On Life and Lessons: An Interview with the Grascals’ Kristin Scott Benson

Six-piece bluegrass band the Grascals have been a genre staple since they first formed in 2004. What continues to set the band apart in a landscape overflowing with competition has much to do with the sweetness apparent in their songs, which already overflow with driving rhythms and full-bodied harmonies. It’s a sweetness that original members Danny Roberts, Terry Smith, and Terry Eldredge have built together over time, and which the band’s current banjo player, four-time winner of International Bluegrass Music Association’s Banjo Player of the Year Kristin Scott Benson, has helped underscore since joining them six years ago.

Although the band has undergone changes over the years — most recently by adding fiddler Adam Haynes and vocalist/guitarist John Bryan to the mix — they’ve managed to infuse their modern sound with an exuberant air that refuses to become staid. That much can be seen from their work output. The Grascals released their ninth studio album, and then there’s this…, in early January and will hit the road shortly for a series of shows that will effectively keep them on the road until September.

The Grascals have a pretty lengthy tradition of playing the Grand Ole Opry. What’s it like getting on that stage … even today?

Yeah, I still remember the first time I played it; I was 19 years old. Needless to say, it’s very nerve-wracking. The first time I played it, it was at the Opry House. That’s where it is most of the time, and it’s still got all the elements that you associate with playing the Opry. It’s there at either location, but the Ryman [Auditorium] just happens to be a little special because of the history.

Absolutely. And it’s such a beautiful venue. I imagine the acoustics there are tailor-made for this genre.

I heard when Earl [Scruggs] would play a banjo solo at the Ryman, it would just explode, and you couldn’t hear what was going on because people were so excited about it. It’s easy to envision, and I’ve seen pictures from that era. It’s not an exaggeration. It’s a super special place, and it still has a lot of that charm today.

You hear, especially with some of these older auditoriums, that you can feel a sense of the history about it. Do you feel that weight when you take the stage?

Yeah, I think we do. We’re blessed to have in the band, with Terry Smith and Terry Eldredge, a couple of guys that are part of that history. We could argue at this point, they started playing the Opry in the 70s. They were both very young musicians and they are part of the history now, when we see the pictures, especially backstage. Terry Smith knows everybody in every single picture. And they have stories. I’ve listened to some live shows from the Opry before, and they’ll actually have been there, so it’s even cooler to get to play with some guys who’ve been doing this for a long time now.

Turning to the music, I’m always struck by the sweetness that comes across in the Grascals’ songs. Where does that come from? Does it have to do with each member’s different personality?

The material, oftentimes, is driven by the singers. If you’re doing vocal songs, we can all bring ideas, but the singer has to feel it and believe it. It’s primarily (I think anyway) their decision, because they have to deliver that song night after night. Especially for an emotional singer like Terry Eldredge, it has to be something he believes in because that’s how he sings. I think most of our material is driven by the taste of the vocalist.

I do really agree with what you said about personalities. The band is — it’s clichéd to say — but it’s such a great group of guys. It genuinely is. I’ve been in the band for eight years now, but they were a band for a few years before I came into it. The thing I admired most about the Grascals is they seemed to have such a great time when they played onstage; it felt like they were happy to be there. Now, as a member of the band, I can attest to the validity of that.

That’s such a hard thing to fake.

It is, and I think people can tell when you fake it. People respond to authenticity, whether it’s stage presence or vocal delivery or instrumental execution. No matter what area of music you’re talking about, whether it’s the entertainment side or the music side. They know whether it’s real or not. Sometimes the masses will respond to an extreme musical force — even if it’s not necessarily a mainstream sound — if it’s real and authentic. The Grascals do have a lot of personality. I can say that humbly, because I really don’t contribute to that.

No! How can you say that?

I get to benefit from some of the personalities in the band. They really do have a lot of cool personalities; they’re personable guys, and people can sense that it’s real.

I’m curious how the band continues to push itself creatively in new directions. More and more, you have these different versions of bluegrass popping up. I’m thinking of Punch Brothers and maybe even Greensky Bluegrass. How do you all keep pushing yourselves?

One thing that’s certainly sparked creativity is having two new members. We added Adam Haynes on fiddle a couple of years ago, and a huge transition has been adding John Bryan as one of the lead singers and a tenor singer for the band. Adam, Danny, and I all agree on what an instrumental influence adds in a group, but we also agree that a vocalist — primarily a lead singer — is such a crucial aspect of any band. You’re absolutely going to change and transition when something like that is different. John has brought a lot of energy and youthfulness to the group, and it’s pretty easy to be creative and different when you have a fundamental shift in personnel like that.

As far as the overall style of the Grascals, it’s stayed the same; it’s actually what we just talked about before. You know, Terry Smith and Terry Eldredge are very much oblivious to the bluegrass scene, as a whole … and I say that lovingly. They are not driven by anyone else. They only do what they like and what they want to do. They’re not concerned about trends or what other people like, and it’s not because they’re snooty or disinterested; they just aren’t. The Grascals have always kind of had an identity that reflects what they like in their hearts, which again goes back to authenticity. They aren’t even aware of anyone else enough to care to chase after any other thing.

I, personally, am a fan of the different sects in bluegrass, because we have this huge umbrella of acoustic music, and you take the genius of Chris Thile and the Punch Brothers, and Noam Pikelny, and all these people that I just think … I’m fascinated by them. They’re so amazing. I really think there’s room for everyone, and they’re quite different crowds with each of these circuits that you may play and see, as far as live performances.

It’s nice to know there’s room for growth because a lot of times, with any creative art, you can bump up against egos. It’s nice to hear that that’s not necessarily the case here.

Yeah, and I think everybody has their own opinion, and that’s mine. But I really do welcome it. For one thing, you named the Punch Brothers, and I’m so much a fan of Noam. I think he’s a fantastic guy and an amazing banjo player and musician. I can’t imagine not being proud to be associated with him, even in a minor way, in that we’re both banjo players. Even though we do entirely different things, an association with someone that great? Gosh, I’ll take it!

Building off that idea, then, of this collection of banjo players, you obviously sing with the Grascals. What has the banjo allowed you to express that your voice hasn’t?

Well, I’m certainly in my comfort zone playing the banjo and not singing.

Really?

Oh, yeah. I don’t like to sing. I just like to play the banjo. When I heard a banjo the first time, it was in the context of a bluegrass band. I love the instrument. I like to hear what it can do, and I love its role within a bluegrass group. The first aspect of a bluegrass band that really captured my attention as a kid was seeing Scott Vestal with Doyle Lawson & Quicksilver. This would’ve been mid-'80s. The part of that group that got me more than anything was Scott’s banjo playing. It’s certainly what I’m most comfortable doing.

There’s a heightened sense of visibility when it comes to singing. Is that what becomes intimidating?

I absolutely feel that increased visibility, and I don’t like that. I’m much more content to be on the sidelines and contribute to the band. I certainly would not like to be the center of attention. Thank goodness that there are people the other way, because some people thrive on attention. We all have our places.

I read that you give lessons. How does teaching push you to be a better player?

Well, I could talk a long time about that. It’s done so many things. My husband [Wayne Benson] — he’s a mandolin player with IIIrd Tyme Out — and he teaches, as well. We were actually a bit reluctant to teach. It wasn’t something we envisioned doing, and yet it’s grown and become a huge part of who we are. It’s almost become an entirely separate entity. There’s us when we go play and there’s us when we teach.

One thing it will do is shore up your fundamentals. This is a very specific example, but my pull-offs on the banjo have gotten better because I teach people how to do pull-offs all day and when you do ‘em slow — time after time for people — they are naturally going to get better when you play. It’s also then some more abstract things. For instance, it’s put us back in touch with the general public and put us back in touch with our audience. We do associate with the crowds after the shows and stuff, but you don’t really get to know people. You just see them for a few minutes and then they’re gone. It’s been a healthy reminder to me that people really do come to shows to enjoy themselves and they try to play these instruments to enjoy themselves, and that’s the reason you start playing an instrument. It’s a therapy and it’s an escape, and it’s something that you look forward to doing whether you’re going to come from school or work.

It’s easy to become jaded as a musician because it’s so associated with you’re living; it’s a job. Students help refocus me to the original intent I had when I played the banjo, and it was just to be excited about wherever I was. I see students in their 60s who get through a song, and they’re so excited about it and they’re invigorated. That’s how I used to feel when I was learning and I still feel that way sometimes, but the students reminded us of those super pure parts of music, which haven’t been corrupted by being overworked or being overtired, or having to travel too much, or not traveling enough. These students are such great people, and that’s how you become successful as a teacher. The skillset for that is entirely separate from performing. You really become a better teacher when you get to know your students and care about them and want to help them enjoy their instrument and help them get better. Then you really tap into a fullness where you’re not going to burn out and get tired of teaching, because it becomes personal to each of the students.

What a lovely idea, and it builds into my next question, which is something we kind of touched on earlier. You’re traveling so much; you’re playing show after show every night. In addition to having your students serve as this reminder about what the music can be and the way you can approach it, how do you keep things fresh? I feel that’s always the risk you run when you do a creative endeavor for a job.

That’s absolutely right. Anytime you’re passionate about your job, there are a lot of advantages to that. There are a few disadvantages; it’s hard to detach, if you’re not necessarily happy with something about your job. Whereas, if you just go and mindlessly invest yourself for the paycheck, it’s easier to keep things separate, I think. Because music is art, it becomes very personal. It’s tough to stay fresh and excited when the passion and the creativity of art is drug down by the mundane facts of life, as far as you’re just tired or you’re homesick.

A couple of things that help me personally — one is, there is always this underlying thankfulness I get from playing music. It’s not what I intended to do; I just started playing the banjo and one thing led to another, and I’ve been so blessed to do it, and so thankful for it. That actually doesn’t go away. Even if it’s stale, or we can’t hear each other, or whatever the circumstances may be, that underlying thankfulness is always there and I don’t lose sight of it. Now we have a son — he’s nine years old — and he’s still little, but we are all praying that he can do something for a living that he’s passionate about, because it can greatly determine how you feel about your life.

The other thing is, being in a band with guys that are overall happy guys. Like any other band, we have things going on and it’s a job, and there are things that try to pick away at the creative parts of it, but they’re good guys. We’re all pretty happy; we’re all pretty even-natured. I stand next to Terry Eldredge on stage and he’s always in a good mood. It’s kind of hard to not give it your best, when you’re up there with people who you feel like they’re doing that. It helps you have a right attitude and a right outlook on each and every night. And, then, remembering that the people who came … it’s one of many nights for us, but it’s one of one night for them. You owe it to them to try your best.

Creatively, again, having [Adam and John] come into the band, it totally changes everything. When you have a new fiddle player and singer, everything about the dynamics — personally and musically — everything about it is different. I was the last band change before Adam, so we had about six years, I guess, of complete continuity, and that’s a great thing. But you make the best of things when they happen and you just have to embrace it. We’ve been really blessed to have Adam and John come into the band, and help us move on. Now this is the new version. It’s still the Grascals, but it’s with some new people, and they have something new to bring to it.

It’s an ever fluid, changing process. How exciting.

Yeah, it is. And, when it’s people-driven, you don’t have to force it. It just is.

BGS Class of 2015: Albums

From Jason Isbell debuting at the top of three Billboard charts to Chris Stapleton sweeping the CMA Awards to Alabama Shakes nabbing five Grammy nominations, this year has proven that roots music is alive and very, very well. But, because our coverage area is so dang wide and deep, we decided that making a ranked list wasn't fair to anyone. After all, Sam Lee is baking apples while Dawes is juicing oranges. So, here are 21 of our favorite graduates from the BGS Class of 2015: Albums. For a whole bunch of others, check out BGS Class of 2015: Songs.

Valedictorian/Prom King/Class President: Jason Isbell, Something More Than Free

It's no wonder this album topped the rock, folk, and country charts when it dropped. Jason Isbell made another masterpiece of an album that absolutely defies the lines of genre and the limits of genius. Meandering through throwback country-rock and contemporary folk, Something More Than Free is a cornucopia of sonic goodness and solid songwriting. — Kelly McCartney

Best Avoidance of the Sophomore Slump: Alabama Shakes, Sound & Color

If you've only ever heard Boys & Girls, forget what you know — or think you know — about Alabama Shakes. Brittany Howard had a vision and, on Sound & Color, she let it rip, roar, rock, and roll. This album blasts soulful Southern rock into a whole new dimension. Indeed, the last third gets pretty trippy, but it's a ride worth taking. — KMc

Best Ameripolitan Hat Tip to '70s FM Radio: Andrew Combs, All These Dreams

Andrew Combs has been in and around the Nashville music scene for years now, but it's with All These Dreams that he truly came into his own as an artist to be reckoned with. From the gentle melancholy of "Rainy Day Song" to the heartful vulnerability of "In the Name of You," Combs proves that all those years listening to Guy Clark and Mickey Newbury have paid off in spades. — Brittney McKenna

Most Likely to Give You Hope for Contemporary Country Music: Ashley Monroe, The Blade

Since she couldn't make a better record than 2013's Like a Rose, Ashley Monroe made a different record with The Blade — one that is equally exquisite. Much like Lee Ann Womack, Monroe turns heartache into an almost enviable position. This is what country music is supposed to sound like. — KMc

Most Likely to Make You Shoot Some Whiskey: Chris Stapleton, Traveller

Bearded, burly, and bounding with heart and soul, the rise of country music's "new savior" is no surprise when you speak of Chris Stapleton. The Kentucky-born, Nashville-based songwriter (and former bluegrasser) has been penning tunes for big stars for years. Now it's his time to shine. Traveller isn't your typical country album: Influenced by R&B and Southern rock, it'll throttle you with different shades and colors of the genre — in a good way. — Cameron Matthews

Most Likely to Be Played in Parked Cars: Dawes, All Your Favorite Bands

The title song says it all: "May all your favorite bands stay together." Please Dawes, never never never break up … if only so we can always have albums as wonderful as this. — Amy Reitnouer

Most Likely to Make You Want to Be a Sea Captain: The Decemberists, What a Terrible World, What a Beautiful World

It would be easy to take the Decemberists' joy and jauntiness for granted, if not for the humility and humanity that they temper it with. As evidenced by the title, this one balances out those scales pretty gloriously and very gracefully. — KMc

Most Likely to Make You Give Up the American Dream: Father John Misty, I Love You, Honeybear

Who knew that the twilight of the American Dream could be a time of celebration? Singer/songwriter Josh Tillman's sophomore release as the dirty reverend, Father John Misty, encapsulates all of our fears of earning less, dying younger, living harder, and feeling nothing. But Misty wants you to be in on the joke. He's not laughing at how you bought into it all. He's laughing with you, man. I Love You, Honeybear is a brilliant satire, an absurdist love story, and, above all, one of the most important albums of the decade. — CM

Most Likely to Get You into Bluegrass (Least Likey to Start a Blood Feud): The Gibson Brothers, Brotherhood

The hermanos Gibson are a powerhouse of emotion and vocal talent in the world of bluegrass and folk music. On Brotherhood, the pair cover myriad brother bands — like the Everlys and Louvins — with grace and crystalline vocal arrangements. Put this one on the ole speakers and, after you're finished sobbing, realize that you've been a bad brother and call up Missouri asking for forgiveness. — CM

Best Soundtrack to a Love Affair: Glen Hansard, Didn't He Ramble

The man who gave us one of the most heart-wrenching love stories ever on film (He won an Oscar for Once.) is back with an equally emotional second solo record. The songs on Didn't He Ramble are all about asking for grace, forgiveness, and mercy, and by the end of the record it's the listener — like the jilted lover in one of his songs — who comes crawling back for more. — AR

Most Likely to Help You Through Some Dark, Dark Times: Gretchen Peters, Blackbirds

On Blackbirds, Gretchen Peters stretches out her glorious wings and soars into some deep valleys. This album offers not so much a light at the end of the tunnel as a candle along the way. — KMc

Most Likely to Make You Wish You Were a Better Songwriter: John Moreland, High on Tulsa Heat

With his sophomore album, In the Throes, John Moreland proved himself one of the best songwriters making music, and he somehow managed to out-do himself on this most recent collection — one that is a truly jaw-dropping listening experience from start to finish. — BMc

Most Likely to Bring About a Soul Revival: Leon Bridges, Coming Home

Soul music had a good year this year. Much of it, though, came in the blue-eyed form, from guys like Anderson East and Nathaniel Rateliff putting a modern spin on an old sound. What sets Leon Bridges and Coming Home apart is his attention to detail, as evidenced by the album's art. He's not remaking the music in his own image; he's doing exactly the opposite. And it flat out suits him. — KMc

Best Aural Equivalent of Red Wine: The Milk Carton Kids, Monterey

The Milk Carton Kids have long been known for their intricate guitar arrangements and gentle harmonies, becoming outliers in a genre that often favors banjos and bombast. On Monterey, they double-down on what sets them apart, crafting a gorgeous, cinematic album that proves sometimes it's the quiet guys who have the most to say. — BMc

Best New Kids on the Block: Mipso, Old Time Reverie

The guys and gal of this North Carolina quartet are an exciting distillation of modern bluegrass. They dress in the fashions of today, sing about issues new and old, and incorporate the athletic musicianship necessary to be a top-notch string band. Mipso's sophomore release can best be described as deliberate and care-filled. Each song is executed with a steady hand, beginning with the palindromic "Marianne." But it's the addition of Libby Rodenbough on fiddle that makes Old Time Reverie required listening. Prepare yourself a tall bourbon and enjoy this one on your city balcony. — CM

Most Likely to Make You Cry and/or Burn a Box of Photos of Your Ex: Natalie Prass, Natalie Prass

Break-ups suck and if, like Natalie Prass, you need to turn love lost into found art, you might as well do it with a kick-ass horn section. Lyrics like "our love is a long goodbye" may have you in tears, but the '70s-inspired brass will have you dancing on your way to grab those Kleenex. — BMc

Best Dystopian Opera by a String Band: Punch Brothers, The Phosphorescent Blues

Punch Brothers' latest album is the band's most mature offering to date — it's also their most difficult to handle. Lyrically, The Phosphorescent Blues is heavy, even burdensome, but it saves itself from being a droll appraisal of modernity through boundary-pushing string music. Fiddle player Gabe Witcher introduced drums into the Brothers' world, while the rest of the band acheives a synergy they have not seen before. If we're talking simply, it's like Yes made a strings album with the lyrics of Louis Carroll. — CM

Most Likely to Make You Love a Kanye West Song: Ruby Amanfu, Standing Still

Not every singer knows how to make a song their own. Ruby Amanfu does and, with Standing Still, she offers a master class in the art of interpretation. Here, she takes tunes by Bob Dylan, Jimmie Dale Gilmore, and, yes, Kanye West and turns them on their ears. The results are stunning to behold. — KMc

Best Gypsy Revival Not Starring Patti Lupone: Sam Lee & Friends, The Fade in Time

Every artist in the "heritage" movement could learn a thing or two from UK artist and song collector Sam Lee. The Fade in Time is a mystical mix of traditional folk songs and gypsy tunes — often incorporating the original recordings that Lee himself has captured — with innovative, modern, and at times tribal sounds. Highly recommend turning this up during late-night trips driving through the desert (as we did en route to Telluride Bluegrass this June). Pure magic. — AR

Most Likely to Make You Re-Think the Blues: Son Little, Son Little

Blues is one of those genres that people love to debate: Is it still alive? And, if so, is it well? Son Little is here to tell you that, yes, the blues is indeed alive and, in capable hands like his, it will be well for many years to come. — BMc

Best Multi-Generational Supergroup: Watkins Family Hour, Watkins Family Hour

When WFH announced their record early in 2015, we had serious doubts as to whether anything could encapsulate the special experience that is Sara and Sean Watkins' monthly variety hour at Largo in Los Angeles. But lo and behold, this self-titled record not only captures the warmth and camaraderie that makes the live show so special (featuring the likes of Benmont Tench, Fiona Apple, Greg Leisz, and others), but it stands up as one of the best roots albums of the year. — AR

 

For more musical goodness, check out the full Class of 2015. Follow the playlist on Spotify and add your own favorite songs to it:

Banjo Legend Bill Keith Passes

Bill Keith, known for revolutionizing the field of banjo playing, passed away last week at the age of 75. For a full obituary, head over to the New York Times.

Other Roots Music News:

ICYMI: Punch Brothers will release a new EP, out November 20. 

• Read Steve Martin's 5-10-15-20 at Pitchfork

• Alabama Shakes performed "Joe" on Colbert.

The results for the Grand Masters Fiddler Championship are in. 

• Lucinda Williams announced a new album, Ghosts of Highway 20

LABS 2015: A Big Fat Greek Hootenany

The gargantuan, sand-colored Bluegrass Situation banner that formed the backdrop for Saturday’s Greek Theater main stage performances has flown in Tennessee at three Bonnaroo super-jams, but until this weekend, it had never been hoisted in the BGS's home town of Los By God Angeles.

In other hands, very large logos can be obnoxious, as we know. But the inherent whimsy and humor of the BGS’s name, the sly Steve Martin arrow-through-the-head allusion in the design, and the endemic friendliness of the BGS’s mission made this super signage anything but Trumpian. Founder Ed Helms didn’t build this spotlight to shine on himself. For the five years since its founding, the BGS has been about elevating the finest roots/Americana talent and enlarging the audience for those artists.

They certainly succeeded with that this past weekend, attracting the biggest audience yet to the festival. And, this, when nationwide, there were more choices than a roots music fan could quite process: Hardly Strictly Bluegrass in San Francisco, World of Bluegrass in Raleigh, and Austin City Limits Festival in Texas. I swear, I had no advance warning about the deluge in North Carolina that would force IBMA indoors (and a grand time was reported there, in any event). I chose to attend the Bluegrass Situation out of fascination with this one-of-a-kind entity, and I was well-rewarded with an array of astonishing talent, including my favorite set ever by my favorite acoustic band working today. But that’s later.


[The Wild Reeds; photo by Austin Nelson for BGS]


[Dustbowl Revival; photo by Austin Nelson for BGS]


[Sam Outlaw; photo by Austin Nelson for BGS]

The Greek — a 5,800 seat amphitheater — was opened in 1930 in the hills of Griffith Park, so it’s seen and made some history. Just a few miles away and a few hundred feet below, there are palm trees. Up here you’re in the beginnings of the Santa Monica Mountains with oak and walnut and some rugged hilltops visible from the theater seats. The architecturally iconic sentinel that is the Griffith Observatory stands just nearby.

Before they opened the gates to the main theater, the Situation got situated with four sets on a plaza stage as visitors lolled around, queued up at the hipster instant haiku booth (manual typewriters), and played cornhole in the shade. The L.A.-based Wild Reeds got things started with a mix of banjo and Telecaster. Three women carried the floaty harmonies with a two-dude rhythm section lending propulsion. I was taken by the hand pump organ surging behind their sound. Maybe those are the wild reeds they’re talking about.

The Dustbowl Revival, also local, proved it’s one of the best party bands in the country with a super-crisp groove and a spot-on, two-man horn section. Whether lending new lyrics and mod touches to old-time fiddle tunes or playing spanky R&B with trombone/trumpet stabs, they impressed and made people dance. As a closer, they moved their act off stage and down amid the crowd on the plaza to blow horns, shake tambourines, and lead a lusty sing-along of Lead Belly’s “Midnight Special.”


[Spirit Family Reunion; photo by Austin Nelson for BGS]


[Gregory Alan Isakov; photo by Austin Nelson for BGS]


[Della Mae; photo by Austin Nelson for BGS]

Next came Brooklyn’s Spirit Family Reunion (the only non-L.A. act of these opening sets), doing their rambunctious, rollicking thing. Their instruments always sound like tin cans, but their Pete Seeger-ish enthusiasm drowns that out. A rather overflowing crowd had gathered in the sunny plaza by the time Sam Outlaw and his band took the stage. I was able to hear him at AmericanaFest just a couple weeks ago, and his new Angeleno album is now well in my ears. So it was a joy to hear these great, easy-going songs rendered so well. Outlaw is bringing traditional country music back to Los Angeles and, from my limited knowledge, I’d say it’s due for a comeback. He did his wry “Jesus Take the Wheel (And Drive Me to a Bar)” which made good use of pedal steel. Outlaw’s got melodies to spare, as on the lush title track, “Angeleno.” And the set closer, “Keep It Interesting,” sets marriage counseling to an infectious groove.

With that, the main amphitheater opened up and its wild architecture was revealed. It has flights of seats on the wings that float above the rocky hillside. There’s no lawn. But folks were mellow about seating so we could wander a bit and sit and visit as the music got going. And the music grew compelling very fast as Della Mae took the first set. They’ve been part of just about every BGS event I’ve ever seen, and rightly so, since they’re injecting so much visionary, feminine badassery into the old tradition. The material from the new self-titled album drifts a ways from bluegrass, and the quintet opened the set with the opening of the record, the fist-in-the-air feel of “Boston Town” and the soul sway of “Rude Awakening.” But, before long, Kimber Ludiker was leading a pulsing, knockout fiddle tune that led to fiery solos from mandolinist Jenni Lyn Gardner and guitarist Courtney Hartman. Lead vocalist Celia Woodsmith really uncorked on the Rolling Stones cover, “No Expectations,” which suited the California air. She also summed up the whole deal with the proclamation that “We’re in a pretty good spot in the world right now.”

Gregory Alan Isakov, the South African-born, world-traveling songwriter, proved an inspired choice for a sundown set amid wilderness ambience. His quartet was adept at sounding like three times that many musicians, and the experience couldn’t have been any warmer or dreamier. I was struck by “St. Valentine” with its sprightly banjo lines contrasting with a melancholy story and fiddle. Isakov has recently worked up his music with the Colorado Symphony, which he cited as “a mind-blowing experience,” and even without that support, a few tunes built to orchestral peaks that could only be described as gorgeous. A patient, refined poet is Isakov — my friend fell ears over wallet for him and bought his CD on her way home.


[Jonny Fritz; photo by Austin Nelson for BGS]


[The Lone Bellow; photo by Austin Nelson for BGS]


[Punch Brothers; photo by Austin Nelson for BGS]

The Lone Bellow would only up the ante on scale and power. If there’s a better all-around vocal trio in folk-rock than Zach Williams, Kanene Pipkin, and Brian Elmquist, I don’t know of it. Add a powerful rhythm section, steel guitar, and TLB’s cagey, dynamic arrangements, and you’ve got a flood of sound and beauty. Typically rapturous on this lovely evening was “Green Eyes and a Heart of Gold” with its proud stomp- and clap-along feel. And to prove they can move with subtlety, too, the sidemen left and the three voices sang into one mic for “Watch Over Us” from the new Then Came the Morning. It’s hard to hit exact pitches and evoke tears with just humming, but that’s what happened. The place was transfixed even as the women behind me gasped in disbelief at both the blended voices and at Elmquist’s leads. Mumford and who?

Then came the set about which I could — but won’t — write six paragraphs. Punch Brothers put together the finest repertoire of their career as they set out to promote this year’s The Phosphorescent Blues album. And they’ve refined that material over a busy 2015. The vocal parts — dense and complex like Brian Wilson’s greatest work — have been honed to thrilling perfection for up to all five guys. The songs are fascinating art, yet retain a pop hookiness. The tenderness of “My Oh My” flowed into the snark of “Boll Weevil.” The now quite old and classic “Watch ‘at Breakdown” showed dense construction and funky freedom in the breaks. “This Girl” took on a swing I’d never heard that made for some blazing solos. Some of the new material features Gabe Witcher shifting from fiddle to drums and band-wide syncopation so stark and hard core I about came unglued. Then they played classic bluegrass around one mic and segued from that into an arrangement of a Debussy piano movement from 1890 arranged for five of the most complete musicians I’ve ever seen at work.

It was the perfect contrast and spacer between rapturous power folk and the earthy California rock of Dawes.


[Dawes; photo by Austin Nelson for BGS]


[A finale for the ages; photo by Austin Nelson for BGS]

Lead singer Taylor Goldsmith told the crowd ever so nicely that he and his Dawes brothers had grown up seeing their favorite bands play the Greek and that never did they dream their “garage band” would one day play here. Hell, I would have thought they had, given their widespread acclaim and deeply appealing sound. Seated so close to Laurel Canyon, the band’s 1970s Jackson Browne vibes really stood out, but Dawes draws from a lot of wells — from Billy Joel to San Fran Jam. This was my first time catching these guys live and I’m no expert, but I heard an endearing culmination of a Golden State day with catchy tunes and some really fine songwriting. Standing out for me was “A Little Bit of Everything,” the multi-scene epic from the 2011 debut album. And who wouldn’t love the breezy, clean lines of “From a Window Seat.” I see the band had a parting of the ways with its keyboard player just before this show, but I was really struck by this piano man and his interplay with drummer Griffin Goldsmith. This was just tuneful, rocking, and sing-along good.

There was a two-part finale, in which Dawes brought a few guests/friends out for their sardonic anthem that prays that “all your favorite bands stay together.” That included song co-writer Jonny Fritz, who did a kind of backward stroll then a fair amount of ballroom dancing with the Lone Bellow’s Elmquist. So as not to end the night with irony, a dozen more of the evening’s musicians came back for a solid, benedictory of “Knocking on Heaven’s Door.” I was then extremely amused that the first track of recorded walkout music was Randy Newman’s “I Love L.A.” — not because that was in any way an odd choice, but because it was the walkout music I’d heard exactly 24 hours prior after my first-ever Dodgers game. And while I wouldn’t have said it five years ago in my ignorance and inexperience, I think now I do love L.A., and the Bluegrass Situation is one very big reason.


Lede photo by Elli Papayanopoulos for BGS

Recap: The BGS Late Night Windup at AmericanaFest 2015

The Americana Music Festival & Conference is, as its name would imply, a festival, but it's also something of a family reunion. For music industry folks, journalists, and especially, artists, the annual Nashville festival can serve as one of the only times of year the gang is all together, and as such is one of the year's biggest parties.

Spirits were high at The Basement, a music venue beneath famed record shop Grimey's, for The BGS's Late Night Windup, one of the festival's first official events, where attendees could pick up their badges before going inside to enjoy a stacked night of music.


[The BGS's Amy Reitnouer with the house band]

Della Mae and the Wood Brothers kicked off the event with their own solo sets, before taking their spots in the crowd to await the jam. Both played to a packed room, treating the audience to tunes new and old.

Our own Amy Reitnouer introduced Punch Brothers' banjo extraordinaire Noam "Pickles" Pikelny as the evening's master of ceremonies. Pikelny was joined by a house band consisting of fiddle player Christian Sedelmyer, Casey Campbell, Mike Bub and fellow Punch Brother (and newly bearded) Chris "Critter" Eldridge. Together, they provided a backdrop for a long list of special guest and surprise artists over the course of the next couple hours.

 

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The first guest was Sedelmyer's own project 10 String Symphony, a duo with fellow Nashville musician Rachel Baiman. It ended up being a mostly covers affair, with Eddie Berman following with a cover of Paul Simon's "You Can Call Me Al," trailed by Caitlin Canty paying homage to Dolly with her own take on "Wildflowers."

One of the highlights of the night was what Pikelny dubbed "Mandolin Armageddon," in which all of the musicians on stage packed up their instruments, hopped on a space ship and saved us all from an asteroid. Just kidding — it was cooler. Sierra Hull, Casey Campbell and Della Mae's Jenni Lyn Gardner joined forces for an incendiary performance of Bill Monroe's "Big Mon," and we think that, had an asteroid been headed our way, it would have stopped in its tracks so those talented kids could finish their tune.

 

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After Mando-geddon came shuitar time, when The Wood Brothers returned to the stage to cover Bob Marley's "Stop That Train." Kelsey Waldon then schooled the audience on lesser-known country singers when she performed a Vern Gosdin tune. Rayland Baxter, a self-described "super stoner" who only rememebers the lyrics to his own songs, required a little audience help for his take on Graham Nash's "I Used to Be King," and the audience happily obliged.

As the night wore on, guest after guest, including Leigh Nash, Shakey Graves, and Della Mae, joined the house band for jam after jam, each one rowdier than the last. We couldn't think of a better way to kick off one of our favorite events of the year. If you joined us for last week's jam, we hope you enjoyed it as much as we did. Sorry about that hangover.


Photos courtesy of Kim Jameson

MIXTAPE: Chris Eldridge

Our second Mixtape comes by way of Punch Brothers’ guitarist and all around great guy Chris ‘Critter’ Eldridge.  Chris has some pretty refined tastes and, while on a short break from PB’s extensive touring schedule, sent The Bluegrass Situation the top five songs he’s listening to right now…

ARTIST:  Andy Irvine and Paul Brady
TRACK:  Plains of Kildare
ALBUM:  Andy Irvine and Paul Brady

‘I only just recently discovered Andy Irvine’s music and I have to say, he is surely one of the all time great creative minds in folk.  Irish music is new to me, but this record has to be as good a place to start as any.’

 

ARTIST:  Jimmie Rivers and Vance Terry
TRACK:  Jimmie’s Blues
ALBUM:  Brisbane Bop

‘Vance Terry on pedal steel is one of the most exciting, amazing improvisers I’ve ever heard on any instrument.  His second solo on this song is one of my favorite instrumental solos of all time.  Also, the rhythm section is laying it down!’

 

[You can purchase Brisbane Bop on Amazon]

 

ARTIST:  Jody Stecher
TRACK:  Wild Bill Jones
ALBUM:  Going Up On the Mountain

‘This is such a cool version of an old tune that we all know.  Jody Stecher is an amazing singer has a brilliant mind for songs and arrangements.  Y’all need to go and buy this record.’

 

ARTIST:  Bill Frisell
TRACK:  Nature’s Symphony
ALBUM:  Gone, Just Like a Train

‘This track is a beautiful meditation on space in music.  I love how it’s mostly just a collection of a few themes that he repeats over and over, but somehow it never gets old.’

 

ARTIST:  John Hartford
TRACK:  Old Joe Clark
ALBUM:  Morning Bugle

‘Quite simply, John Hartford is my hero.  In the best way possible he was simultaneously reverent and irreverent toward tradition.  Despite the title being the same as the old fiddle tune, this is an original song that’s funky and wild and beautiful, just like John Hartford was.’

 

You can hear Chris on the latest Punch Brothers album, Who’s Feeling Young Now?

DISPATCHES: Brothers

Photo by Rachel Fox

It is difficult even to discuss Punch Brothers. Best attempts at classifying the band by genre result in multi-hyphenated neologisms. Try hyperbolically overstating their proficiency, merely for effect, and you’ll still come up short. They’ve quite literally outgrown their instruments’ traditional sonic capacities, and often resort to banging around on all manner of unintended parts of the things to recreate the sounds in their heads. They’ve turned the traditional into a powerful and moving spectacle. They are masters, educators, and inventors. We would all do well to pay heed.

But this winter we found Punch Brothers at the end of their collective rope. They’d been hanging on to it for the best part of 18 months, touring constantly since before the release of their latest full-length, the rhetorically titled, Who’s Feeling Young Now? They, clearly, were not. And ‘Brothers’ had become a more apt descriptor by Thanksgiving of 2012 than they could ever have intended when they assigned themselves the moniker five years earlier. I have a brother. I have a wife. I even have a band mate. I have not spent as much time with any of them as the Punch Brothers have spent with each other, as they put it, ‘living in a hallway.’

The hallway is, of course, a tour bus. There are televisions, leather couches, game consoles, dvd players, a kitchen. As hallways go, it’s the top of the line. Musicians (like me) idealize the prospect of some day touring in a bus. But make no mistake, it is merely a top of the line hallway. At least eight people live in it 24 hours a day and there is nothing ideal about it at all. More than once, more than one of the band members volunteered that our joining the tour had offered a needed respite from the physical and emotional claustrophobia they’d grown weary of (I took it as a compliment). All of them spoke with a distant longing about the opportunity to pursue their vast other musical interests between the end of this Punch Brothers album cycle and the start of the next. They love each other deeply and desperately needed to be apart, finally.

It is no small feat, then, that all 5 members summoned nightly the genuine inspiration, indeed the revelation, necessary and intrinsic to their performance. A good deal of their show is improvised – actual real-life creativity happening before our eyes. Those parts never fell flat. Not ever. Neither did the well-orchestrated sections. Even the songs they played every night, ‘Flippen’, ‘Movement and Location’, ‘Rye Whiskey’, felt as though they’d only just been invented, yet somehow already perfected. I shared the audiences’ astonishment at the depth of the achievement unfolding before us.

What I was happy not to share, to keep all for myself (until now, I suppose), were those times before our own opening set when Chris or Critter would trade songs with us, ready to let us lead or follow as the moment asked; the end of each night when we’d share in a fine rye or wine, and they seemed more interested to know our story than in sharing their own; the moment after soundcheck when Chris, after declaring his love of late-night cocktail-driven critique sessions with those musicians he considers his peers, invited my critiques and then offered up his own in return – both of us alternating our blunt criticisms with effusive points of praise, of course; the moment in the airport before the flight home when I found Gabe eating the ‘best airport food in the country’ (he would know) and ready to share his disappointment in, and resolve in the face of, criticism that their ‘bluegrass’ group doesn’t adhere enough to the tradition it draws upon – he’s not interested in building a museum, thank god; and the moment when Critter privately proclaimed that virtuosity is a means, not an end, and that in the end, we’re all humbly aiming for what’s true and beautiful and you don’t have to play that fast to get there.

They didn’t have to invite us onstage to perform together during their encore, but they did. They didn’t have to go out of their way to praise our songs and our show the way they did, but they did. And they sure as hell didn’t have to invite us to crowd onto their fancy ‘hallway’ to celebrate after each show. But they did.

Before we met them, I wondered how on earth Kenneth and I, brothers by now in our own right, could presume to take a stage before Punch Brothers and attempt something resembling a flatpicking folk show. Who would dare? But the members that make up their band are, above all, powerfully generous musicians and people. That is what has held them together these months and years. That is what held us all together this winter. That, in the end, is the most impressive thing about Punch Brothers.

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Photo by Brendan Pattengale

Joey Ryan is one half of The Milk Carton Kids.  Their new album, The Ash & Clay, is out March 26. You can learn more about the troubadours at their website themilkcartonkids.com.

We Had Ourselves a Situation…

 

I still can’t believe this weekend actually happened.

But it did.

This past Thursday through Sunday, May 3 – 6, the best in bluegrass, folk, roots and Americana gathered in Los Angeles, first at Largo on La Cienega, then amongst the trees of the Santa Monica mountains above the city at Tree People’s Mulholland/Coldwater park.

With the recent launch of the new site, things were already in a rather surreal state.  The site response alone has been overwhelming (not to mention all the great coverage via Ed’s Funny or Die video or the multiple articles that have been popping up).  But this weekend took things to another level.

Thursday night kicked things off with Sean and Sara Watkins, plus friends like Tom Brosseau, Willie Watson, Chris Thile, and others, after which John C Reilly did a special performance of An American Song Cycle with some of his own friends, and even featured LA-based old-time wunderkind Frank Fairfield.

Friday launched with Ed’s band The Lonesome Trio, featuring Jacob Tilove on mandolin and Ian Riggs on bass…. The Whiskey Sour Radio Hour was a true variety show, in the vein of a cracked out Prairie Home Companion, with appearances by Nick Kroll, Jenny Slate, Will Forte, and one incredible sketch involving New Yorker cartoonist Matt Diffee, the Punch Brothers, and Critter Eldridge doing his best hardcore rap.  The late show featured Chris, Noam, Critter, Gabe and Paul tearing up the stage, including rousing tributes to both Levon Helm and Earl Scruggs to round out the night.

Next, the Steep Canyon Rangers joined, along with the one and only Steve Martin on Saturday night.  I would say it’s hard to believe I was seeing the SCR guys only a few years back at The Cave in Chapel Hill, playing to a small but devoted crowd, and yet it’s not that hard to believe at all because they’re so damn good.

And as if anything could possibly top all of that, Sunday was a magical night under the stars, with acts from the three previous nights brought together on an outdoor stage, jamming to Foggy Mountain Breakdown for an encore.

To call it a Situation doesn’t even begin to cover it.

Since then, it’s been all about recovering, catching up on sleep (ha!), and getting back to work (be patient, we’ll have a brand new, updated cal available very soon).

If you were able to join us for the festival, I want to hear all about your favorite parts and any other comments you might have.  If you weren’t, well, we’re just getting started, and if this weekend was any indication, we’re on to something BIG, with plenty in store for you to join us next year.  I can’t wait.

(don’t worry… more festival photos to come soon….)

THE BIG BONNAROO LINEUP ANNOUNCEMENT

 

Two months ago, we told you the big news:  WE’RE HEADED TO BONNAROO.

But DUH you already knew that.  Now it’s time for the announcement we’re REALLY excited about:  who’s playing the Sitch stage!  For an announcement this big, we have none other than our own ED HELMS to give you the scoop on what’s coming your way June 15 and 16 (black tie optional)

 

 

There are plenty of other Bonnaroo-related surprises in store for both those attending and folks who can’t make it to Manchester this year.  But one thing is for sure….

…it’s going to be quite the Situation.

PREVIEW: Punch Brothers (+ LA ticket giveaway!)

 

For those of you in the LA area, perennial favorite and friends of The Sitch, the PUNCH BROTHERS, make their return to our fair city this Saturday, December 1 at the Luckman Fine Arts Complex at Cal State’s LA campus, marking their third appearance in the city this year (including our own LA Bluegrass Situation festival this past May).  It’s been a busy year for the band.  After releasing their latest album ‘Who’s Feeling Young Now’ last February, the guys have been on the road almost nonstop throughout 2012.

As they begin to wrap up the fall leg of their tour, The Sitch spoke with PB bass player Paul Kowert about life on the road, favorite moments, and upcoming dates…..

‘We’ve been touring ‘Who’s Feeling Young Now?’ since January, and from the outset we noticed a more favorable response than we’ve seen for previous albums. We played in 

Europe quite a bit this year for the first time, which was hard, slow work since we’re pretty new there.

Some of my highlights from the year include playing Whelan’s in Dublin, because it was my first time to Ireland, and the people were very welcoming, enthusiastic, and gave me many pints; Boone, North Carolina, where we played our largest indoor headlining show to date, and The Roskilde Festival in Denmark, where we truly felt like rock stars. Memories of great coffee, food, and bars in places like Copenhagen, Melbourne, and London flood my mind when I think of the nearly full year of touring behind us on this record. Also, memories of the inside of a Sprinter van, all of us acting like idiots or insane people, and turkey sandwiches made from ingredients on the rider every day (load on the hot sauce, it fixes everything).

After some [recently announced] February dates in 2013, we’ll be taking some much needed time off to be at home and do other things (I’ll be touring with Jordan Tice and Brittany Haas for a bit, and working on music at home somehow). And we’ll continue getting together monthly to write the next Punch Brothers record.’

Want to see the PUNCH BROTHERS for free this weekend?  Simply email [email protected] and tell us the song you can’t wait to hear them play live, and a pair of tickets could be yours.   

Opening for the band are phenomenally talented LA-natives The Milk Carton Kids.  Tickets are still available for purchase here.  With such a lineup, Saturday’s show is sure to be a memorable one.

You can learn more about Paul and the rest of the band at punchbrothers.com.