Weed does not always make a man mellow. At times, it can unleash dark, slithering things in the subconscious, allowing them a little surface time in a safe setting and helping keep things civilized in this modern era. Put another way, to paraphrase something Mike Tyson once said, marijuana can help keep one from killing y’all. An old punk buddy of the Impound has long referred to it as “anger management medicine,” and this installment reflects the intersection of a bad day and good pot. We felt better afterwards and hope you will too.
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So, it’s Halloween and the Impound’s Facebook Page just hit 666 “likes”. We felt this milestone was worth noting with an anthem we love and a bit of spooked gris-gris for your doorstep. While we’ll happily see this number rise – really, just click on over and like away – we’re down to give the Devil his due on this of all days. Now, DI wolves, scream lonely in the night!
As a rule, the musicians on Jam Cruise are serious badasses. Few things express the attitude at the core of such players like a sturdy raised middle finger. We just returned from our third time aboard this floating music festival and once again found ourselves blown away by the variety of music and sheer talent and imagination on the MSC Poesia. In this era, where ‘jam’ is a bit of a rejected word in music, Jam Cruise re-instills the goodness that comes out of improvisation and impromptu interplay, a spirit that goes back to the hot jazz of the 20s/30s, early rock ‘n’ roll, and folk music pickin’ sessions as long as instruments have been around. Jam Cruise creates a space where the heat and light of such musical interactions can shine, enjoying the hiccups and warts of such adventurousness as much as all the glowing moments they pull off. One never grows anything if they aren’t willing to get some dirt under their nails, and the musicians on Jam Cruise are some dirty motherfuckers, so to speak.
The Impound’s great thanks to those willing to join in on our ongoing gallery of hearty fuck you’s. And you can read about Jam Cruise 10 in more detail with Dennis’ daily entries over at JamBase (Prelude, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday). Most of the Free Bird shots in this gallery are from killer lensman Chad Smith with a few keepers from Brad Hodge. Pics are by Chad unless labeled otherwise. Thanks, photogs, for gathering up this cavalcade of merriment for DI. We’ll hopefully have even more “birds” to show you from Jam Cruise 11 next January!
Papa Mali by Brad Hodge
Jesus Coomes of Lettuce
Dan Kurtz of The New Deal
The Lee Boys Posse by Brad Hodge
Robert Mercurio of Galactic
Ozomatli by Brad Hodge
Ryan Stasik of Umphyrey’s McGee
Everyone Orchestra’s Matt Butler
Neal Evans of Soulive
Corey Glover of Living Colour by Brad Hodge
Alex B/Paper Diamond
Nigel Hall, Jesus Coomes, DJ Williams
Michael Harrison Berg of Van Ghost
Galactic w/ Corey Glover
Brad Barr, Marco Benevento
Surprise Me Mr. Davis
Dan Kurtz of The New Deal
Matt Hubbard of 7 Walkers
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 email@example.com
In the winter of 2001, shocked and bummed out beyond belief by the 9/11 attacks and subsequent actions by my country and recently laid off for the first time in my life, I found myself adrift, a man on unknown tides tangled up in blue. Nothing made much sense and kindness and compassion seemed in terrifically short supply. Broke and bewildered, I wondered what tiny good I might do for others, what little thing I could mold with my hands that might raise a smile or prod a little contemplation from an increasingly numb populace. Thus was born the Seasonal Mix Series, an inquiry in song about where we stand as the weather changes and the calendar pages leaf by.
The goal has never been to lard these mixes with specific references to sun, snow, etc. but rather to snag the vibe of a new season, and more broadly, remind myself and others that things change and where we find ourselves today isn’t where we’ll be tomorrow. There are usually some oblique references to current events – very sadly, war and death have been near-constant subtexts – along with a few chuckles, choice covers, and more than anything, an attempt to be emotionally honest about the state of things.
Up until this point, the Seasonal Mixes have been a personal gift to friends and random strangers who seemed to need a fresh melody, a CD passed with a warm smile and a hug. Starting with this 11th winter offering, I’ll be sharing this series on Dirty Impound. Perhaps it will be a chance for the community gathering around this labor of love to pause, reflect and maybe even rejoice a bit together with folks they’ll likely never meet but share this beautiful world with – an infinitesimally small nudge towards some greater good. Comments are heartily encouraged. Tell us about where you stand, what these songs stir up, whatever. The space is open to all.
This installment is partially inspired by my recent nighttime walks around my suburban neighborhood in Northern California, drinking in the Christmas lights and cool air while stumbling across stray bits of wonder and remembering what this season felt like as a child (and how that slipped away with the years). It has a bang-up Journey cover from Clem Snide, a pair of wistful heart-tuggers from a pair of singer-songwriters you really should know (Greg Humphreys, Kiyoshi Foster), one from a master musician that deserves FAR more credit than he often gets (Papa Mali), and a couple songs that have haunted me in the finest ways all year from The Barr Brothers and Greensky Bluegrass. Finally, I dedicate the Paul Simon tune here to my lovely wife Sara, who built this website for her writer husband and never ceases to support his dreaming out loud. It’s no lie, cliché that is is, I loved her the first time I saw her. Now, let’s go make some snow angels and look up at the drifting clouds.
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