This is one of the sweetest, most mischievous entries in DI’s ongoing salute to the raised middle finger in rock. To us, Brett Dennen looks like he’s stopped momentarily to accede to our request on his way to a cool rabbit hole that will whoosh him to a party with Paul Williams (in his Phantom of the Paradise costume), numerous dancing girls and other droll amusements, and a delectable spread drawn from Caligula’s notebooks. Yes, we’ve been told we have an over-active imagination. Thanks to Brett for flipping us off, and to most swell photographer Josh Miller for capturing the moment.
Face it, the folks behind the scenes never get the same attention, fan love, etc. as the people onstage windmilling guitars and bashing a drum kit to cinders. But it doesn’t mean the busy operators in the shadows are any less essential to the overall enterprise, and that’s abundantly clear in the case of Umphrey’s McGee Lighting Designer/Director Jefferson Waful, whose nimble fingered poetry is a key part of the dextrous muscle that makes Umph really leap and soar in concert. The Impound finds Waful’s skillz pretty devastating in the best ways, an experience that writes emotions and ideas in impermanent waves. So, we offer the Free Bird spotlight to one of our favorite wizards behind the curtain in a shot courtesy of great DI chum Chad Smith.
The Alabama kid pulls Daddy’s Lambo over just long enough to give us the finger, and we thank him for it. Yes, Yelawolf is a man fond of flipping the bird, but this one was just for the Impound and we appreciate it. Thanks, too, to photographer Chad Smith for doing the asking & picture taking on this one. Together we can all give a fuck. Really. And mean it, too.
Usually one finds Beats Antique rocking some of the most interesting stage costumes around – which befits a band whose music steadfastly skirts any genre straightjacket while flowing with seeming effortlessness into unknown territory. However, DI lensman chum Chad Smith got them to pause backstage in their civilian garb to snag this charming Free Bird for us. Hands down, some of the best facial expressions in the series thus far – the kind of looks one usually only encounters in full-color cartoons. Love it. And check out their crazy new video below for plenty of new imagery to color your dreams tonight!
Showing a little effort wins points with the Impound. While we were already in the bag for Coke Weed because of their nicely warbled rock and fine general humor, these shots cement the deal. They just wrapped principle recording on album number three and are about to jump into a fall tour (dates here), and if you haven’t familiarized yourself with them yet, give a listen to their latest slab Nice Dreams (released April 17). Now to powder our nose and grind up some medicinal herbs…
Continuing our recent Bird gathering from Outside Lands in San Francisco, we bring you this impromptu crowd shot by Josh Miller of the Honey Island Swamp Band. After knocking out a fine start of the day set on Saturday, the band hung around to see more music. We find this an commendable trait in bands, a sign they are still fans who enjoy music from both sides of the stage. Honey Island describes themselves as “Bayou Americana,” and DI found a good sized crowd diggin’ their barroom boogie meets Little Feat vibe early in the day. These guys are true road warriors, and they’re probably coming to a town near you before too long. Check out their tour dates here. We hope you folks are enjoying We Give A Fuck Week at the Impound.
There’s little we love more at DI than a band really getting into the spirit of this Project, and the good men of White Denim surely did that in this boss shot from John Margaretten backstage at this year’s recent Outside Lands Festival in San Francisco. More on how they murdered it in their fest kick-off set soon, but for now just bask in the range of quality “fuck you” expressions in this pic as We Give A Fuck Week rolls along.
Always a busy man, Reggie Watts took a moment to participate in We Give A Fuck Week because the man genuinely does…or doesn’t, but his instincts about which things deserve a fuck are uncannily on-point. He slayed ’em at Outside Lands recently, and DI will have more to say on that in the next week, but for now enjoy this spontaneous moment from backstage at the fest. We’d live by Reggie anytime, even if his neighbor is a space alien…