!

Like the victim of shit talking appearing at our table, I too fell out of the ether into Will’s. I just kinda showed up. And after a long day spent booking, I was glad to be there.

Once the event previously spewed into an introductory narrative occurred, my night really began with Thrift House. This neo-funk six-piece had talent to spare. Each member took his or her turn in front of the mic. And every one of these voices was their own, personality for days. Local singer and multi-instrumentalist Addison Muha sang like a new age Janis Joplin. Immediately afterward she switched to drums while the drummer belted a savory rock ‘n’ roll burner. It was like slow cooked ribs. Good eats.

Adjy + Thrift House Live Review | The Vinyl Warhol
photo by David Lawrence | iamdavidlawrence.com

Adjy closed out the night at Will’s. an Orlando collective sporting an uplifting brand of indie rock. It’s sure to cleanse the soul. The band exuded positive energy. Vocalist and multi-instrumentalist, Chris Noyles, threw his arms around the stage, air-hugging the entire audience as he sang. I was surprised to find out that Adjy hadn’t at one time been a praise band. I’m not sure that what I felt at Will’s was a god, but I their on-stage passion had me jiggling like good ‘ol Jimmy Christ.

Like Thrift House had earlier, most of the six-person band played numerous roles in the creation of the set. My favorite was the enthusiastic vibraphone player, Abbey Go. At one point she was joined by the light dings of a glockenspiel. Without further explanation or exploration, you should be able to deduce the kind of music Adjy play just by the inclusion of these to instruments. It’s light. It’s upbeat. It makes you feel good. Critics of enthusiasm may attack this band’s fervor, but burn the non-believers.

With that, my night at Will’s Pub ended. I meandered over to Lil Indies where Orlando blues/soul/funk legend Eugene Snowden was finishing a set with some fellow musicians. I’ve been lucky enough to see Eugene in action before, and whether he’s playing for a few or for few hundred people, one thing is constant: He’s on. And his energy pulls the best out of other musicians, who each took turns riffing on the band’s last song. Come see Eugene play with The Legendary JC’s this Sunday at Will’s 20th Anniversary Fest. I’m sure he’ll be in rare form.