Monday, April 14, 2014

Jimkata - Buffalo NY 12 April 2014



This past winter in Buffalo has been brutal.  And thankfully, Jimkata saved my life.  Okay, so that may seem like a far-fetched statement.  However, as a Florida girl finding myself in the coldest weather in which I have ever lived, Jimkata became my beacon of warmth during this otherwise artic winter. I discovered this Ithaca based four-piece at the Night Lights Fall Music Festival this past summer and it’s been a growing courtship ever since.  Sometimes, I am secretly convinced that Jimkata was conceived just for me. Somehow the music gods decided that I deserved a band that encompassed my love of 80’s new wave and 90’s alt rock with a jamtronica twist.  To my soul, their music is the perfect blend of every sound I love. 


A simple walk through the crowd at Nietzsche’s Saturday night was an insightful view into the cross section appeal this band possesses.  Heads to hipsters dig this band.  There are no cliques at a Jimkata show.  Instead, what you find is a sea of variety in search of the very same thing - that “sound”.  And Jimkata’s sound is so hard to describe because it spans over decades and genres. They don’t sound like anyone else, although at the right moments I am convinced I hear a homage to the Talking Heads or a tad bit of Umphrey’s McGee, but I can never be quite sure.  There is a 90’s alternative rock vibe that they own but I can’t quite put my finger on where its influence lies; perhaps a sign that these guys have actually done it right.  They are paying tribute to some of the greatest pop/rock music of the last thirty years without obvious recognition. They’ve created a sound out of love not imitation.

Last night, I noticed something about the way these four create and play their music.  Generally, like the rest of the crowd, I am too engrossed in the dance party that is a Jimkata show to watch the interaction amongst the band.  However, last night, as I captured the band through the single lens of my camera, I caught a brotherhood and passion that comes from a place of love.  There is no pretension. As I watched these four guys play with the crowd and for the crowd, I didn’t see any rock attitudes or on-stage tension.  I felt like I was watching four best friends play their music together.  Perhaps they are just good at faking it, but if that’s the case, we’re talking When Harry Met Sally good at faking it. By all appearances these boys create music to spawn fun.  I think that is why this band is so well received on the festival circuit. Jimkata‘s music is infectious, celebratory, and hopeful. 

Of the bands I currently listen to, Jimkata is probably the most radio friendly. They write songs with catchy hooks.  Lyrically, their words are crowd pleasures.  They are not afraid to write music that is interactive.  They allow their fans to join the live experience with plenty of sing-along type moments in almost every song.  There is a familiarity to their sound that you’ve never heard before but yet somehow, you have heard it before.  To paraphrase Churchill, Jimkata is a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma. My point, you can’t really describe them accurately.  You just have to see them. 


Saturday night’s show in Buffalo was the halfway point as the boys get a week off before venturing south and down the east coast for the second half of their tour.  The night’s set list provided some Jimkata classics while offering a mellower vibe in the overall feel to the night.  Raging was an option in more upbeat tunes like “American Cars” and “Chain Store”.  However, songs like “Low Low” and “Die Digital” offered the crowd a chance to just vibe on the flow.  We were treated to all four new songs from the Feel in Light EP.  And there was no shortage of the crowd belting out every word to these recently released songs, evidence that the new music has managed to connect to the fans with a quickness.

I don’t often love bands with multiple guitarists, so the fact that Jimkata has two guitarists is an oddity among my favorite bands.  Somehow Aaron and Evan don’t overpower each other.  There is no epic guitar struggle; no lead vs rhythm.  They each shine in their own moments.  That is another testament to how their sound works.  It’s harmonious even in its structure.  One of my favorite moments of the night was an impeccable face melting guitar solo from Aaron during “Electronic Stone”.  He plays with a quiet grace that hits you unexpectedly in the perfect moments. 

My only criticism of the band is that I secretly wish Evan would step away from the guitar more.  There is a sense of vulnerability in songs like “Chain Store” when he leaves the shelter of his instrument to present just a vocal front.  Maybe as a vocalist, I find it to be a connective conundrum.  Perhaps, I am partial in that I like to watch a vocalist present their skill set without armor. But those moments are so powerful and fleeting that it leaves me wanting more.  Even behind the guitar, Evan weaves mindful phrasing into tricky little earworms that you can’t help but sing along with him. 

I think it’s important to note Jimkata really is four guys truly doing the work of six musicians.  Beyond guitar duties, Aaron also handles keys.  Beside bass, Dave (and his sporty new mustache) also handles synth responsibility.  They all contribute vocally.  They create simple but unique harmonies that complement the complexity of their music.

The base to this band is a fundamentally incredible rhythm dynamic between Dave and Packy (drums). Let me digress for a minute to talk about the important of a band’s cadence in regards to drum and bass.  When it’s bad, you hear it.  A bassist and drummer that don’t sync well together sound primal but not in a good National Geographic kind of way.  It’s just raw and wrong.  It’s off putting. No matter how brilliant they may be individually as musicians, if the bassist and drummer don’t gel than nothing will ever sound right. Jimkata does not have this problem.  Even on slow tempo songs, Dave and Packy make you want to dance.  The core of their music is so right that you could replace Evan and Aaron with two monkeys and you would still want to dance to it.  I am not suggesting that either of those two should be replaced by primates.  That image in my head was too tempting not to share.  A rhythm section alone does not make a band but without a solid foundation, a band has no stability to build its sound.

And that sound… Ask anyone that has seen Jimkata live, and they will all tell you the same thing.  Be prepared to dance, be prepared to fall in love and welcome to the addiction.  You will want to see them again.  And maybe that’s the connection that their fans have.  No sorrows, no darkness, no regrets, no bitterness- just four guys creating a soundtrack of celebration that can make even a six month long polar vortex nightmare seem bearable.

The Set List

Nietzsche’s – Buffalo NY April 12th

American Cars   
When the Day Comes Nightshade >  
Roll with the Punches Lighter   
Die Digital >   
Beat the Curse   
Feel in Light 
Electronic Stone 
Daytime Fiction > 
Chain Store 
Low Low 
Swimming 
Feed

E:   
Intro/Sweet Glory
Legoland 
Devil's in the Details

Saturday, March 29, 2014

Twiddle- Buffalo NY 28 March 2014



Sometimes music is a like a religious experience for me and recently I’ve been “witnessing” for Twiddle.  I honestly feel like a missionary.  I tell anyone that will listen.  Anyone that even shows a bit of interest gets an earful of praise and admiration from me about this amazing band.  I constantly gush about this Vermont four piece like it’s my job.

My journey into the jam band/music festival scene is a slightly boring one, but I think it’s important to hear it in order to fully appreciate my love for this band, so bear with me. Most of my life I have been a slave to pop music.  I have a secret love for perfectly written earworms especially one hit wonders that litter 80’s music compilations.  My whole life, I followed slightly below the radar trends like new wave, grunge, 90’s female empowerment, pop-punk, and college rock. The bands and musicians I loved always found their way to the mainstream, and then I would pout because my once secret band was now exposed to the masses.  I was the girl that showed up at the local record store every Tuesday for new release day. Sure, I grew up with plenty of knowledge of the scene and more popular bands like the Grateful Dead.  My older sister and her husband invited me to shows often but I never went.  I hate to admit that I foolish declined to see the boys for free on more than one occasion.  Sadly, Jerry passed while I was in college so I never got the chance to see them live. 


My college boyfriend was also a fan of The Dead and he was the first to introduce me to other bands like Widespread Panic and Phish.  I enjoyed the music but I was only listening to studio work. Just like with the Dead, I also received numerous invitations to see Phish live, but I always declined.  My response was always the same; it just wasn’t “my thing”.  Anyone that knows me now can only imagine the regret that I feel.  I could have seen Phish in the mid 90’s.  But I just didn’t get it yet.  I didn’t get “the jam” thing.  I was too immersed in my world of four minute college rock instant gratification and angry chic tunes to take the time to just really listen to the music that sound tracked my life.  

While I was in college, I started working in commercial radio for one of the nation’s highest rated alternative rock stations. What started as an internship soon became a full time career. My focus became playing and promoting what the labels were pushing.   It took me years in the industry before I finally saw what commercial radio is really about and how sometimes major record labels strip most musicians of their power, skill and creativity.  Once I felt like the money was more important than the music, I exited the business. My passion for music and finding new bands had fizzled as a result. 

A few years later, I met my fiancĂ© David.  He like so many people in my life listened to the Dead.  He was an advocate of the festival scene.  He asked me to go to a festival when we first started dating and again I found comfort in my tried and tired response: “Not my thing.” He was constantly going to shows and in an attempt to get to know him better, I started tagging along to local venues for shows of bands that were staples on the festival circuits.  I begrudgingly agreed to see both Trampled by Turtles and Umphrey’s McGee, but it wasn’t until a STS9 show at the Town Ballroom in Buffalo that something clicked.  I finally noticed that there was a level of musicianship that I had never noticed or appreciated as a fan. I suddenly stopped looking at the value of music for more than just what it could do for me as a consumer and started noticing what was being gifted to me by these talented and skilled musicians.    

I found that of all the more well-known bands in the scene, I enjoyed Phish the most.  I had always appreciated their music so it was a good place to start.  And this is where my Twiddle journey began. One night David and I sat in our apartment listening to the Phish station on Last FM.  We were mid conversation, when something caught our collective attention.  We stopped talking, looked at each other and marveled. The song was “Apples”.  The band was Twiddle. 

Within a few weeks I had downloaded every studio recording I could buy.  I instantly fell in love with tracks like “When it Rains it Pours” and “Daydream Farmer”. I was playing Twiddle almost every day but I still wasn’t really listening to them yet.  Why? Because I hadn’t discovered them live.  It would be nine months from the time I heard “Apples” until I saw them in the flesh.  I was instantly hooked.  There is no comparison.  The live Twiddle experience far outweighs anything that they have produced in the studio.  I soon discovered that online, if I just simply looked for it, I could find live recordings of shows.   Now, I am listening to a whole catalog of music that I can’t just buy on ITunes. 

Twiddle is the first band in a long time where I have felt that same sense of discovery I left back in my college dorm room.  But this time it's different.  Even though I feel like Twiddle is my little secret, I don’t want to keep it that way.  Why discover music  and not share it with other people? When I speak to others at shows that want to wax poetic about the love of their favorite-must see band, I always ask one simple question, “Have you heard Twiddle yet?” My advice if you haven’t; it’s okay to check out their studio recordings or even hear some of their live shows but to truly appreciate what they do,you must see this band live.

I am sure that my friends on Facebook couldn’t wait for Friday nights show at Nietzsche’s to be behind me.  For months, I have relentlessly promoted this show and I am sure that my video posts, event invites and general girlie like gushing over this band has caused me to be hidden by at least one person.  Not to worry though, Jimkata plays in just two weeks at the same venue, so my feed will remain alive and well.

The crowd was buzzing even before the band’s first set. After a killer opening set at last year’s Camp Bisco and their November show at Nietzsche's word is spreading around Buffalo to see Twiddle.  And as the band continues to tour and land on major festivals throughout the circuit, word is spreading to catch this band in a small venue while you still can.  This night started out right as the band opened with Indigo Trigger, a beautifully crafted carefree jam with a catchy hook. Somewhere in the mist of the Atlantic Mocean/BBQ jam I ran to the bar to grab another drink and my friend Stephanie caught me as I passed her.   

BACK STORY ALERT!!!! Stephanie had previously dismissed Twiddle in various conversations.  When I first mentioned going to the show that they played last November, she griped that Mihali sounded too much like Dave Matthews.  I will admit that there might be a slight vocal similarity once in a blue moon, but sound like Dave… I told her she had to see them live.  Finally, she conceded and agreed to go with some friends to last night’s show.  “They’re incredible!” she exclaimed.   I smiled as she continued and hugged her.   “I get it! You’re right.  They’re incredible”. 

First timers marveled at how such a rich, intense sound could come from only four musicians.  Last night’s show was a celebration!  This long winter has drained almost everyone in Western New York.  But last night, at the end of another rainy, dreary, cold day, their music served as a source of warmth, light and love. I needed that release.  And from the sound of the crowd, I wasn't alone.   It’s evident that these guys are utilizing every performance to hone their sound. When I saw them in the same venue last November, I was instantly convinced of their talent and skill.  However, last night I felt like I was watching four master musicians work together to create an incredible night of music.
  
Music fans in Buffalo are always ready to throw down.  And last night we were treated to two sets. The jams didn’t disappoint with incredible versions of “Cabbage Face” and “Hattibagen McRat”.  By far the most talked about moment was “Jamflowman” complete with a “Layla” teaser.  Everyone marveled at the sheer technical skill of Mihali’s solo work.  There is nothing sloppy about the ways he handles a guitar.  It is practiced, precise and thrilling to watch!  I won’t even pretend that I understand how much dedication has gone into crafting that skill. 

When I talk about the band, I often find that I have to stop myself from the Phish comparison. Their obvious connection: a four piece with keys.  Like Mihali’s guitar, Ryan brings a whole different level of technical ability to their sound.  His notes and runs are clean, sharp pinpoints of musical revelry.  It’s celebration from structure. In Phish, Trey and Paige create these beautifully timed symphonies of controlled chaos.  But in Twiddle, Mihali and Ryan showcase impeccably timed opuses of meticulous dexterity. In less poetic terms; they have their shit together.

With so much precision at the front of the band, it’s only fitting that the drums are handled by Brook in a similar manner.  There are so many layers of complexity to the beats that drive Twiddle’s music that you have to step back and realize that it may just be Brook deciding the flow of the band.  He and bassist Gubb create a seamless rhythm section for this already precision based four piece. The thing I think that makes Gubb such a great bassist is that you sometimes forget he’s there.  His bass is such an integral part of any Twiddle song that you overlook the fact that he’s the pulse of the music.  Everyone once in a while, the other three fall silent just enough to allow Gubb to remind us of his presence as you are treated to moments of  funky, gritty soul.

The structure and precision of Twiddle’s music is softened by the lyrical content.  Songs of celebration and amusing tales are intertwined amongst messages of environmental and social awareness.  Soft harmonies complement Mihali’s unique vocal tone. His passion and intensity are highlighted best in the moments where his voice is allowed to ring clear. Lyrics are thoughtful, well-written and heartfelt.  They are also very catchy.  Their covers are always varied.  Last night, we were slammed in the face by an amazing Glycerine/No Woman No Cry/Farmhouse/Wagon Wheel medley that I hope someone was recording.   Their rendition of Hallelujah was stunning. Even though it was the second time I had heard their version of it in the same venue, I wasn’t disappointed.

Amongst our crew in attendance of last nights show was my co-worker, Mitch. At 27, he had never attended a concert until last night.  A few days ago, we convinced him to come with us.  From the first song, he was hooked. I could only smile every time I caught a glimpse of his face. It was that look of pure shock and awe that comes with having your face melted for the first time.  He text me this morning already wanting to catch more shows and declaring himself a lifelong Twiddle fan.   

I joke with my friends all the time and tell them that I often feel like I’m preaching the gospel according to Twiddle.  Promoting their music and message is a redemptive journey for me.  I feel like it somehow makes up for the years of pushing radio friendly songs with little integrity and no social conscience.  I don’t discredit my time in the industry, because I know that the songs I played and the bands I promoted created amazing memories for a lot of people.  But to watch a room full of people get spun into a revival like frenzy by these four men from Vermont is a refreshing experience. If you are at a festival this summer and Twiddle is on the line-up, I highly recommend that you see their set.  Otherwise, you will have to hear everyone else gloat about it.  See them when you can and where you can.   

Last night’s two set list at Nietzsche’s - Buffalo NY
March 28th, 2014

I: Indigo Trigger
Atlantic Mocean-> BBQ -> AM
Tom's Song
Cabbage Face
Daydream Farmer
Wildfire
Jamflowman

II: Earth Mama
Glycerine/Farmhouse/No Woman No Cry/Wagon Wheel Medley
Hattibagen McRat
Hallelujah
Gatsby the Great
Zazu's Flight
Mamunes the Faun