UNDER COVER: Hoochie Coochie Men – “I’d Rather Go Blind Don’t Let Me Down”

You’ve never heard Etta James or the Beatles like this. I have to give credit where it is due, and the Hoochie Coochie Men drop the mic with finality on this magnificent mash-up of Etta James’ “I’d Rather Go Blind” and John Lennon’s “Don’t Let Me Down”  which manages to build upon both without sacrificing what made both songs classics in their own right. This is what keeps me writing about music, listening to music, dreaming about music. And it’s going to keep you up late tonight, I guarantee!


Lucas Jack’s Sun City brings the piano-rock troubadour a new breath of life

Texas-based songwriter Lucas Jack has made no bones about his desire to bring back the glory days of the piano-pop songwriter, whether that singer be Billy Joel or Elton John. But his attempt to reinvent that tradition, while maintaining the familiar beats listeners will have come to expect, does a surprisingly solid job expanding it as well.

Sun City, a concept album which follows a couple through their journey toward the American Dream, though the detours are numerous and their success rarely assured. These songs are often Joel’s Brenda and Eddie from “Scenes From An Italian Restaurant,” as they travel through the darker edges of modern suburban life. Midway through the album, “Hope” takes on a darker view of Joel’s “She’s Always A Woman,” in particular:

There’s a distance in her eyes
Every time she starts to lie
And she’s far away tonight
And she always offers hope
That she wraps around your throat
Like a hangman selling rope
The war is only words you never say
The score you keep just counting down the days
Keep singing with the chorus in the bar
To blacken out the dark
And keep on coming back just as you are

But it’s not just an exercise in cheap misogyny like Joel’s hit, taking cheap shots. The song illustrates the buying of time which takes place in a marriage collapsing despite everything both spouses try to do. Both sides want to keep things together, so she lies and he accepts the hope she provides, even as he lies by saying the marriage still has a chance and that he’s not strangling against the metaphorical noose. The song’s haunting tone echoes the futility both must feel in the situation, with little they can do but keep living lie after bitter lie.

We witness the same couple earlier in the album on “Paralyzed,” as the husband debates just walking away from everything, even though he knows he never will. Lyrically this is where Lucas Jack shines, laying everything on the line in brutally cutting prose as his piano echoes the hopeful tone which will obviously keep this man in the marriage past its breaking point.

Once a month with our t-shirts on
That’s how far our love has gone
Our friends all tell us we should both move on
But we’re tangled up too tight
We’re paralyzed in our separate ways
We’ve both got kids of our own these days
And they’re making it harder to walk away
But we’re both long gone inside
How’d we get so old at 35?

I don’t want to give you the perspective that this album is nothing but bitter pills to swallow, backed by sunny piano pop which belies the devastation within. Lucas Jack is a talented songwriter who echoes Billy Joel in his delivery as often as he does solo-era Ben Folds and (on “Don’t Get Carried Away” in particular) even a touch of contemporary Randy Newman. These are songs crafted from the ground up to focus on all angles of the song, and it makes for an album full of vignettes which each deserve to be single candidates.

“You Belong To The City Now” stands tall as the album’s best individual track, and it’s rightly been named as the album’s lead single. It opens with piano, bass and guitar as Jack’s vocals sing of “living it up until it’s way too late to live it down,” his characters’ first glimpse of the city life which, while it eventually will consume them, still holds an alluring aura. I was reminded immediately of “Bonfire of the Vanities,” the Tom Hanks character who thinks he’s the master of the universe, making loads of money so he can live what he thinks is the perfect life, but we know he’s just a few steps away from being destroyed by that lifestyle. On the fourteen songs which follow this introduction, these two characters will take a serious beating — by the end, will they still believe in that dream? Does that upward mobility to the middle class mean anything, or are we all struggling to get past the moments which in the end would really matter the most?

In the end, Sun City is a remarkably astute debut from a songwriter who has crafted a song suite which plays well from the first hit, building in intensity as we listen more and more, sifting through all the lyrical details. It’s like watching a film where we’ve known these characters in varied forms all our lives, so we’re invested in seeing that they come out in the end with at least a semblance of dignity. This is modern American life, and like the troubadours he so admires, Lucas Jack has potential here to have produced a contemporary pop classic. For fans of the genre, missing this album would be a misstep you don’t want to make.

Vienna Teng’s shimmering winter visions the perfect soundtrack for a holiday at fire’s side

For my readers as Christmas nears and the year comes to a close, I hope you’re all keeping warm and finding ways to relax and enjoy the spirit of the season. These songs have served me well for years, as pianist/composer Vienna Teng built her reputation in my eyes as this generation’s strongest, yet least heralded talent. I hope you’ll enjoy them as much as I have.

from Inland Territory

If this were the last snowfall
No more halos on evergreens
If this were my last glimpse of winter
What would these eyes see?

from Warm Strangers (2004)

It’s the season of grace coming out of the void
A man is saved by a voice in the distance
It’s the season of possible miracle cluresWhere hope is currency and death is not the last unknown
Don’t forget … Don’t forget I love, I love, I love you

from Warm Strangers (2004)


Someday you’ll know
That nature is so
The same rain that draws you near me
Falls on rivers and land
Forests and sand
Makes the beautiful world that you see
In the morning


Sarah Fimm

Singer-songwriter Sarah Fimm

If you enjoy your piano-based alternative with plenty of Fiona Apple meets Under The Pink-era Tori Amos, Sarah Fimm brings plenty to the table you’re sure to enjoy. “Everything Becomes Whole” has a self-destructive sense to it, as Fimm voices the frustration with the fear that the only way she’ll ever feel whole is through her own demise. She’s been recording under the radar for more than a decade, earning praise from Rolling Stone and Billboard, and though her songwriting still showcases a deep respect for the artists of the 90s, there’s also a deep vein of twisted confusion to this music. Hints that she’s equally influenced by the likes of Lisa Gerrard or Maynard James Keenan abound, making for a surprisingly varied listening experience.

Fimm’s upcoming EP Barn Sessions was recorded in upstate New York, and will be released in physical form on a wooden flash drive complete with videos and photos captured during the creative process. The EP features stripped-down versions of rock-oriented material from her last album, Near Infinite Possibility, along with covers from artists as varied as Neil Young and David Lynch. You can’t buy it until next week, but enjoy the video for “Everything Becomes Whole” below and let me know what you think. Is this something worthy of wider exposure?

HEAR HEAR EXCLUSIVE: Hear two new songs from Sunday Lane’s new album “From Where You Are”

Sunday Lane

Sunday Lane is back and better than ever with a new full-length LP.

DOWNLOAD MP4: Sunday Lane – “A Little Too Young” (right click, “save as”)
: Sunday Lane – “Waiting For You” (right click, “save as”)

Sunday Lane has warranted mention on Hear! Hear! before. Her EP Bring Me Sunshine was a breath of fresh air when I stumbled on it last summer, a piano-driven mashup of Colbie Caillat and Ingrid Michaelson which maintained enough alt-country flair to keep every song on the tip of your tongue long after you last listened. Clearly I’m not the only one to think so; One Tree Hill revived the album with their season premiere this year, which featured Sunday Lane’s music prominently enough to ignite a blowup of interest in this talented young songwriter.

But when, you might ask, are we going to get more than an EP? The wait, thankfully, is not a long one. Sunday Lane’s first full-length album, From Where You Are, releases to ITunes tomorrow, and from what I can gather from the two exclusive singles she’s graciously allowed us to share here at “Hear! Hear!” — see above, y’all! — the album is going to more than live up to the hype.

“Waiting For You” has to be the sentimental favorite. The song opens with just Lane’s stunning vocals and a bare-bones piano backdrop: “I gave you everything and truth is I’d do it all again,” she sings. “But you’ll never change for me …” The song builds magnificently, a full-blooded arrangement which more than supports Lane’s powerful vocals. The build at the chorus is so intense you’ll be singing along long before the song ends, and repeats will be mandatory. This is a single crying out for radio love.

But then there’s “A Little Too Young,” the bouncier pop nugget which shows the lighter side of Lane’s songwriting style. Even as the lyrics touch on love’s darker edges, the arrangement here keeps things sunny and bright, a singalong waiting to happen as the chorus builds: “I’m a little too young to feel this old,” she sings, backs by a chorus of “whoah oh whoah oh oh’s” and a wall of shimmering horns. This is summer in a bottle, and if the rest of the album keeps building on this momentum, From Where You Are is going to be the only place discerning music fans want to be in the coming weeks.

FREE MP3: Sarah Miles – “Middle of Nowhere”

Sarah Miles

Sarah Miles

DOWNLOAD MP3: Sarah Miles – “Middle of Nowhere” (right click, “save as”)

If I could run a hundred miles
I’d still be so far from anywhere worthwhile
Now I see how hard it is to be alone
I can’t run a hundred miles

For those about to get your piano pop on, I salute you. And if you’re taking my advice, you’ll be playing “Middle of Nowhere,” a sunny pop nugget from Sarah Miles which fits perfectly into any lineup featuring the likes of Sarah Bareilles or Vanessa Carlton, with just enough rock to get your feet moving while the hooks dance between your ears and peer pressure you into repeating endlessly. If you dig that track, grab it for free via the link above, then give her other tracks a listen: “Never Ending Chase” and “Find My Way Home” are equally ear-catching, hinting strongly that this New York singer-songwriter’s’ music is destined to push as far from the middle of nowhere as possible.

FEATURED ALBUM: Chris Merritt – “Pixie and the Bear”

Pixie and the Bear

The best indie album you don't own, but should!

This song, “Mimic,” makes me happy. The video I just found for it on YouTube makes me even happier. With a many-headed hydra of rumors being perpetuated by the songwriter himself about all the grand Merritt music we’ll be enjoying in 2012, it’s only fair to go back and listen to a few of his best songs, all off the magnificent Pixie and the Bear, a double album par excelence.  (If I can’t count on new Merritt music for my 30th birthday, nothing beats a blast from the not-so-distant past!)

First, “Mimic,” then the rest, which prove Chris Merritt is the best indie artist you’re not hopelessly addicted to, but should be.

This piano breakdown is enough to make Ben Folds himself break down and demand a chance to break it down note by note. Hopelessly brain-dead music executives ripped Merritt for daring to write in 7/4 time. Fuck ’em. It’s brilliant and will assuredly melt your face.

“Rapping and rhyming / singing and driving / leaving California / stop in Arizona / counting my money / isn’t even funny / staying with my cousin / and I’m gonna be a Mormon.” — best lyric ever. There’s a reason he’s known in some circles as the Mormon Ben Folds despite being an avowed athiest.

This video starts out like a public service announcement on divorce, domestic violence and anger management — then the music kicks in, and all is forgiven as the crunchy keyboards turn your brain inside out — in the best way possible.

Okay, seriously, still doubting that you should give this album a buy?