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The Venue, The Band, The HEAT!! (Thao and Mirah)

The Orange Show and dusk brought a calming yet excitement-filled energy; Mirah commented that the packed Orange Show made her feel like she was in a stadium-like setting. The set began with Thao’s “The Clap” with both Thao and Mirah’s individual songs equally performed, with Mirah’s voice being featured on Thao’s songs and vice versa. From toddler to gray hair, the crowd made Houston proud by becoming an additional and collective band member, clapping to at least half a dozen songs. The sound quality and talent by each band member were unmatched. Both Thao and Mirah have distinct and beautiful voices with instrumental talents that compliment each other’s styles. Songs played were from Thao’s We Brave Bee Stings and All (2008) and Know Better Learn Faster (2009) and Mirah’s Advisory Committee (2001), C’mon Miracle (2004) and (A)spera (2009) In addition to performing each other’s songs, Thao, Mirah and The Most of All played a few songs they had written together. For the encore? Mirah and Thao became a part of the audience, jumping out of the stage and joining the audience for the last few songs while the audience got on their feet. Indeed, Houston has much love for Thao and Mirah with The Most of All.

Led to Sea started the evening off with Alex Guy and her Viola, a loop pedal and songs about crashing bikes and being a bad girlfriend. Alex is also a part of The Most of All, a group of multi-instrumentalists, from clarinets to xylophones.

Houston definitely brought the Heat, both with our energy and, of course, literally. Yes there were mosquitoes and clothes were sticking to bodies, but it was worth every second.

Thanks St. Arnold’s for the delicious and refreshing Amber!

Here is a personal thanks from Thao


“Orange Show in Houston! thank you for dancing and singing and handling sparklers responsibly.”



The Wild Moccasins CD Release Runoff

The Wild Moccasins
The Wild Moccasins

The Wild Moccasins :: My Favorite Die
The Wild Moccasins :: Mailman

photos by Richard Ramirez II and Ike Theriot

The Teenage Kicks

teenage kicks

Houston came out in force Friday night to support the Wild Moccasins’ release of their new EP Microscopic Metronomes. Walter’s on Washington reached capacity before the second band, Buxton, even began to play. Many people who were turned away hung out in the packed parking lot anyway, just to soak up the scene and catch the sound bites escaping through the front door.

The Teenage Kicks greeted those early-comers who scored free pizza and a copy of Microscopic Metronomes with their ticket. By the end of their set, only a handful of EPs were left, the pizza was long gone, and the crowd was dancing.

Buxton was up next, and their following was huge. The crowd refused to move during the set change, chatting amongst themselves as they stood and waited. As a result, there was less of the jubilant dancing you usually see at Buxton gigs, and more of a jostle-and-sway as much as possible in the two inches of space around you. Buxton’s bluegrass pop has a more noticeably Southern sound than most other local bands. Zahiri and Cody of The Moccasins joined them for the last few songs of their set, to get the crowd pumped for the headlining shenanigans.

Sergio of Buxton

Sergio of Buxton

Co-frontman Cody Swann sounded genuinely touched and amazed as he thanked the sold-out crowd for their support. Greeted by enthusiastic cheers, The Moccasins launched into a new song, as vibrant and catchy as ever. Going to a Wild Moccasins show makes you feel like a latchkey kid watching The Partridge Family. You just ache to be a part of that happy, sparkly jumble of people, with their shiny clothes and beautiful mustaches. Zahira Gutierrez and Cody Swann sneak meaningful glances at each other while singing the catchiest nonsense refrains you’ve ever heard, with voices like sunny Florida oranges and big eyes like kittens in laundry hampers. They’re so cute you want to hate them, but their songs are so good you can’t. For the last song, the Moccasins invited the crowd to join them onstage to set off dollar-store confetti poppers and dance. Notable Houston musicians like Fat Tony, some Ton Tons and Young Mammals were among those onstage, grinning and singing along. You don’t find that kind of camaraderie and good vibrations among musicians in every city, and it’s a major reason why, lately, our scene is getting better and better with every show.

Review by Simone Kern & Alma Verdejo


University Of Houston Indiehouston Series with Judgment Day puts on two shows each month at the University of Houston. By bringing emerging artists to campus, we hope to revitalize student interest in Houston’s independent music scene.

The next show will be November 18, 2008 with The Mckenzies and another band TBA. [11:30am-2pm at UC underground]

Here are pictures of our last showcase, featuring Judgement Day:
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Riff Tiffs at FPH Westheimer Block Party Show

Riff TIffs Show Journal by Charlie Brite

Riff Tiffs

5:19 I head back to Mangoes to catch the Riff Tiffs, and I instantly fall in love with the bassist. She’s playing a B.C. Rich, her hair is platinum blonde with a splash of purple, and it looks like she’s got needles sticking out of her mouth. At first I think it’s an intense piercing, but then I realize she’s just holding something between her lips—bobby pins maybe? They stay there for the whole set. Anyways, the Riff Tiffs rock. Ethereal, clean melodies make you feel chilled-out-on-barbs one second, and then snarling power chords get you all fuck-the-establishment pissed off Radiohead-style in the next. Chris Rehm switches frequently between his “normal” voice, a disaffected suburban growl, and a plaintive falsetto. The brothers Rehm both wear skinny headbands, which I suppose is like the indie version of wearing a band uniform. Later, we catch up with the bassist at Band Camp, hosted at the Caroline Collective, and she voices her enthusiasm for indiehouston’s noble cause. She graciously volunteers to plaster the town with stickers of our logo if we provide them. What an excellent idea!

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American Sharks at Free Press Houston Westheimer Show

by Charlie Brite

4:16 is the official time that people are finally drunk enough to start dancing. I’m back outside Numbers for the American Sharks show. Two passionate fans are head-banging and moshing with each other. The Sharks can rock. The lead singer looks like a jolly, pudgy Charles Manson in brown polyester. The kids inside the moonbounce have stopped jumping and are clinging to the protective netting, watching the band. I ask them what they think of The American Sharks. “They’re good, but they’re crazy,” Maureen, age 8, tells me.

“I think they rock!” her younger nephew shouts, and he resumes jumping.

“I like the one in the red,” offers a shy, pale girl. She’s referring to the lead guitar. With long, stringy hair and torn cutoffs, I can’t tell if he’s actually from West Virginia or just that hillbilly style of hipster. Either way, I agree with the kid. His solos are riveting, and he leans into them with that certain rock n’ roll je ne sais quoi.

4:42 Walking between bars, I overhear a girl in a green tutu shouting, “Where’s my fucking ukelele?” In front of me, a real live python is eyeing me hungrily from where he is draped over some guy’s shoulders. Bobbing above the crowded sidewalks are tall, wooden signs painted with bizarre slogans like, “Oh Wait, That’s Just Alchemy,” and, “Gimme Shoe.” These “Signs of Our Times” are the work of Sean Carroll. Squatting outside of Numbers, Carroll asks passers-by to carry one of his signs on a loop of the festival. Along with the “Nickel Cra—I mean ‘Artwork’ Auction,” happening between sets at Mango’s, Carroll’s signs are one of the few reminders that the Block Party began as a local arts festival back in the 70’s.

5:00- Neat rows of small, wooden desk chairs give the upstairs venue at Avant Garden an old-time schoolhouse vibe. Waiting for Alkari to start playing, I meet Betty and Dwight—a middle-aged couple from the heights who fill me in on the history of the festival. They lament the good old days of the 90’s, when the Westheimer Street Festival encompassed twenty blocks of spring-break-style revelry. This pissed off the steadily gentrifying Montrose community, so for several years the festival was exiled to Eleanor Tinsley Park. “That was no good,” Betty said, “I’m glad it’s back on Westheimer. But still—only three blocks.” Betty shakes her head in dismay. Most Block-Party-goers are younger than Betty, however, and have shorter memories. The consensus among them seems to be that the Block Party is getting better and better. I, for one, am having a blast.

Alkari starts playing mellow, trance-like, instrumental jams. Heavily distorted riffs are repeated fifty times and passed from one musician to another, slowly building in volume and energy. That’s awesome if you’re into it. I head back to Mangoes to catch the Riff Tiffs.

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