By Jef With One F
By Rocks Off
By Chris Lane
By Angelica Leicht
By Corey Deiterman
By Angelica Leicht
By Corey Deiterman
All in the Family: You may have noticed (it was hard to miss) the ad in the Press of two weeks back plugging the September 18 Farm Aid concert held in New Orleans' Superdome. Willie Nelson, Neil Young, John Mellencamp (who canceled), Spin Doctors, Gin Blossoms, and way up at the top of the page, dwarfing everything else and accompanied by a special insert bumper sticker: Titty Bingo. Never mind the Press' questionable taste in allowing an issue in which the cover story concerned the disappearance of a waitress at a topless bar to hit the streets filled with Titty Bingo bumper stickers -- who the hell is this band? And how did they get on this bill? And how in God's name did this little band nobody's ever heard pay for a full-color, full-page ad? Last question first. Titty Bingo is anchored by Dahr Jamail, brother of Justice Records honcho Randall Jamail, and there has never been any shortage of cash in that family. As for the band, brother Randall (Dahr was unavailable for comment) offers that Titty Bingo is a nine-year-old venture made up of Dahr (guitar and vocals), Freddy Fletcher (drums), top L.A. session bassist Steve Bailey and guitarist Derek O'Brien, who also handles much of the guitar and production work for Austin's Antone's Records. "They're really the ultimate garage rock and roll band," offers brother Randall, though in this income bracket the garage is more likely a hangar. He's referring, I suppose, to the fact that until Farm Aid, the group had never played to a paying audience. Titty Bingo made the gig this time, according to Jamail, at the insistence of Willie Nelson, who guested during the group's set.
The question I had to ask Jamail, since he is a record producer/label owner and all, is: are they any good? "Yeah, they're good. They held their own at Farm Aid, I tell you that." Aww, I bet he says that about all his brothers...
Up Close and Personal... Check out in-store appearances at Cactus Records on Shepherd this week by Dave Alvin, 6 p.m. Thursday the 29th, and Don Walser, 6 p.m., Friday the 30th. Yes, they'll be playing. And yes, you'll want to buy albums by the both of 'em.
Tribute to Myself: There's no small number of "tribute" albums on the market, but new is new, and this is the first time I've seen a CD come across the desk that's conceived as a musical tribute to a visual artist. Contemporary photographer, painter, billboard manipulator and New Yorker Ron English is the recipient of respectful adulation on English 101 (Unkulunkie Records -- an English-funded vanity promotional project, by the way), and all told, 16 bands from across the nation contributed tunes that were in some way inspired by English's work. Observant local browsers will surely notice that track 12, "Last Lunch," is composed and performed by Austin's favorite Houston band, Banana Blender Surprise. "Last Lunch" is another BBS song about food, but, since it's named after an English painting, I won't complain, only mentioning that it's a damn funky tune, in a slow, crawling sort of way. But don't take my word for it. Ask BBS singer David Beebe, who claims frankly: "It's a terrible song. We all think it sucks." Other BBS news: last Tuesday, the band recorded a live set at Austin's Black Cat for a Christmastime cassette release and also issued a 7-inch single of new material. By the time you read this, the band will be on the road to New York before picking up with NRBQ for a Midwest tour.
Boob Tube... I hate to be a grump, but there's just so much objectionable crap in the press material accompanying the impending launch of "And the Beat Goes On..." -- a coproduction of local Big Productions and Houston Public Television set to air on Channel 8 for a month of Saturdays commencing October 1 -- that I have to kick myself to remember that intentions are good and Rome wasn't built in a day. Start with the program note: "Series celebrates Houston's Music Scene for Generation X." This is PBS, with a federally funded mandate to educate. This is what you learn: You are a marketing niche. Get used to it. Then there's that little blip about the subjects "that local bands have sung about for generations." To wit: "Love. Cars. Drugs. And, of course, patriotism." 'Scuse me? Where's that funding coming from?