LISTEN: Jeff Cramer, “Big Man’s World”

Artist: Jeff Cramer
Hometown: Denver, Colorado
Song: “Big Man’s World”
Album: Northern 45
Release Date: January 25, 2019

In Their Words: “This song’s a bit of a deep cut for me. About a decade ago, just after graduating from college, I was working full-time at a ceramics factory in downtown Worcester, Massachusetts, and part-time at a wine bar. I had a tendency to do about as much wine drinking as serving in the role, which didn’t work out so well for the owner. One day, after having some sort of blow up in a relationship and likely over-serving myself as the bartender–immediately leading to a mutual agreement with the owner this wasn’t the right fit–I found myself alone in my room in Main South Worcester and wrote this song. Coming out of college with a super-practical philosophy degree, working two jobs, and overdrawing my bank account every week, it was easy to feel like a boy in a big man’s world. But even today, with a job, and at least a good long while without an overdraw, it’s just as easy to feel the same way–especially since the self-appointed ‘big man’ started running the show in DC.” — Jeff Cramer


Photo credit: Bridgette Aikens

LISTEN: Meadow Mountain, “Shadow of a Mountain”

Artist: Meadow Mountain
Hometown: Denver, Colorado
Song: “Shadow of a Mountain”
Album: Meadow Mountain
Release Date: November 2, 2018
Label: Tape Time Records

In Their Words: “This was the first song I wrote that I kept. I was living in Colorado at the time and wanted to write a song that evokes the scenery there. The mountains can offer sublime beauty and inspiration but they can also be very cold and uninviting places. The lyrics of ‘Shadow’ attempt to paint that picture of the Colorado mountains. It’s also the classic bluegrass tale of longing for lost love, but I decided to throw a little dark twist in at the end, which makes it even a little more lonesome.

“There isn’t really a chorus here, but rather a chorus melody, with different words every time. This lyrical technique is reminiscent of old folk ballads, where the story seems to go on and on. When we first started playing this tune live I was always nervous I was going to forget the words, and did a few times! I’m glad it’s all muscle memory now.” — George Guthrie


Photo credit: Grace Clark

Hot Rize Turns 40: Nick Forster and Tim O’Brien Look Back

He’s had 40 years to think about it, but it took Nick Forster a while to get to a real answer to some existential questions about Hot Rize, the bluegrass-rooted band he, mandolinist-singer Tim O’Brien, banjo wizard Pete Wernick and guitar master Charles Sawtelle formed in in Denver in early 1978. Just what is it that made Hot Rize, well, Hot Rize? And just what is it that make the band — which will host the 29th annual International Bluegrass Music Association Awards on Sept. 27 in Raleigh, North Carolina — still treasured, still distinctive, lo these two score years later?

Forster paused at the question, and then hemmed and hawed a bit before giving it a try. First he tried to break it down to the talents and sensibilities they each brought to the mix. Then he tackled the way they all interacted — the natural combo of O’Brien’s and Wernick’s instrumental skills, O’Brien’s voice, the instinctive guitar skills of Sawtelle (and later of Bryan Sutton, who stepped in when Sawtelle died of cancer in 1999). And then he looked at the balance of celebrating traditions and exploring new paths with choices of material. Blah blah blah. Whatever.

Finally, almost sheepishly, he mentioned one other thing: “Also maybe, I don’t know if it came through sonically, but we were having fun!” he offered. “We were pretty young and had a sense of humor and were having fun!”

Well, there we have it. For fans, for anyone who’s heard the band, there’s no “maybe” about it. From the very first gigs through the three-night anniversary celebration at the Boulder Theater in January with guests Sam Bush, Stuart Duncan and Jerry Douglas — commemorated on the new 40th Anniversary Bash album, recorded in January at the Boulder Theater — it’s that ineffable spirit that stands out, even if we can’t really identify it any better than Forster did.

But let’s let O’Brien have a stab at it as well.

“I don’t want to compare to Bob Marley or anything,” O’Brien says, risking those dangerous waters anyway. “But he was trying to make country music and rock ’n’ roll, and that’s what came out. He had his thing and place and time and what he did. We were too hippiefied and too Western or something to play it like the guys from the Southeast, I guess. We were a Boulder band, a college town band. But we were also a reaction to the Newgrass movement. We adjusted the steering a bit. That was a little too far to the left of us. So we went to the center, but we were still a good deal left of center. … So I don’t know,” he concludes. “It was a weird recipe that seemed to work.”

Not that they followed any recipe, let alone a long-term game plan.

“We thought we’d just play for the summer,” says O’Brien, pulling one right out of the Famous Last Words file.

That was the view from their first gig, in Denver, on May 1, 1978, growing out of jam sessions at the Denver Folklore Center, where they all had found jobs. From the very start there was something different, distinctive about them — the first song the four of them remember playing together was not bluegrass at all, but “Wichita Lineman.” Just two weeks after the May Day gig they were up in Minneapolis booked to play on a new public radio show called Prairie Home Companion, and a month after that they were on the bill of the Telluride Bluegrass Festival. And without even thinking about it, they found themselves in a full-time proposition.

“The fact that we didn’t have a long commitment meant we would just be a band for as long as we had gigs,” Forster says, noting that Wernick, a.k.a. Dr. Banjo, served as de facto booking agent as well as band member. “So we kept saying, ‘Yes.’ Pete would say, ‘Do you want to play this wedding? This party? This club?’ ‘Yes!’ We had a goal of trying to make $100 a week take-home pay each. That was a lot of pressure on Pete.”

It was quite the time. Forster and O’Brien were in their mid-20s, Wernick and Sawtelle in their early 30s, all having found their way to Colorado from various points on the compass, meeting through working at the Denver Folklore Center. Fairly quickly, jam sessions grew into something more solid. Forster was recruited to play electric bass (which packed into a car trunk more easily than an acoustic bass), though it was an instrument he’d never played before. As soon as they hit the road they found themselves in the middle of some amazing settings.

“It was an incredible time to be in a bluegrass band, in my view,” Forster says, a time when many of the founding fathers of the form were still going strong, while a new generation — the “newgrass” crowd — was searching for fresh ways to expand the bluegrass lexicon. “I don’t know that we’re fully the third generation of bluegrass, but maybe two-and-a-half. So if we played festivals in the late ‘70s, and because there weren’t as many bands then, a lot of times you’d play the whole weekend, Friday, Saturday and Sunday, two shows a day. So Bill Monroe and Ralph Stanley and Jim & Jesse, and [such younger bands as] Seldom Scene and Hot Rize would do two sets a day.”

That was just a part of the vibrant world in which they found themselves.

“Between the sets, you’d sit at your merch table and there’s Bill Monroe sitting at the merch table, and Jim & Jesse, and you’re at someone’s farm in Oklahoma or Georgia, so lots of personal hang time with everyone.”

They didn’t exactly become pals with the old-timers, but a community quickly formed among the younger musicians, particularly after Hot Rize became a client of booking agent Keith Case, whose roster included Newgrass Revival (featuring Sam Bush), John Hartford, autoharp magician Bryan Bowers and Norman and Nancy Blake. Case took advantage of any opportunity to have two or more of those acts sharing bills as much as he could.

“That was so incredible,” Forster says, “to be part of this rolling band of gypsies. Almost every other weekend you’d run into one or even three or four of them.”

Gig by gig it kept going, and kept getting bigger, abetted by their association with their, uh, friends, Western swing ensemble Red Knuckles & the Trailblazers. (“Oh yeah,” Forster sighs. “Those guys.”) By 1990 it had gotten so big that Hot Rize was named Entertainer of the Year in the very first IBMA Awards. But it had also gotten so big that O’Brien and Forster in particular found themselves reassessing things.

“Three things happened concurrently,” Forster says. “We achieved so many of our original goals, frankly. We got to make records, got a bus, got to play the Opry and Austin City Limits, could play any festival. Spectacular. I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, but we felt a little like, ‘Okay, we’ve done this. This is the end of a chapter.’ Pete and Charles, being older than Tim and me, said, ‘You guys, you don’t understand! This is the brass ring! We hit the jackpot! We’re a band and we can play together and it’s going to get better.’ And we being in our mid-30s rather than mid-40s thought, ‘That’s cool, but we’re going to do other things.’”

And so Hot Rize went into “rest mode,” as Forster puts it. O’Brien, who had established himself as an in-demand songwriter, signed a solo deal with RCA and recruited Forster, who had gone on tour with Sam Bush and John Cowan, to join his band. In the course of that, Forster came up with the idea for a radio show combining roots music and discussion of environmental sustainability, about as Colorado a concept as you could find. That show, eTown, launched in 1991, with its demands ultimately being too much for him to stay on the road with O’Brien.

Meanwhile, Wernick started Live Five (sometimes known as Flexigrass) with some Klezmer-meets-Dixieland approaches, while Sawtelle worked with Peter Rowan and opened a studio, taking on production gigs. There were many calls for reunions, and now and then they would get together for one-offs or a few gigs. When Sawtelle was diagnosed with cancer in 1996 there was a feeling that they needed to do something bigger and took on a full tour, resulting in a live album. After Sawtelle died in 1999 there were occasional shows with several guitarists stepping in, including Peter Rowan a few times. Then Sutton came on board as a full-time member in 2002, though “full-time” was still fairly sporadic, peaking with a 2014 album, When I’m Free, and the first real tour since the sorta-hiatus.

And then they saw that 40th anniversary looming and it was too big to overlook.

“The approach was frankly just celebratory,” Forster says of the concerts. “This is a milestone and it should not go unnoticed. So let’s just do something fun and have a party.”


Photo credit: Jim McGuire

LISTEN: Alright Alright, “The Liar”

Artist: Alright Alright
Hometown: Denver, Colorado
Song: “The Liar”
Album: Nearby
Release Date: October 5, 2018

In Their Words: “The start of this song sat in my collection of lines and hooks for a long time. Several years ago, we had been shopping for a piano when a house adjacent to the piano shop caught fire and burned down. Witnessing the event and learning about the situation around it stuck with me as I knew there was a seed of a story in it.

Eventually came an afternoon where we wandered out to the studio to rehearse together and to possibly write some. I had a songwriting workshop coming up, and I threw out the line ‘There was a fire, cross the fairway from our home’ as one we could work with. Within moments, I was off to the races. China politely left the room to make tea, and in about an hour and a half I had written the whole song. I originally thought I would take it in that format to the songwriter’s workshop, but China heard it and we trimmed it up right away. That week, it was in our set list.

That first line became my imagined story of someone witnessing this fire and then taking that cautionary tale into their life. I believe in my own life, as well as for many others, we often think we smoothly learn hard lessons from others. More often than not, our ego tells us we would never do such a thing so we don’t need to take in part of the lesson. ‘Hairspray and a lighter! That’s so dangerous and irresponsible,’ we think. But I also recall writing my name on a sidewalk with hairspray and lighting it out of boredom. I also recall trying to set a guitar on fire fairly recently. Last month, I drove our Soccer Mom SUV full of my children and their cousins on an advanced 4×4 trail until the snow stopped us. That is to say, I, perhaps, should learn all of the lessons.

This realization, in fact, occurred to me while at that same songwriter’s workshop. As part of the larger event, one where many artistic practices come together to be encouraged and sparred on by one another, there was a sort of open mic for musicians, songwriters, poets and prose writers. After hearing some of the most incredible poetry I have heard in recent times, I had to get up there and sing my songs with just me and a guitar. I had to be both straight man and foil, storyteller and comic relief. In the midst of this performer’s dance, while speaking to people I greatly respect, I said something along the lines of, ‘This is a song that I wrote after we watched a tragic situation unfold, and it was one in which we could do nothing to help. I started to think about this life and the story of the situation, and I started to see myself in it. Which is to say that I saw a tragic thing happen to someone else and then wrote a song about myself.’

A rather public confession of my subconscious truth. I was right there and could well have burned down that house with a few dumb actions. I am right here in my relationship and could well burn it down on a daily basis. I value my wife and family more than anything else, and yet a few silly mistakes and poor choices could forever alter my relationships with them. The whole cautionary tale is for me, to hopefully help me know how to clean up the messes before they are too far along. And that is still challenging for me often, and somehow this song is both a picture of who I am and a declaration that I intend to grow.” – Seth Kent


Photo credit: Matthew Greenlee

Experience Your Favorite Cities Through These Vintage Photo Collections

Everyone likes to talk about the "good ol' days" of their city — the days before high rises and high-end coffee shops took over and a little bit of history got squeezed out as a result. Most people, however, neglect to look much past the decade or two they've lived in a certain spot, forgetting the years of growth and change that brought the city to its current incarnation. We've rounded up some of our favorite spots on the web to check out cool, historic photos of some of our favorite cities, and you can give them a look.

Nashville, TN

Bob Grannis and Leila Grossman

Grannis Photography has an extensive collection of vintage photos of Nashville, from way back when at the Grand Ole Opry to the days when Green Hills Market was a fixture in what is now Trader Joe's and Whole Foods territory. The site is run by professional Nashville photographer Leila Grossman, who bought the photo archives of Bob Grannis in 1997.

Denver, CO

Photo via Denver Public Library

The digital archives of the Denver Public Library are a gold mine of historic photos, many of which are essential to understanding Western history. With over 50 collections of photographs available, the archive is sure to have something for everyone.

Chattanooga, TN

Chattanooga has a lot of history, and Deep Zoom Chattanooga is one of the web's best resources for exploring it. The image galleries, which are categorized by decade and go back to the 1800s, were pulled together by Sam Hall, a history enthusiast who spent years making the project into what it is today. 

Portland, OR

City of Portland Archives, Oregon, SE 4514 E Burnside Street near SE 45th Avenue, A2011-013, 1964

Vintage Portland is a photo blog created and run by the City of Portland Archives and Records Center. With categories broken down by both decade and geographic location, the blog is a wonderful source for anyone looking for the history of a specific Portland locale.

Los Angeles, CA

Photo via Shorpy

Shorpy, an online archive of historic photos from all over, has an extensive collection of vintage photos of Los Angeles, ranging from Old Hollywood to early businesses in some of the city's most popular neighborhoods. 

Chicago, IL

Photo via Shorpy

Shorpy is also a wonderful resource for historic photos of Chicago, collecting early images of landmarks like Grant Park and showing what 1910 Chicagoans saw as a "Changing Chicago."


Lede photo: City of Portland Archive, Oregon, Logan Oldsmobile Company on the corner of SE Grand Avenue and SE Yamhill Street, A2011-013, 1961