Greetings from Laurel Canyon!
River gonna take me / Sing me sweet and sleepy / Sing me sweet and sleepy / All the way back back home / It’s a far gone lullaby / Sung many years ago / Mama, mama, many worlds I’ve come / Since I first left home / Going home, going home / By the waterside I will rest my bones / Listen to the river sing sweet songs / To rock my soul
Came home from Europe Monday evening to a bad sight. Our beloved old kitty Lu Lu was in horrible shape. When Susan took poor Lu to the vet the next morning, the news was devastating. Sadly our Lu Lu didn’t make it back home. OMFG! We lost our kitty?! I mean, my wife lost her fucking cat! Fuck me. BUMMER!
Over many years I’ve learned about chicks and their pets. Loosing a pet is no laughing matter. Our life here in the canyon has (for now) been turned upside down. Needless to say, this hour of music and in fact everything the Sidels do this week has Lu Lu Sidel in mind.
Lu was a special kind of cool cat. It took me many years to gain her trust. On a first encounter she was truly one of the most unfriendly creatures I have ever met. Some called her a “weird cat,” but lil’ miss Lu was part of us, she was our cat. She greeted me late nights with her “stare” while I roamed our pad. I’m taken by how much I’ll miss our nighttime encounters.
“I believe that the better you take care of music, the better it will take care of you. I see the sacrifices that a lot of people make in the music “business” and the value that is created only when people express what they are truly passionate about…”
That’s HONEYHONEY’s Ben Jaffe from Wednesday’s First Date feature with the duo. We’re delighted to be co-sponsoring the band’s homecoming Los Angeles date with promoters Goldenvoice (they of Coachella, Firefly, FYF, Hangout and a host of other festivals you’ve most likely attended) at the El Rey Theatre this coming Wednesday, July 1. And in the spirit of taking care of the music and taking care of you—we’ve got 5 pairs of tickets to give away to join us and of course HONEYHONEY for a very special night of music, indeed. First however, some official-type background:
“The third full-length effort from L.A.-based duo HONEYHONEY, 3 is an album born from fascination with the sweet and the sleazy, light and dark, danger and magic. Working with Dave Cobb (the producer behind Jason Isbell’s Southeastern and Sturgill Simpson’s Metamodern Sounds in Country Music), lead singer/banjo player/violinist Suzanne Santo and vocalist/guitarist Ben Jaffe twist their gritty, harmony-driven brand of Southern-flavored rock & roll through tales of lost souls, broken boys, girls with gold in their spit.
PHOTOS: CHAD ELDER | Setting the tone for the evening at the Troubadour last Thursday was Los Angeles new comer Jon DeRosa.
My favorite part of this show and DeRosa’s music in general is that it’s unexpected. We all judge a book by its cover and from staring at DeRosa on stage you start to wonder if he is a lost member of the Source Family or if he just rode in on a Harley from Sturges. But as the band starts, DeRosa’s music conjures the crooning spirits of yesteryear such as Perry Como and Roy Orbison—enveloped by ghostly orchestration with David Lynch as puppet master. Definitely NOT what is anticipated by the book’s cover.
The music is both vintage and futuristic and although categorized as “pop,” DeRosa is in a genre all his own and it’s spellbinding. DeRosa held the audience’s captive attention for six beautiful songs, the same way a spiritual leader would command the attention of his congregation. Highlights include the dreamy, “Fool’s Razor” and gorgeous duet “Dancing in a Dream,” which on DeRosa’s album Black Halo features Carina Round. DeRosa closed his set with the eerier “High & Lonely,” gently taking the audience to another realm—not quote earth and not quite space—but somewhere in between.
Greetings from London!
Today marks two weeks that I’ve been in Europe. First on holiday in Spain, now this week working in London and Paris. Although I would still say there is no place like home in the canyon, I could easily live in Spain for a month of any year. The atmosphere is laid back like California and the food and climate suit us Sidels just fine.
Yesterday I made the rounds in London and ended a gorgeous English summer afternoon at Hyde Park for a big Strokes/Beck show. I really enjoy working with The Strokes. Not only do I firmly believe they are one of the few great rock bands of this new century, I find them to have a family vibe. They are cool and nice people—artists as opposed to posers—and I feel most at home around artists.
ORIGINALLY BROADCAST ON JANUARY 23, 2015 | Greetings from Laurel Canyon!
Starting the year with a three-day holiday weekend was just what I needed—a tiny bit of space to get my head around 2015. Events did unfold however. Sadness spread up in the canyon with the news that former CSN&Y drummer Dallas Taylor had passed at 66.
Legendary canyon party boy turned rehab guru to the rock elite, everybody knew ol’ Dallas. I ran into him a couple of months ago and I told him that I had spun the live audio of “Long Time Gone” with Tom Jones on the Idelic Hour, and teased him about being a much more soulful player than he ever got credit for. He chuckled, saying he always wanted to see the footage of that performance. Dallas, your legend will live on.
To go along with the Dallas news, I also read somewhere online that in a matter of days a huge asteroid will zoom by, narrowly missing the Earth (and I dare say our canyon!) It didn’t seem like anyone else noticed that news, but it did get me thinking—what if I did know an asteroid was heading our way?
Greetings from Laurel Canyon!
Or AM I in Laurel Canyon? Now you see me now you don’t. Hey—after all, school’s out. (Remember that feeling on the very last day of school? I can barely taste it but I’m sure as hell gonna try.)
For “fucking off” for the summer, I’ve created a little hour of music to blast off to. My Idelic muse was the romantic plan I held as a young man—to graduate college and make my way to Pamplona, Spain to “run with bulls.” Then to eventually settle in Barcelona to make art and exist like my heroes, Picasso, Pollack, Hemingway, and Morrison. Never did make it to Pamploma…
TVD spent a weekend at Psycho California in May and we’ve brought you a full report of all that happened at this unique music festival. Our coverage has been split into three parts, so you can take it all in one day at a time. If you were there, we hope you can relive that amazing weekend—and if you weren’t, here’s a detailed account of what you missed. Coverage of Day One can be found here and Day Two can be found here.—Ed.
Day two had gotten off to a sparse beginning, and day three wasn’t much better. As I sat and ate lunch and chatted with the guys from Wo-Fat, we watched the bleary-eyed metalheads wander into the lot little by little, like aimless walkers on the Walking Dead looking for food. Today’s menu was metal, and the feast was on its way.
I wandered in a little after 12:30 and Montreal’s Tumbleweed Dealer had already begun their set on the main stage. I walked around the venue a bit, somewhat enjoying the last moments that I would be able to move around this freely from room to room. Red Wizard finished up their opening set on the side stage and Loom followed behind them. The dual guitar attack of Hippy Goods and Ricky Rodriguez filled the venue sonically as more people filed in to fill it spatially.
PHOTOS: CHAD ELDER | Maintaining and operating at a high level of greatness is not an easy thing to do. Especially in a creative field. This is one of the many things that has made Spoon stand out since they first started releasing music 20 years ago—they are consistently fantastic.
Spoon has been performing and creating music at a very high level and are one of those indie bands you can’t file into a “sounds like this” category. Okay, yes I know Spoon has influences but they have a sound that is distinctly theirs, led by accidental rock star Britt Daniel and the band’s driving but subtle keys and guitar textures.
It has been four years in between albums for this band—a lifetime in our world of one hour news cycles and 140 character attention spans, but it was worth the wait. I don’t think I ever will understand the idea of “constant stream of content” and that artists should be consistently releasing music. Constantly creating, yes…releasing, no. I think of Spoon, especially with this stellar last album They Want My Soul, as that friend that we all have who doesn’t reveal a lot but when they do it’s always pearls of wisdom. Who cares if you are talking if you are just talking to make noise?
TVD spent a weekend at Psycho California in May and we’ll be bringing you a full report of all that happened at this unique music festival. Our coverage will be split into three parts, so you can take it all in one day at a time. If you were there, we hope you can relive that amazing weekend—and if you weren’t, here’s a detailed account of what you missed. Coverage of Day One can be found here.—Ed.
After a rare California rain on Friday, day two began with absolutely picture perfect sunny California weather. There was no line outside of the Observatory OC today, as the crowd started a bit smaller than on Friday, no doubt from overindulgence and festivities from the previous night. The grogginess of the concertgoers soon wore off, with the help of food and drink at the venue—and copious amounts of weed and metal.
Moments after the doors opened, the line for merch had already grown to epic proportions extending all the way back into the building. The setup for merch probably sounded better in theory than in the execution—entering the tent in a single file line caused an enormous backup.
Things got off to a great start on the main stage as the self-proclaimed “Halloween metal” band Acid Witch started the day off right. With singer Slasher Dave doubling on keyboards, he led the band through an awesome set full of songs about Halloween, religion, the occult, and, of course, weed. Acid Witch hands down won the Best Song Title award for the weekend, with “Metal Movie Marijuana Massacre Meltdown.”
TVD spent a weekend at Psycho California in May and we’ll be bringing you a full report of all that happened at this unique music festival. Our coverage will be split into three parts, so you can take it all in one day at a time. If you were there, we hope you can relive that amazing weekend—and if you weren’t, here’s a detailed account of what you missed.—Ed.
Metal festivals have been the norm in Europe for years and are finally catching on over here in the States. This year, the first edition of Psycho California landed at the Observatory OC in Santa Ana, CA. Three days of some of the best stoner, doom, and sludge bands that music has to offer were on hand, pouring their souls out to the eager fans from two stages. Many fans had made the pilgrimage from near and far, coming from all points of the U.S. and countries like Brazil, England, and Australia just to name a few.
Inside, the music was split between two areas: The Grizzly Stage served as the side stage and was in a smaller side room near the front of the venue. When I say “smaller,” what I mean to say is “hotter than hell cramped tiny room that would be impossible to even get into at times throughout the weekend.” Not that that would detract from the quality of the music coming from that room, it just made seeing some cherished bands a bit tough. The second are was the large main room where the Monarch Stage would serve as the main stage for the event.
Outside, there were multiple smoking areas, an area of the parking lot barricaded off for some pretty fantastic food trucks, and a back lot that was a place to relax and catch your breath, get in line for the big merchandise tent, or even see some of the Grizzly Stage bands—more on that to come.