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{"id":5104,"date":"2013-12-09T14:38:06","date_gmt":"2013-12-09T19:38:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.audiofemme.com\/?p=5104"},"modified":"2018-08-09T17:15:53","modified_gmt":"2018-08-09T21:15:53","slug":"year-end-list-notes-from-the-road-top-5-musical-destinations-of-2013","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.audiofemme.com\/year-end-list-notes-from-the-road-top-5-musical-destinations-of-2013\/","title":{"rendered":"YEAR END LIST: Notes From The Road &#8211; Top 5 Musical Destinations of 2013"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I took several road trips this year. At the beginning of 2013, adventure felt overdue\u2014something about going to new places, with no routine or expectations, opens you up to hear music you&#8217;d never think to listen to otherwise. Below are the five biggest, best surprises from the road\u2014hopefully, you&#8217;ll feel inspired to go looking for some adventure of your own.<br \/>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/PY7VXkqxT9k\" height=\"315\" width=\"560\" allowfullscreen=\"\" frameborder=\"0\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><b>5. Layla&#8217;s Bluegrass Inn\u2014Nashville:<\/b>\u00a0This september I went to Nashville, TN for the first time in my life. Walking down Broadway felt like the scene in The Wizard of Oz when Dorothy lands in Oz and suddenly everything is in technicolor.\u00a0<i>Oh my God<\/i>, I thought. Everything was lit up with neon! Everyone was wearing cowboy gear and drinking before noon! Every bar sold cheeseburgers! Wafting out of every single venue was the bass line of a country song so infectious that, had I heard it while walking down the street in New York City, I would have dropped whatever I was on my way to doing to go watch whomever was playing it.<\/p>\n<p>Layla&#8217;s is a fashionably divey and slightly over-touristed honky tonk, brimming with down-home vibes and energy, and with a band to match: The Jones were on stage, fronted by the energetic and angular Memiss Jones, who looked too small for her upright bass but slapped its wood uproariously on the downbeat anyway. They played originals and covers with equal skill, always trending towards rowdier interpretations of Southern spirituals like \u201cI&#8217;ll Fly Away.\u201d They captivated the crowd: a band of what looked to be retirees on a country tour began square dancing on the floor, and behind the table where I was sitting, a misty-eyed cowboy nipped stoically at his drink, lips trembling during ballads.<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" style=\"overflow: hidden;\" src=\"https:\/\/embed.spotify.com\/follow\/1\/?uri=spotify%3Aartist%3A4FnjZDk54OVNADdYsMu2Rw&amp;size=basic\" height=\"25\" width=\"200\" frameborder=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>Memiss Jones plays at Layla&#8217;s every Thursday, from \u201c11:30 AM ta 2:00 PM\u201d according to her website. I bought The Jones&#8217; CD,and predictably, it wasn&#8217;t as irresistible as the live show had been. Honky tonk music works best in the rough, playful realm of spontaneity, and Memiss Jones worked the stage with an energy that could never be duplicated on recording.<\/p>\n<p><b>4. Willie&#8217;s Locally Known\u2014Lexington<\/b>: There are better bars in Lexington, Kentucky. Really, there are. This one is located in kind of a strip mall parking lot area, with a dust-caked neon lit-up sign floating in the window and terrible food and bikers who play Bruce Springsteen on the jukebox. One night, wedged amidst \u201cBorn In The USA,\u201d in the back room where they keep the football fans trolling for a quiet place to watch games, a bunch of banjos and mandolins lay piled on top of the pool table.<\/p>\n<p>The state of Kentucky, in general, is not hurting for live musicians, but here they seemed to happen almost by accident, coming out of the woodwork without ceremony or audience. Six or seven men sat in a circle and unassumingly began to play. The word <i>hootenanny<\/i> came to mind. Dating back to the Civil War, when a hootenanny referred to a \u201cmeeting of the minds\u201d between strategists. Hootenannies differ from shows in that they&#8217;re played for the process\u2014for that complicated, invisible knot that ties people playing improvised music together\u2014more than for the product: a show to entertain an audience. Though the venue also functions as a performance space, that evening did not involve a stage, only a collection of people sitting in chairs. Banjos dominated the impromptu stage plot, with about four for every two mandolins, plus a fiddle and a guitar. The very rough-edgedness of the performance contributed to its special magic, as if music could, under the right conditions, spring fully-formed from the beer-sticky dingy surfaces of a dive downtown, listless in the boredom of a Wednesday night.<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/rnV8JtfZJkw\" height=\"315\" width=\"560\" allowfullscreen=\"\" frameborder=\"0\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><b>3. Grey Fox Bluegrass Festival\u2014Oak Hill:\u00a0<\/b>Set at the top of a hill of one of the most gorgeous sections of New York&#8217;s already gorgeous Hudson Valley, Grey Fox Bluegrass Festival has been an annual institution since 1976. The atmosphere of the event feels like homecoming\u2014all the performers seem to be friends with each other, and with festival producer Mary Tyler Doub.<\/p>\n<p>While not much of a road trip from New York City\u2014the festival takes place about a two hour drive north of Manhattan\u2014the difference in scenery couldn&#8217;t be vaster, with the Catskills looming in the background and cowboy hats rampant in the crowd. Old and young bluegrass fans turned out in equal measure, and to that end, the spectrum of the acts varied widely from traditional bluegrass bands like the Travelin&#8217; McCourys to newer and more hybridized roots outfits. One of these, I Draw Slow, hailed from Ireland and brought a very light Celtic touch to their style, which mostly focused on expressive storytelling without compromising catchiness. Another, a cellist from California by the name of Rushad Eggleston, adopted a stage persona that originated from the made-up planet of Snee, and performed a blend of metal, bluegrass, classical, and frankly unclassifiable cello music. These two bands, while still relatively unknown compared to many of Grey Fox&#8217;s acts that weekend, garnered a lot of attention and sizable crowds for each of their performances throughout the duration of the festival.<\/p>\n<p>Though Grey Fox has long represented a kind of home, a family reunion\u2014and this was true for me, too; I used to live in the Hudson Valley\u2014this year, the memorable acts were the ones that no one had heard of before, and who didn&#8217;t stick within the grooves of pure bluegrass. While still in keeping with the spirit endemic to the festival, they expanded and improvised on it, providing reassurance to the concertgoers, it seemed to me, that the bluegrass genre is not yet finished evolving.<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/j8UEHnTI0Hc\" height=\"315\" width=\"560\" allowfullscreen=\"\" frameborder=\"0\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><b>2. Maryland Deathfest XI\u2014Baltimore: <\/b>Baltimore, MD, burial site and sometimes-home of Edgar Allan Poe, held up the Poe-ish legacy of the grotesque and absurd, of sublime revelation as discovered through darkness and extremes, with the eleventh iteration of the festival billed as \u201cAmerica&#8217;s most extreme annual metal party.\u201d Highlights included acts like Sacred Reich, Sleep, Pentagram and black metal founding fathers Venom. Before their set even began, an audience that stretched backward from the stage about the equivalent of three full New York City blocks had appeared, packed tightly together onto the lawns, streets and parking lots that had been sectioned off as concert grounds for the outdoor festival.<\/p>\n<p>Equally compelling were the concert-goers themselves, who descended upon Baltimore on Memorial Day weekend. On Sunday, the last day of the festival, downtown residents had cleared out, and the run down office buildings, streets and parks served as a veritable playground for metalheads. As I walked around the city, everyone I passed looked terrifying: clad in black and leather, heavy metal t shirts and metal chains, the festival goers seemingly changed Baltimore&#8217;s topography altogether. Just before heading into the festival, I saw a rare non-concert-goer\u2014a homeless man, nearly disfiguringly withered and old, with a shopping cart in front of him and long hair that had coagulated into a single massive dreadlock\u2014do a fantastically scandalized double take as an extremely tall and thin man walked by dressed in head to toe leather, combat boots, and extensive facial tattoos.<\/p>\n<p>Venom appeared hulkingly on stage, with shoulders and thighs so huge that they\u00a0often couldn&#8217;t \u00a0dance or thrash, and instead just stood still and made menacing faces. Although the theatricality of metal shows has grown tamer since the nineties, the aesthetic of the performance was impressive: strobe lights pulsed, a yawning, doom-heralding bass line shook the framework of the stage, and a deep bass came over the loudspeakers: <i>Ladies and gentlemen, from the depths of hell&#8230;VENOM!<\/i><\/p>\n<p>Venom spit abuse at the front row and demanded a bigger mosh pit, reverberating\u2014I&#8217;m sure\u2014into the rest of Baltimore. One weekend every year, the city turns into Metal Central, so inescapably that walking around downtown feels like being in an episode of The Twilight Zone. The world abruptly became colored in a spectrum of things that were not metal to things that were very, very metal (24 hour Wendy&#8217;s, metal; getting lost on the way to the 24 hour Wendy&#8217;s, not metal.) Cars booming on the overpass above the road where I parked my car were nothing more than heavy doom bass writ small, and, for about a day, all other rock and roll sounded wimpy\u2014and as if it were playing from about fifty miles away\u2014by comparison.<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/_5ee4UoqsFc\" height=\"315\" width=\"560\" allowfullscreen=\"\" frameborder=\"0\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><b>1. Happy Home Old Regular Baptist Church\u2014Amburgey<\/b><\/p>\n<p>Lined-out hymnody, a style of church singing once prevalent in seventeenth-century British churches, gradually lost favor in religious communities once psalm books and greater general literacy became the norm. This a capella style of call-and-response singing, in which a group leader would sing one line which would then be slowly repeated by the rest of the congregation. 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