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Willie Nile by Cristina Arrigoni

Willie Nile was made for music. One can tell that songs keep him up at night, itching to be brought to fruition and plucked on his guitar and carried on his ever-yearning, gruffly potent voice to any ears willing to listen. Nile’s music – right from his stunning self-titled 1980 debut on through his latest humanizing salvo, The Innocent Ones (released on October 24, 2011 on his own River House Records) (DI review) – is packed with streetwise hymns and rocked up folk anthems, a child of Buddy Holly, Woody Guthrie, The Ramones and The Clash, and kindred spirit to chums like Bruce Springsteen and Alejandro Escovedo. Grit and everyday gravitas infuse Nile’s tunes, and he’s been on a pretty amazing tear in the 2000s after decades of topsy-turvy industry woes. What has sustained him – and infused his work with a close-to-the-bone veracity – is an indomitable spirit, which he’s able to impart in his tunes, stage personality and general demeanor. A few minutes with Willie Nile will make a person feel like the world can be made better AND that they might have a hand in making it so. He sees our beauty even though our clothes are tattered and the lines of our lives cut deep into our faces. His songs ring with freedom and understanding, catalysts for belief that just over the horizon lays something brighter, something hopeful, something worth struggling towards.

Debut Album

I sensed you were a musical lifer from the first time the needle hit your debut, which I bought shortly after it came out. Some folks you can just tell it’s in their blood and they have no choice but to make music.

What I love is the music. I keep writing. I keep getting ideas. I’m still on fire with the inspiration that first got me interested. I love to play. I love to write. It’s fun all the way around. It inspires me, and if my shows and music inspires someone else then that’s what it’s all about.

I walked away from it in the early 80s when it turned into business and lawsuits. I got into this because it was supposed to be fun, and this wasn’t fun. I said, “Screw this!” and moved back to Buffalo to raise a family. So, it’s really only been the last two years where I’ve picked it up [playing live again]. I was always a songwriter writing away, but I love to play, too. It’s fun to get out and celebrate and have fun with people. The response I’m getting these days is really great. I’m in Europe for about four months a year now – Italy, Spain, U.K. [Nile recently returned to the U.K. for a tour that raised funds for and awareness about Parkinson’s disease - something he’s done for the past 12 years].

The Innocent Ones

Your spark is an essential part of what draws people to your music – a passion undisguised – and it’s something that’s led you into being a really independent artist over the years.

In 2000, I put out Beautiful Wreck of the World on my own label and it made money. I made the money back that I put into it and it got things rolling for me in the do-it-yourself indie world. In 2005, I made Streets of New York, and that really put me back on the map. And two years ago, I put out House Of A Thousand Guitars, and the same thing – I own it, I paid for it, and toured a lot behind it. And the same thing goes for The Innocent Ones. I have Red/Sony distribution to get it into stores but the rest – digital, etc. – I own it. It’s grace. It can be done. You don’t need to spend a fortune to make records, and if you have the songs and you can get some character on tape, well, if you believe then maybe somebody else will as well.

The lucky thing in my case is while many people’s inspiration wanes as they get older, mine’s been the exact opposite. I think the last couple records I’ve made are my best, and I have a new one written I want to record over the winter. The songs are coming fast and furious, and I feel the same way I did when I first came to the Village with a guitar years ago. Now, I have more experience in the studio and writing songs. It all comes easier to me now, just dealing with all the stuff you have to deal with can take hours, but I’m not as uptight as I was years ago about it. It seems to be working. These are good days.

Your lack of cynicism is refreshing, particularly coming from someone who’s been knee deep in this shitty industry for so long.

Willie Nile

I have no choice. I don’t know what else I would do. If I was a plumber living up in Alaska, I’d still come home every night and write. It’s so much fun for me. I’ve put stuff out on two major labels, I’ve put stuff out on my own, and it can be done. Fortunately, I’ve got enough support out there, enough fans, to keep it going. It’s really heartening. My goodness…

Your music has folk strains that go back to 60s Greenwich Village but there’s also a line back to The Beatles and the stuff that inspired The Beatles, where rock ‘n’ roll was still dangerous instead of a commodity and a cause worth signing up for.

At its best, that’s what it is. You don’t get too much of that in the mainstream. There’s not much of it to be found on radio, which has changed so much. It’s not like the old days where you turned it on and always heard new things. For me, the response to my new record has surprised me, where they say “One Guitar” is appropriate for the Occupy Wall Street movement. Many ask, “Where are the songs with meaning?” Well, songs mean something to me, whether it’s a broken-hearted love song, a song of remorse or remembrance, or a pissed-off, fuck you, stop blowing my house up song. I’m having a real awakening getting older – whether it’s walking alone into a studio, getting out in front of 70,000 people with Bruce [Springsteen, a longtime Nile pal and admirer], or making some noise touring Europe with a full band for the first time last year. We’re making headway, and it’s because the music is speaking [to people].

Willie Nile

Makes sense given the hopefulness of so much of your music. However, I have a fondness for your darker material. “Topless Amateur” off the new album is one of the best songs you’ve written.

I have a ton of those [laughs]. I can go light, I can go dark, but I just try to put a collection together that mixes it up.

You notice the people others tend to overlook.

I knew this was happening as early as three-years-old. I’d look around the room and see who the outcasts were, who nobody was paying any attention to. I don’t know why but I always knew and still do.

It creates an empathy with these people that your songwriting reflects. It’s one thing to notice them and another to have compassion and empathy for them – and to feel like one of them.

Again, I don’t why that is but I felt like one of them from very early on. I’d walk into a room and I could just tell who wasn’t feeling great or needed attention or was unrealized. I just had an antenna out for them. With [The Innocent Ones], I was able to put some songs out there for them – for better or worse [laughs].

It helps balance the sunlight in things when you show there’s another side to life.

Willie Nile by Jeff Fasano

It’s all real. It’s all there. From somebody being slaughtered on a battlefield or blown up by a terror bomb or having their heart smashed from lack of love, it’s all real and it’s all out there. You gotta follow your instincts and dreams. My recollection of the music of the 60s and 70s is music really meant something to us. It was part of our lives. I want my life to have meaning. I want to live and not just follow in someone else’s shoes. Follow your heart. Follow your passions. Follow your instincts. Live it to the fullest. We have one life, as far as we know, and I’m happy to say when I take my final breath that I gave it everything I had.

The way rock ‘n’ roll, particularly mainstream rock, has gone is divorced from these ideas. It’s consciously designed to be product, an ATM for the producers and distributors first and artists last. It’s often very successful because they really know how to build rigged slot machines out of rock ‘n’ roll now.

It’s one thing to make money but you and I know – and those of us that fell in love with rock ‘n’ roll or folk music or whatever – it means something. It helps make sense of the world. It inspires people. The Berlin Wall came down and rock ‘n’ roll had something to do with it. When rock ‘n’ roll got into the Soviet Union it was like water finding its own level, and if or when the Chinese let rock ‘n’ roll have full sway the same thing will happen.

Rock really was dangerous when it began. There were legitimate reasons parents were scared because this music challenged power structures and social norms. Rock isn’t about following rules. It’s about individuality and passion and things that can’t be easily put into words or controlled by rules.

Bill O'Reilly

Life is like that. Life is not a set of rules. It’s a wild and wooly planet we live on. Something I talk about at shows is how divided the country is, with Fox [News] pinheads on the one side and the MSNBC lackeys on the other side. There’s such a distance between them and it’s not right. It blurs what the information is. I think most people are good hearted and will make the right choices in most circumstances, but understanding the circumstances is hard under these conditions.

For example, take a cul de sac, a bunch of homes in a circle, and say Bill O’Reilly lived in one house and Keith Olberman lived in another and other houses
had right and left wingers. Then, say a 7–year-old boy gets hit by a car. They’ll all come out and see what they can do to help. My thing is the human aspect of things. We’re all brothers and sisters on this planet, and we should try to do our best to help each other. It’s simple things. It’s not complex. It gets complex when we talk about how to split the budget and there are people in companies cheating. It’s hard to sort out but most people are good.

I think that’s generally true, but it is disheartening to watch the recent Republican debates where people are cheering letting someone without health insurance die or celebrating the record breaking number of deaths by the state in Texas. One wonders if that’s just the moment – the mob mentality at work – and if someone sick actually showed up on their doorstep that they might act differently.

Bobby Kennedy

My brother died because he didn’t have health care. He was a great guy but no one knew his heart wasn’t in great shape. I asked the woman who did the autopsy if this could have been prevented and she said absolutely. If he’d gone to the doctor and checked his cholesterol it was totally treatable. Because there’s no health care that readily accessible to all in this country he couldn’t afford it and just didn’t go. I have friends in the U.K. and Spain and if they need heart surgery they can go and get it done. He’d be alive today if he could have gone to a medical center and gotten checked out. It’s heartbreaking, and it’s all the more reason for me to be a heart in my songs. What was it Bobby Kennedy used to say? We’re good people, we’re a compassionate people, but we can do better – really inspiring words to me. Both John and Bobby Kennedy carried a torch for compassion and our better nature.

It’s weird to watch people try to dismantle the good in both men posthumously, focusing on the negatives and shortcomings of their lives, as if every human being doesn’t have plenty of faults and failings.

You put any of us under the microscope and…well, you know. They were really inspiring. They made us proud to be from this country and feel like we could help set the world on a better course. It’s a great feeling to have. Life would be a lot different if they hadn’t been killed.

I wanted to talk about the One Guitar Campaign.

Alejandro Escovedo & Willie Nile by Cristina Arrigoni

I wrote “One Guitar” with Frankie and started playing around Europe last winter. It’s a song about how one guitar and one voice can maybe make things better in bigger and smaller ways around the planet – something in the vein of Woody Guthrie, Pete Seeger, Bruce Springsteen and more to come down the road. Music can enlighten. It can lighten the load and lift spirits. So, I was on the road with Alejandro Escovedo on a tour of 12-13 countries in 14 days – a pretty hard tour – where we were raising money for Parkinson’s. And in the middle of the show I’d play “One Guitar” and we’d get standing ovations, sometimes for 2-3 minutes. We’d just look at each other and wonder, “What the hell?” We’d never encountered anything like it before. So, my manager suggested we get people from all sorts of different countries and walks of life to record it and eventually put all the versions out on iTunes when we’re ready, where all the profits from that – publishing included – will go to charities. All of it is going to good places. Graham Parker has done a version. The Alarm has done a version. A bunch of people in different countries have done cool versions.

It’s amazing the power a single song can have.

It’s true. It can be “my baby broke my heart” or it can be a cause like “One Guitar.” When I play “One Guitar,” “The Innocent Ones,” or “Singin’ Bell” I feel something stirring. An older song from the early 90s, “Hard Times In America,” is perfect for the Occupy Wall Street movement – “People eating garbage/ People drinking rain/ Sleeping on the sidewalks in a cardboard hurricane/ Some are drinking whiskey/ Some are taking drugs/ Victims of society still working out the bugs/ Hard times in America.” I’m making music that means something and having a blast doing it. People are getting it and coming out and want more and more. I think I’m just getting started.

Comments Off February 2, 2012

A gentle nod to the AM radio of DI’s youth, where rock and pop mingled regularly with soul and country. Radio used to be a place to discover music that didn’t sound like it was made by a machine that loves music as much as a hammer loves a nail, and we’re happy to offer a monthly reminder of such days.

Snack Time IV from dirtyimpound on 8tracks.

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Comments Off February 1, 2012

The first time I met Jeff Austin of Yonder Mountain String Band, I gave him a couple of mix CDs as a friendly how-do-you-do over drinks at a great SF watering hole called The Connecticut Yankee. He mulled the track listings over for a minute and then said, “I’m going to listen to these in my car and think of you erotically.” Keep in mind that we’d just met a few minutes earlier, but this kind of thing seems par for the course with a natural born jester like Austin. His mischievousness comes through loud and clear in this shot from Chad Smith.

Jeff Austin by Chad Smith

Are you interested in giving Dirty Impound the finger? Are you in a band? Well, we wanna see whatcha you got, cowboys (and cowgirls)! Send us your birdie pics and we’ll add them to our archive and make sure folks know you cared enough to raise a middle finger for rock! Send pictures to freebird@dirtyimpound.com
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Freekbass by Michael Weintrob

Sometimes a name nicely sums things up. Such is the case with Freekbass, whose moniker instantly alerts one to his roots in low end sorcery in the tradition of Bootsy Collins, Larry Graham and other superhero bassists. In fact it was the Rubber Band man himself who gave Freekbass his stage name. However, even without the direct anointing, it doesn’t take long for anyone well versed in funk-lo-pedic knowledge to recognize this Cincinnati born as a natural at cosmically dappled space rock grooveology. A regular on the festival circuit, Freekbass is dazzle on two legs, adding flair and fire to whatever he lays his instrument to. He’s released educational DVDs, released a quartet of quality solo releases, collaborated with legends (George Porter Jr., DJ Logic) and quality freaks (Dead Kenny Gs), and is soon hitting the road again with Freekbot, his collaboration with DMC USA DJ champion and producer Tobotius (find dates here). When other players see Freekbass head to the stage they almost always grin, suddenly alert and ready to get into shit, splashed awake by a player who doesn’t sleepwalk through any musical engagement.

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Comments Off January 27, 2012

Indulging a classic rock jones this week with an assemblage designed to make you feel like you’re tooling down a sunlit highway in an American muscle car, a warm hand on your thigh with comely good times grinning at you from the passenger seat. But first, a dirty blues rumble from our favorite Johnny Otis obscurity…

Poundings LXXI from dirtyimpound on 8tracks.

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Stew & The Negro Problem

It’s been nearly a decade since the last album by Stew & The Negro Problem, but it’s not as if Stew and long collaborator Heidi Rodewald weren’t busy. The pair created the Off-Broadway/Broadway theatre piece Passing Strange, which was also the subject of a Spike Lee documentary. The Wikipedia entry calls it “a rock musical about a young African American’s artistic journey of self-discovery in Europe, drawing on heavy elements of existentialism, metafictional comedy, and the Künstlerroman” (the entry is worth a hop, skip & jump through the hyperlinks). It’s a work with huge reach, boundless subtleties, and lots of consciously uncomfortable moments, which also applies to Stew & The Negro Problem’s new release, Making It (released January 24 on TNP), an early contender for Best of 2012 lists.

Beginning with a funky fanfare and then quickly dissecting the virtues of stupid little songs versus the clever, broad canvas of theater, Making It delights in peeling back the covers – social, satin and otherwise. Moving with a sophisticated gait somewhere between later period Leonard Cohen and early Steely Dan, the album undresses homegrown masquerades, exposing scars and tear stained faces to the light with a deft flick. Raunchy, laugh out loud funny, and daringly honest, the song cycle is a lovely mixture of discomforting ideas in comforting settings. A ton of murky psychology swirls inside these revealing passages, but delivered with such gorgeous, yin-yang-ing judo that one only realizes their head is hitting the mat well after the knockout blow has firmly landed.

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Comments Off January 26, 2012

Time to get weird, dirty and loud – three of our favorite things at the Impound!

Poundings LXX from dirtyimpound on 8tracks.

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Comments Off January 20, 2012

This is the graduating class from 2010, the bands Dirty Impound fully expects great, surprising and delightful things from in the future. So promising are these first steps that our faith is high that they have much more to give. As we wait for what comes next, we have these damn fine platters to savor and study.

The Barr Brothers: self-titled

For all the allure of The Slip, this might be the purest studio distillation of Brad and Andrew Barr to date, a rangy, ever-exploratory reach that demands the flexibility rock once promised in days past. There is a gentle lilt to some aspects balanced by a tough, jam-ready charge elsewhere, but always songs worth leaning in for a closer listen. John Martyn’s best work comes to mind, as does Brian Eno, Wilco and the Punch Brothers, but ultimately what’s so alluring about this band is how they combine so many disparate elements into such a pleasing, unique whole.

Le Butcherettes: Sin Sin Sin

Teri “Gender Bender” Suarez is the best female tsunami to hit rock since P.J. Harvey started shouting about 50-foot queenies. It’s no surprise that The Stooges asked Le Butcherettes to open shows for them this past December – one picks up on a lot of Raw Power in this dynamite-ready-to-explode trio that exudes a frighteningly honest aura of danger and household insurrection that jives well with classic Iggy. While their fake blood spewing, pretty dress soiling concerts are garnering a lot of (justified) attention, this Omar Rodriguez Lopez produced full-length allows one to ruminate on the subtleties and lyrical barbs below the rattle ‘n’ hum, and that’s what cements Gender Bender and her band’s spot on this list – there’s a LOT going on here, not just the guttural, sticky, visceral stuff that’s easy to catch. Color us wholly fascinated and not a little smitten.

Chamberlin: Bitter Blood

One of the most addictively listenable servings of pop-aware quality rock this past year, this initial offering from this young-but-maturing-fast Vermont group is what should rule radio waves (or the visual equivalent for today’s ADD generation), a truly cool mixture of classic and modern flavors. Memorable melodies, words you want to sing along to, a layered, smart sense of sound, and more winning details mark this as a harbinger of great things ahead from the songwriting team of Ethan West and Mark Daly and the rest of this sinewy group. Producer Scott Tournet (Grace Potter and the Nocturnals) gives the proceedings depth and clarity, putting the spotlight on the right elements throughout.

Jonny Corndawg: Down On The Bikini Line

New York City may be his home but Jonny C comes across like the test tube baby of Tom T. Hall and David Alan Coe on his debut, where humor and pathos grab shots, talk about their women troubles and money woes, and generally smile through the shit flying at them. Being even a little jokey is dangerous but Corndawg could shape up to be Americana’s Ween if he keeps going where this album hints. He also might really clear the high hurdle and develop some of Todd Snider’s indestructible wit and tunesmithing knack. Speculation aside, one would be hard pressed to have a better tear-in-your-beer time than Down On The Bikini Line.

Delicate Steve: Wondervisions

Hard to describe, quite easy to enjoy, and nigh impossible to fully dissect, Delicate Steve delivered an exuberant new (largely) instrumental bent to rock in 2011. The tempo changes are at times so odd and oddly effective that they evoke Zappa and his various ensembles chugging away at the nigh-impossible, but Delicate Steve does so with bigger grins and a sunnier, Africa-touched aura that’s different and immediately visceral. Delicate Steve is a band that couldn’t have arisen in another era, the children of iPods where Ethiopian funk, Paul Simon, Steve Kimock, Talking Heads, V.M. Bhatt and Os Mutantes mingle casually, a score for a world with rapidly dissolving borders.

Empty Space Orchestra: self-titled

Seriously thrilling, original music. The Bend, OR-based quintet is the best new instrumental rock act out of the Pacific Northwest since Critters Buggin started scrambling heads and genres in the 90s. Unpredictable, massively melodic and thickly musical, this first offering is a crossroads where fusion heads, jazzbos, math rock punks, metal lovers and post-rockers can gather and perhaps move outside their biases and predilections with a sound, attitude and execution powerful enough to shift perspectives. Never once did I spin this one and not find my jaw hanging on the floor at least a few times, laughing at what they’d pulled off in a most delighted way.

Ghosts of Jupiter: self-titled

This is what I want pumping loud out of the speakers if I ever score a spaceship or rocket car. Sumptuous and classic rock wise, the eponymous debut from Boston’s Ghost of Jupiter begs serious comparison to the early works from Procol Harum, Spirit and Hendrix, while giving contemporaries like The Raconteurs a run for their money. Spearheaded by former Assembly of Dust keyboardist-singer-songwriter Nate Wilson, GOJ is a guitar nuts wet dream thanks to the twin assault of Johnny Trama and Adam Terrell. The whole enterprise rides atop the smoothly pummeling rhythm team of Thomas Arey (drums) and Tommy Lada (bass), and ride they do, cruising in a hard yet graceful way – balls and melody both abundantly apparent in these Ghosts, who haunt up strange, curious visions in their smoke trail.

The Habit: Lincoln Has Won

Immigration, a divided country, the malaise and shock of life during wartime and other sharp, large scale concepts slice and slash on this utterly fantastic Brooklyn group’s debut. What impresses is how The Habit’s ambitions don’t get in the way of rockin’ the hell out or in putting a human face on things. They are kid siblings to Exene and John Doe in their bare knuckle early flourish as well as The Pogues, who they share a gift for melancholy that’s neither forced nor false – when they pull a tear from you they’ve earned it. Lincoln Has Won deftly shows us that the conversations still dominating America’s national discourse have been going on longer than anyone might like, offering inroads to thorny subjects whilst inspiring us to kick out of our chairs, overturn the tables and dance a mad jig until things are set right once and for all.

Just An Animal: Lonely Hunter

An air of unshakeable modernity hovers over this taut, shimmering first effort from the same guys who used to be Red Cortez. Set aside any lingering preconceptions from their history though because Just An Animal seethes and stalks one with a swiftness and confidence that’s kinda steals one’s breath. One catches some quality 80s hip shake like Duran Duran and Psychedelic Furs in their sound, and they’re working some of the abstract veins tapped by Interpol and Liars, though neither drips the desperate romance of lead singer-guitarist Harley Prechtel-Cortez, and the lean-yet-enveloping production from Richard Swift further make this, well, its own animal. As bombs drop and kamikazes zoom in deadly and fast, Just An Animal swerves through the wreckage towards a light in the distance – faint and flickering but a spark nonetheless, and in such capable, eager to explore hands a spark is all one needs.

U.S. Royalty: Mirrors

Sexy fuckin’ rock ‘n’ roll. U.S. Royalty captures the long miles and loose adventure of the gypsy life and channels them through the warbled blues of early Fleetwood Mac and Black Crowes, desert rock psychedelia, Grizzly Bear-esque yearning and other glowing, softly searching lenses, refracting something beautiful and true that hums with subtext. Put another way, the layers in their music aren’t obvious beneath the group’s abundant surface charisma, but trust us, there’s layers aplenty. Mirrors hangs together really well as a complete work, a nifty exception to the bits and pieces, singles and scraps mentality amongst most young rock bands. U.S. Royalty is formulating a vision that’s already fascinating as it comes into focus.

Vanaprasta: Healthy Geometry

There are so many glorious moments on Healthy Geometry that it’s a bit surprising it’s a first record. Hailing from the hilly Silver Lake section of Los Angeles, Vanaprasta arrives fully formed AND stuffed with promise; throughout this set – fine as it is – one can feel their sky high potential (which is amped up further by their blazing live shows), a humid tangibility similar to that produced by say Radiohead’s The Bends or TV On The Radio’s Return To Cookie Mountain. The intensity, shine and electricity of modernity are apparent in these grooves, but Vanaprasta is also adept at throwing curves like handclap powered, Cars-esque “Self Indulgent Feeling.” Not so much in sound but in attitude, they recall My Morning Jacket, where one senses a willingness to follow whatever top hat wearing rabbit that scampers by and trips off their curiosity. They’ve got talent and heart aplenty – lead singer Steven Wilkin, in particular, has one of those voices that gets down to the human condition in a really pleasingly palpable way – and of all the new bands I encountered in 2011, Vanaprasta stands out as the one most likely to score a devoted cult sooner than later – it’s not hard to imagine this being THE band for someone.

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