Friday, January 29, 2010

The World... This Weekend
















Our Top 5 roundup of things to do in and around the ATL this weekend:

* THEATRE

Young Frankenstein
Fabulous Fox Theatre
660 Peachtree St NE
404-881-2100
www.foxtheatre.org

Mel Brooks' classic 1974 comedy didn't exactly NEED to be reinvented as a Broadway musical– if you ask us, the film starring Gene Wilder, Marty Feldman and Peter Boyle as the misunderstood monster was just perfect the way it was– but word has it this adaptation does a great job of maintaining Mel's madcap sensibilities. The script's witty wordplay and keen sense of the absurd should translate well to the spectacle of the stage, and the "Puttin' On The Ritz" musical number will likely prove a show-stopper. Catch it this weekend, before it's gone!

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* NIGHTLIFE

Havana Club
3112 Piedmont Rd
404-869-8484
www.havanaclubatl.com

This longtime mainstay of ATL nightlife returns with a new location near the intersection of Piedmont and Peachtree, and its Grand Opening party on Saturday should start things off with a stylish bang. Doors open at 8pm, with complimentary hors d'oeuvres and an open bar from 8:30-10. The club offers three atmospheres to choose from, from live musical performances to DJs spinning the hottest in hip-hop, techno and Latin music. If the old location is any indication, it also attracts some of Atlanta's hottest dancers, eager to shimmy and salsa their way late into the evening while wearing their sexy best.

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* FAMILY

Snow Mountain at Stone Mountain Park
Hwy 78, Stone Mountain
770-498-5690
www.stonemountainpark.com

Growing up in the ATL, snow days were a rarity we looked forward to every year: Some of my favorite childhood memories involve sledding down our icy streets with a daredevil's sense of recklessness, laughing our heads off all the way. Today's kids have it easy: Every weekend through March 7, Stone Mountain’s great lawn is transformed into a snowy wonderland where kids can go sledding, build igloos and snowmen, and more. No matter how old you are, Snow Mountain will bring out the kid in you: Last year I wound up in not one, but TWO snowball fights with kids who decided I'd make a fun target! 

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* FOODIES

INC Street Food
948 Canton St, Roswell
770-998-3114
www.incstreetfood.com

We've been waiting with breathless anticipation for the opening of this new venture from Roswell restauranteurs Hicham Azhari and Fikret Kovac (owners of Salt Factory and the late, great Little Alley), which has been pushed back several times due to construction delays. The interior decor was still being tweaked last night when we attended the Grand Opening VIP party, but you can bet they'll have things on point for the official launch this Sunday. The walls of the bustling bar area feature colorful graffiti, with an open kitchen designed to look like the back of a food vendor's truck. Executive Chef Richard Wilt's menu focuses on authentic South American street food: Last night we sampled savory beef skewers, delectable pulled pork tamales and several other simple appetizers (not to mention some particularly potent margaritas), but look for our full review next week!

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* OUTDOORS
 
Providence Canyon State Park
8930 Canyon Rd, Lumpkin
229-838-4244
www.gastateparks.org/info/providence

Known as Georgia’s “Little Grand Canyon,” this state park near the Alabama state line offers some of the state’s most breathtaking scenic vistas. Massive gullies of up to 150 feet deep were caused by erosion due to poor farming practices in the 1800s, and now boast rainbows of soft soil in shades of pink, orange, red and purple. Whether hiking the rim trail by day or camping overnight, it’s a splendid sight to see.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

SOUTHERN COMFORT- Roswell's Relish















RELISH

590 Mimosa Blvd, Roswell GA 30075

770-650-7877

www.relishgoodfood.com

 

Opened in August 2007, this laid-back charmer is the latest from proprietor Andy Badgett, who originally made his name on the OTP restaurant scene with Asher. After that upscale eatery closed in 2003, Badgett went on to open the ever-popular Fickle Pickle before bringing in Executive Chef Ignacio Barquera (formerly of Van Gogh’s) to oversee the kitchen here. Proof that “upscale Southern cuisine” is not an oxymoron, Relish is  so cotton-pickin’ good that it’s made a fan of celeb chef Alton Brown.

 

The restaurant boasts a prime location overlooking Roswell’s historic square, with an expansive outdoor patio and warm, welcoming interior that includes two dining rooms and a Special Events room that can accommodate up to 60 people. Hardwood booths and tables work with splashes of green and cream to create a homey Southern vibe that encourages guests to set a spell (which may partially explain why theirs is one of North Atlanta’s most popular Sunday brunches). There's also a recently expanded bar area that buzzes with activity on weekend nights.

 

Of course, what keeps them coming back is Badgett’s inventive menu, which blends traditional Southern fare with some surprising modern twists. Cucumber lemonade makes a refreshing beverage (even better with Jack Daniels!), while unique appetizers such as Pimiento Cheese Fritters served with pepper jelly and Crispy Fried Oysters with green tomato tartar sauce are tasty enough to make a meal in their own right. Of course, then you’d miss out on excellent entrees such as the Crab Cake sandwich, Hickory Smoked Spare Ribs with Coca-Cola BBQ sauce and Shrimp & Grits with tasso gravy. And don’t dare leave without trying their Krispy Kreme Bread Pudding with espresso kreme, a sinfully delicious twist on coffee and donuts. –BRET LOVE


(Originally appeared in Atlanta Social Season)

SWEET SOUTHERN SOUL- Atlanta's Tragar & Note Labels













VARIOUS ARTISTS

Eccentric Soul: The Tragar & Note Labels 

Numero Group

 

There are some people who do it for the free schwag, some who do it for the opportunity to hobknob with rock stars, and some who do it for the modicum of fame you get when your name is seen in print by thousands of people. But for my money the best part of getting to write about music for a living is the opportunity it affords you to hear great music you might not ever have known about otherwise, and to share the joy of that discovery with like-minded individuals. Eccentric Soul: The Tragar & Note Labels is a perfect case in point, offering up 50 sizzling soul tracks by a bunch of artists you’ve never heard of.

 

The 2-CD compilation is really the story of ATL native Jesse J. Jones, a saxophonist-turned-producer who headed up the little-known Tragar and Note record labels. In spite of the Jim Crow laws, the first half of the 20th century had been a relatively productive time for black business in Atlanta, with the Sweet Auburn district producing the nation’s first black-owned newspaper, the biggest black-owned insurance company, hotels, office buildings and restaurants. The City Too Busy To Hate was the heart of the “Chitlin’ Circuit,” with clubs such as the Royal Peacock and the Magnolia Ballroom peaking at the city’s most swinging hotspots, yet there were relatively few independent black records out of Atlanta breaking out on the national scene.

 

Jones, who left home at 17 to tour with blues screamer Jimmy Witherspoon (eventually hiring a young Ornette Coleman for his first pro gig), moved to the West Coast in 1956 to avoid gambling debts he’d racked up in after-show high stakes card games. He wound up working as an arranger with Robert “Bumps” Blackwell, who had discovered Ray Charles and Little Richard, and later hit the jackpot with Sam Cooke’s “You Send Me.” Jones subsequently wound up at a series of failed labels– Ebb, Lita, Four-J– before his inexperience and greed found him persona non grata in the insular L.A. industry.

 

Returning to Atlanta, Jones’ next venture was bankrolled by white music lover Jean Wallace. Named after his wife Tracy and son Gary, Tragar Records set up shop in the West End, a perfect location for recruiting local talent. Whether due to Jones’ blacklisting in the music business or simple lack of promotion, these excellent singles never got the attention they so righteously deserve. But like most of the other albums in the Numero Group’s Eccentric Soul series, the anthology unlocks an embarrassment of riches for fans of the ‘60s/‘70s soul sound, uncovering a deep and rich Atlanta music scene that has never really gotten its due credit.

 

Tee Fletcher’s furiously funky “Down In The Country” opens the set appropriately enough, taking time to shout out to R&B legends like James Brown, Wilson Pickett, Aretha Franklin and Sam & Dave, and underscoring the reality that many of the Tragar and Note artists could’ve been contenders had Jones’ business savvy matched his ear for artistry.  But it’s primarily the women who shine brightest here, from Franciene Thomas’ rollicking “I’ll Be There” and dynamically emotional “Too Beautiful To Be Good” to Eula Cooper’s soaring voice on the brass- and string-supported “Try” and the exhilarating “Let Our Love Grow Higher,” which is arguably the set’s finest moment.

 

In the end, while offering a cautionary reminder that talent alone is not enough to ensure showbiz stardom, the fantastic compilation also serves to remind us that the ATL’s status as a hotbed of urban music talent goes back decades. –BRET LOVE


(originally appeared in Georgia Music Magazine)

HULA PARTY- Tongo Hiti at Trader Vic's






















Tongo Hiti at Trader Vic's
255 Courtland St NE
404-221-6339
www.tradervicsatlanta.com

Although we've been fans of post-modern Big Band Kingsized and hipster burlesque troupe Dames Aflame (which are produced and directed by the husband and wife team of Big Mike Geier and Shannon Newton) for years, it wasn't until New Year's Eve that we finally made our way to the basement of the downtown Atlanta Hilton to check out their tropically-themed Tongo Hiti show. The night hadn't even ended before we were planning a return visit.

For those who've never been to Trader Vic's (where the Mai Tai was originally created), the bar/restaurant plays like a luau as interpreted by a '50s flick starring Elvis Presley and Ann Margaret. Tikis, bamboo and Polynesian artwork abound; food is served by waitstaff in Hawaiian shirts; and drinks are delivered in massive receptacles designed to leave you drunker than a sorority girl at her first kegger. It all seems superficial at first glance, but a particularly potent Mai Tai or two will kick your snarky self to the curb in favor of a full-on embrace of the retro-cheezy silliness.

Kingsized/Tongo Hiti frontman Big Mike is undoubtedly the ringleader of this campy circus, his massive physique belying the cheeky impishness of a playful teen. The man is clearly having fun, commanding the evening's mood and driving the backing band's energy from mellow to downright manic. Sure, he'll serenade the ladies with all the schmoozy schmaltz of a younger Wayne Newton, but he'll also slow dance with a big, burly dude (that would be me) without dropping his suave persona for even a second. 

The music ranges from Don Ho lounge shtick to classic rock and pop, but it's all delivered with a sly, knowing wink, occasionally incorporating clever mash-ups into the mix. Through it all, the lovely Dames Aflame prove provocative eye candy, at times taking center stage to strut their stuff in rehearsed dance numbers (some of which echo surprisingly traditional Indian and Polynesian influences) and at other times merely shaking their tailfeathers beside the band. Which is good, because Big Mike and company have a way with whipping the crowded dance floor into a sweaty frenzy.

It's a masterfully orchestrated party, loose enough to kick back and go with the flow but never once letting the energy lag. So if you go, make sure you bring your dancing shoes, and be sure to buy Big Mike a drink. A man who works that hard to put on a show in bound to be unbearably thirsty.  –BRET LOVE

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

THAT'S ITALIAN!- Antico Pizza Napoletana











Antico Pizza Napoletana

1093 Hemphill Ave

404.724.2333

www.anticopizza.it

 

With the foodie feeding frenzy that’s gripped the ATL in recent years, where a new hotspot opens every week and you can’t swing a stick without hitting someone who’s appeared on Top Chef, it’s becoming increasingly difficult for new restauranteurs to distinguish themselves. After all, how do you stand out in a field overcrowded with culinary standouts? In the case of Giovanni Di Palma, you do it by swimming directly against the current, ignoring trends in favor of tradition.

 

Antico, his labor of love that opened in October to gushing reviews, is like no other 5-star restaurant in town. There’s no valet parking, no fancy interior design, not even a proper seating area to speak of. There are 12 non-dessert items on the menu– nine pizzas and three calzones– and you order at the counter. You can take it out or huddle around a rustic communal table originally intended for dough preparation. But despite the complete lack of bells and whistles Antico has emerged as Atlanta’s hottest new restaurant, and the reasons can be traced to Naples, Italy.

 

Five years ago Di Palma (who grew up in New York, the grandson of a life-long Pizzaiolo) made a pilgrimage to his ancestral Italian village to make a donation to preserve the ancient basilica in which his grandparents had gotten married. While there he was introduced to the owner of a local flour mill, who took Di Palma to the Centro Storia neighborhood’s legendary restaurant, Il Presidente Pizzeria, which has provided pies for everyone from Bill Clinton to the Pope. It was there that he learned to make Pizza Napoletana in the Verace Artigianale (True Artisan) style, hand-kneading dough crafted in small batches and adding nothing but sea salt and fresh water. He learned to cook them to a perfect char in Sorrento stone ovens heated to 900º by hardwood fires. Ask Di Palma the secret of his success and he confesses, “This pizza doesn’t belong to me, but to the craftsmen who created it. I’m just a messenger.”

 

That may be true, but the message he’s delivering tastes like the culmination of hundreds of years of culinary refinement. Antico is authentic to the extreme, adhering to strict guidelines: Di Palma imports flour, San Marzano tomatoes and fresh mozzarella di bufala from the Campania region of Italy every week, and cooks every pizza in 10,000 pound ovens hand-made in Naples. The result is a perfect balance of crispy and chewy, bursting with robust, earthy flavors. Whether you get the deceptively simple Margherita D.O.P. or the Cappricciosa, which is loaded with savory mushrooms, artichokes and prosciutto cotto, Di Palma’s passion for the craft comes through in every bite.

 

The gregarious Di Palma seems as surprised as anyone by the glowing reception his debut entrepreneurial effort has received, but Antico (which was originally takeout-only) is already planning to add family-style seating, an outdoor terrace and perhaps even a rooftop patio in the coming year. At an average price of $19 per pizza, it’s easily the most affordable trip to Italy your mouth will ever take. –BRET LOVE


(originally appeared in Jezebel)

 

THE PIXAR OF MUSIC- Atlanta's Dust-To-Digital














DUST TO DIGITAL

MOVING MUSIC FORWARD BY PLUMBING ITS PAST

 

To say that college radio DJ-turned-record label entrepreneur Lance Ledbetter is a throwback to a simpler time in music history would be a massive understatement. Though he may not venture out into the field and make his own recordings á la Alan Lomax, Ledbetter’s affinity for little known gospel, blues, bluegrass, country and folk music of the early 1900s has made him into the 21st century’s answer to Harry Smith. And his critically acclaimed, Atlanta-based boutique label, Dust To Digital, is now introducing old-time music to a whole new generation of fans.

 

Ledbetter traces his intense connection to music back to his teen years, long before exposure to Smith’s extremely influential American Anthology of Folk Music sent him digging into dusty record collectors’ vast archives in search of undiscovered treasures.

 

“I guess it goes back to 8th or 9th grade,” he recalls warmly, “when I started to realize that this great indie rock my peer group was into was largely coming from certain record labels. Each label had its own sound and recruited certain artists that shared that aesthetic, and there were certain labels I started to trust so much that I’d buy everything they put out.”

 

Ledbetter, who grew up in a small Georgia town about 20 minutes outside Chattanooga, name-checks seminal indies such as SST, Dischord, Touch & Go, Homestead, Matador and Merge, remembering long pre-Internet afternoons spent at local record stores, scouring the bins and talking to knowledgeable clerks in an attempt to stay on top of the latest releases. But his first experience in the music industry came years later when he moved to Atlanta, where he ended up working as a DJ at Georgia State University’s student-run radio station, WRAS (a.k.a. Album 88), and interning at an indie label called Table The Elements.

 

“At that point I’d become exposed to music magazines and heard the buzz about the Smithsonian Folkways reissue of Harry Smith’s American Anthology of Folk Music on CD. It sounded very intriguing, and I got a copy through a friend of mine at WREK who got a bunch of them at the DJ rate. I took it back to my apartment, read the accompanying book and listened to it all night. It was one of those life-changing moments,” he admits, “because I never knew much about that era of music. That anthology just opened this huge door for me.”

 

Ledbetter’s newfound passion for this raw, rootsy sound made him fast friends with fellow DJ Brian Montero, host of WRAS’ Sunday morning show, 20th Century Archives. Initially united by their mutual love of John Fahey, Montero eventually invited Ledbetter to sit in on his show, which exposed him to a whole new world of old time music and convinced him to start expanding his library of music.

 

“[Brian] eventually decided to leave the station and was looking for somebody to take over the show, so I asked him if I could take a crack at it. I started going to record stores and trying to expand the show, basically learning about music in front of everyone. I had an easy time finding country, blues and jazz reissues from that area, but had a hard time tracking down gospel,” which he says sparked the initial fire of inspiration that eventually led to the creation of Dust To Digital.

 

“I was listening to all of this gospel music for my radio show,” he continues, “and I realized it was something that not a lot of people had access to. I wanted to share this music with people, and I spent four and a half years trying to figure out how to go about doing that. I found so much great material that the idea ended up going from a single CD to a 6-CD boxed set, but I had the idea for this gospel release long before I had the idea for a record label.”

 

His research for the project that would eventually come to be known as Goodbye, Babylon soon led Ledbetter to a Maryland-based record collector named Joe Bussard, who began sending him cassette recordings of his remarkably expansive 78rpm record library. It took Ledbetter 18 months to make his way through the massive gospel music collection, listening to two cassettes per week and intently scrutinizing the music and lyrics of each song with a well-honed critical ear. If the Harry Smith anthology had captured his curiosity, it was Bussard’s collection that quickly converted him into a true believer.

 

“One thing that jumped out for me was the passion that people sang with back then,” Ledbetter says, his laid-back Southern drawl suddenly rising with intensity. “They were singing for their souls, singing about sin and the rudiments of Christian religion, and I think the results were a lot more compelling and engaging than the music you hear on gospel radio stations today. The music people were making 80 years ago was much more salt-of-the-earth, dealing with everyday problems with a lot more feeling. And of course historically there was a lot more going on back then in America, such the Great Depression. Nowadays it’s very easy to have a convenient lifestyle, so people don’t seem to sing about the problems of their daily lives as much anymore.”

 

It took Ledbetter more than four years to assemble the Goodbye, Babylon collection, whittling down a batch of over 300 songs to 160 spread over six CDs. He also single-handedly oversaw virtually every step of the production process, from sequencing the tracks to hand-packing the Georgia cotton that came in each boxed set.

 

“I had to figure out everything from how to set up a business, to how to license the material, to learning how to do graphic design for the boxed set and lay out a 200-page book, to getting the records mastered,” he recalls with an air of amazement, almost as if realizing the sheer scope of the project for the first time. “It was a huge ordeal and took so much time, but I just kept at it. I had a day job working on computers for the first three years before I got laid off, then I worked 80 hours a week doing Goodbye, Babylon for the last year and a half.”

 

Clearly the results paid off exponentially, as Goodbye, Babylon earned universal critical acclaim, rave reviews from music legends like Bob Dylan and Neil Young, and Grammy nominations for Best Historical Album and Best Boxed Set. Ledbetter admits that his pet project’s ultimate success was beyond his wildest dreams.

 

“I could not have been more surprised! Nobody knew who we were,” he admits, ‘so I was thinking we’d make 1000 of them, sit on ‘em for two to three years, and maybe somewhere down the road it might get someone’s attention. I figured I’d have to get another day job and we’d get back to our daily lives. But we were extremely fortunate that a lot of people fell in love with it, got the message we were trying to convey and really enjoyed the music.”

 

In a rapidly evolving marketplace hungry for authentic roots music, Goodbye, Babylon came down like manna from heaven, selling thousands of units at over $100 a pop. Subsequent critically acclaimed releases such as a Fonotone Records boxed set, I Belong to This Band (the soundtrack to Awake, My Soul: The Story of the Sacred Harp) and two 4-CD volumes of The Art of Field Recording have proven equally impressive, establishing Dust To Digital as the sort of prestigious record label Ledbetter might have sworn allegiance to in his youth. With the gospel collection Take Me To The Water recently earning the label yet another Grammy nomination for Best Historical album, I ask Ledbetter if there might be a Goodbye, Babylon sequel on the horizon.

 

“Oh yeah, I think about it a lot,” he says emphatically. “We’re really fortunate because Goodbye, Babylon came out five years ago, and in that time we’ve had people like Art Rosenbaum and Dick Spotteswood come into our lives. These guys are highly intelligent and have great taste in music, and they’ve been bringing some great projects to us. Dust To Digital has now become a sort of collaborative effort, and in a year of time we can accomplish a great deal. Next year we’re doing a boxed set of Georgia music, and that’ll be more like Goodbye, Babylon is the sense that it’ll be more the product of my personal effort. I look forward to that, and then maybe down the road we’ll revisit gospel music.”

 

In the meantime, Ledbetter believes that his homegrown company is on the right path business-wise, and seems content to maintain Dust To Digital’s impressive legacy via slow, steady growth. “Really the goal is just to keep creating these cultural artifacts and maintaining our aesthetic of bridging the gap between the modern day of 2010 with the old days of 1928 with releases that marry the two. There really isn’t a grand scheme for what we need to accomplish,” he insists, “because I think we’re already doing it. I think we just need to keep at it and keep moving forward.” –BRET LOVE


(originally appeared in Georgia Music Magazine)

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

BEST MOVIE OF 2009- Up In The Air






















“To know me is to fly with me,” says Ryan Bingham as he packs his bags and moves through the airport with rapier-like precision. “Everything you hate about travel… are warm reminders that I’m home.” It’s the perfect introduction to a man George Clooney was born to play. 

Bingham is a 21st century gunslinger, hired to travel around the country firing employees their bosses are too timid to terminate. Bingham spends over 300 days a year on the road, and loathes every minute of the few days he’s home in Omaha. He finds comfort in first class upgrades, Admiral’s Club admission and frequent flyer miles (his dream is to become the 7th person to reach 10 million). “Moving is living,” he says in his “What’s In Your Backpack” motivational speeches, avoiding emotional intimacy at all costs and considering commitment a fate worse than death. 

When he meets a fellow road warrior (Vera Farmiga) in a hotel bar, comparing reward program cards and discussing mile-high club experiences, it’s a match made in heaven. “Think of me as yourself,” she quips, “only with a vagina.” After a quick romp through the Kama Sutra, they’re coordinating schedules to arrange another rendezvous. That is, until Bingham’s upwardly mobile associate (Anna Kendrick) suggests the company fire people via teleconference, saving themselves thousands on travel costs. Bingham’s job may not be in jeopardy, but his nomadic lifestyle is, and there’s an undeniable air of comedic tension as he takes the young gun on the road to show her the ropes. 

Co-written and directed by Jason Reitman, Up In The Air is easily one of the year’s best films– an adult comedy that evenly balances humor and heart while tapping into our cultural zeitgeist by putting human faces on the economic downturn. Jason Bateman delivers another fine supporting turn as Bingham’s smarmy boss, while Kendrick proves one of the year’s best new talents as a recent college grad struggling to get ahead in her career while pursuing the traditional American family dream. 

The film wisely makes no character judgments, leaving it up to the audience to decide whether Bingham’s existence is a valid lifestyle choice or merely a self-protective emotional cocoon. It also offers no pat Hollywood resolutions, letting you figure out for yourself whether our dashing cowboy hangs up his hat for good or simply rides off into the sunset. (A)  –BRET LOVE

(originally appeared in INsite)

OTP EXCELLENCE- Aspens Signature Steaks








ASPENS SIGNATURE STEAKS

2942 Shallowford Rd, Marietta

678.236.1400

knowwheretogogh.com


Owned by the same folks who brought you Roswell’s Bistro VG and Alpharetta’s Vinny’s On Windward (both of which are equally excellent), Aspens marries the flavors of an upscale steakhouse with the ambiance of a Colorado ski lodge. Leather chairs, cedar beams, antler chandeliers, a stone fireplace and Southwestern paintings set an intimate mood perfectly, while the buzzing action in the bar area ensures things never get boring.

 

Executive Chef Sean Clark’s menu adheres fairly closely to steakhouse traditions, but show’s enough of a distinctive flair to keep things interesting. Their small plate menu changes daily, but often includes Blue Cheese Risotto Fritters with crushed tomatoes and marinated olives, Eggplant Salad layered with heirloom tomato and goat cheese, and Sesame Seared Tuna with avocado, wasabi and lemongrass ponzu. Entrees such as NY Strip Angus Steak and Pan Seared Scallops are as perfectly cooked as you’d expect, but don’t be afraid to try the nightly specials: The Red Snapper and Shrimp with edamame ravioli we tried was out of this world.

 

Fair warning: Owner Michelle Sedgewick’s “Killer” Tiramisu and Dark & White Chocolate Mousse Cake with raspberry sauce will seriously make you wish you’d saved more room for dessert. –BRET LOVE


(originally appeared in Jezebel)

Monday, January 25, 2010

FRIENDS IN ALL THE RIGHT PLACES- Manchester Orchestra











FRIENDS IN ALL THE RIGHT PLACES

With a little help from Letterman and an A-list producer, Manchester Orchestra aims to be Atlanta’s Next Big Thing.


Though you’d never have guessed it based on the indie-rock aesthetic of their debut, Manchester Orchestra clearly isn’t satisfied with merely being the best band to emerge from Atlanta in over a decade. If their latest album, Mean Everything To Nothing, is any indication, Andy Hull and company are determined to be the biggest band in the world.

 

Produced by Joe Chiccarelli (My Morning Jacket, The Shins), Manchester Orchestra’s bombastic second LP was designed to fill arenas, with songs that evoke comparisons to rock legends ranging from Black Sabbath and R.E.M. to Jane’s Addiction and Nirvana without ever losing their distinctive identity. Which explains why the band had performed on The Late Show With David Letterman twice and had its music featured in shows such as Gossip Girl and One Tree Hill by the time most of its members were legally able to drink alcohol.

 

“We really wanted this record to be bigger,” admits Hull, the band’s 22-year-old singer-songwriter, “and I think that was the hardest part for Joe. There was a point in time where he was like, ‘Guys, you can’t turn everything up all the way and have it sound clear!’ He showed us how to arrange our music without having to crank everything to 11.”

 

It was a great lesson for the young band, the latest in a string of learning opportunities stretching back to when Hull was a teenager. Inspired by bands such as the Get-Up Kids, Modest Mouse and Death Cab For Cutie, he began playing music out of frustration with the alienation he felt at Lilburn’s Providence Christian Academy. The response to his earliest songwriting efforts were so positive that Hull, whose father and grandfather were both preachers, elected to drop out of high school and pursue music full-time.

 

“I was brought up with really good morals,” he recalls, “but my father and grandfather have always been incredibly supportive. There was never any pressure for me to follow in their footsteps, so I was home schooled for a few years while I was making our first record.”

 

Eventually Hull surrounded himself with like-minded friends Jonathon Corley (bass), Jeremiah Edmond (drums), Chris Freeman (keyboards) and Robert McDowell (guitar), and in 2006 Manchester Orchestra recorded their first proper album, I’m Like A Virgin Losing A Child. At the age of 19, Hull and company found themselves invited to play at the prestigious Lollapalooza and South By Southwest festivals, and the buzz surrounding them quickly began to build.

 

Much of the band’s critical acclaim tends to focus on Hull’s maturity, with lyrical themes such as religion, relationships, redemption and death that belie his tender age. “My mom always said that when I was a 4 I was acting like a 6-year old,” Hull recalls. “I’m in a position where I can’t really afford to screw up. I’m not a senior in college, so I was never raging or partying all the time.  We had no time to be foolish because we were so busy touring, trying to get our jobs done.”

 

Asked how he remains grounded in the face of Manchester Orchestra’s impressive list of accomplishments– playing every late-night talk show of note, a glowing review of the new album in Paste, having their music used in TV shows and video games– Hull credits his 2008 marriage to his high school sweetheart, Amy, as well as the fact that he and his bandmates keep each other in check.

 

“A lot of the guys in the band have known my wife longer than I have. We’ve all known each other for like 10 years, and we’re big on accountability: They call me out on my crap and I call them out. We know we’re very lucky to have come this far, and we’re very aware of how quickly we can fall. I’ve never had a backup career plan,” Hull confesses before going uncharacteristically quiet for a moment. “I just hope it doesn’t go away.”  –BRET LOVE


(originally appeared in Jezebel)

THE ART OF CUISINE- Painted Table Cafe












Painted Table Café

465 Boulevard SE

404.622.4353

www.paintedtablecafe.com

The first thing you should know about Grant Park’s Painted Table Café is that there are, in fact, NO painted tables. Instead, the name is indicative of owner Omega Angell’s love of the arts, both visual and culinary.

 

The dining room’s walls are lined with locally produced artwork (five pieces sold in the first week after opening in early November), every restaurant employee is an artist of some sort, and the cafe’s motto is “Let our palette paint your palate with flavor.” Angell even signs every plate he sends out, skillfully dripping the Greek symbol for Omega in various sauces. It’s a classy twist on the diner concept, with the warm orange walls, vibrantly colored paintings, hand-made light fixtures above the bar and sultry Rat Pack-era jazz on the stereo creating a surprisingly sophisticated mood for a place that serves breakfast all day.

 

Angell, who grew up working in his parents’ restaurant and hung out with punk-rock legends Rancid before attending the Culinary Institute of America, has a decidedly unique, anti-corporate stance on the way restaurants should be run. Nearly 80% of his vegetables are locally grown, and Angell will gladly sing the praises of the Georgia farmers he’s proud to work with. All of his Painted Hills beef is hormone-free, free range and grass-fed, as are the Springer Mountain chicken and eggs. And Angell seems truly passionate about his community, speaking fondly of nearby competitors Stone Soup Kitchen and Solstice Café.

 

If the chef seems unconcerned about the competition, it’s because his knack for high class/low-cost cuisine more than speaks for itself. His menu offers distinctive twists on traditional favorites, concocting comfort food with creative flair. A simple dish like Crunchin’ French Toast is rendered more complex via Angell’s batter-coated, frosted flake-flecked crust, which is then topped with Georgia peaches and a vanilla-orange anglaise. Angell’s burgers and sandwiches are equally impressive, from the remarkably spicy Blackened Tuna Burger (with cucumber, avocado and wasabi aioli) to the hearty Hot Roast Beef Sandwich, an open-faced smorgasbord of grilled Texas toast, garlic mashed potatoes, succulent beef and rich brown gravy guaranteed to warm you up on a cold winter’s day.

 

But for the best evidence of Angell’s unfussy culinary brilliance, look no further than the first item on his menu: Shrimp & Grits. The dish has become a must-have for Southern-style restaurants, but his version excels thanks to slow-cooked stone-ground cheese grits, a half-pound of jumbo tiger shrimp, fire-roasted red bell peppers, mushrooms, pancetta, caramelized onion and a spicy red gravy whose secret ingredients include Angell’s own coffee blend (which he’ll soon sell at Painted Table).

 

Most new restaurants take some time to find their footing, but this one is off to a strong start thanks to the hands-on owner/chef’s distinctive vision and 30+ years of experience. His former employers at the Flying Biscuit (which is now owned by Raving Brands) are making a good run at being the biggest all-day breakfast spot in town, but Angell is clearly angling to be the best. –BRET LOVE


(originally appeared in Jezebel)

 

 

 

 

 

Sunday, January 24, 2010

HEAVY METAL THUNDER- Baroness Leads Savannah's Burgeoning Scene










BARONESS- Blue Record  (Relapse Records)

 

As illustrated by my old buddy David Peisner's recent story in SPIN, the Savannah metal scene is emerging as one of the nation’s most intriguing musical subcultures. In this tiny, historic town with no record store, suffocating heat, high crime and a 20% poverty rate, teens tend to immerse themselves in music because they have nothing else to do. The sonic aggression of bands like Blacktusk and Kylesa seems indicative of their collective frustrations with their surroundings.

           

But to call Baroness a metal band doesn’t do their expansive sound justice. Obviously influenced by Atlantaicons Mastodon, the quartet (frontman John Baizley, bassist Summer Welch, drummer Allen Blickle and new guitarist Pete Adams) nimbly blends elements of Southern rock riffage, psychedelic spaciousness, emotive instrumental passages and hammer-of-the-gods drumming to create a sound uniquely their own.

           

Produced by John Congleton (Polyphonic Spree), Baroness’ sophomore LP is not only a step forward in their artistic evolution, but also one of 2009’s best hard rock albums. The artful melodic structure of the instrumental opening track, “Bullhead’s Psalm,” wouldn’t sound out of place on a Coheed & Cambria album, while “The Sweetest Curse” produces some of the hardest head-banging riffs since Metallica’s heyday. But just when the four-to-the-floor pummeling of “Jake Leg” makes you think you’ve got Baroness figured out, “Steel That Sleeps The Eye” comes along with its Moody Blues-style melodies to defy your attempts at categorization.

             

The simple fact is that Baroness is not the type of band whose music fits neatly into a box. For every hell-raising headbanger like “A Horse Called Golgotha,” they’ve got a trippy interlude like “Ogeechee Hymnal” to put the testosterone on ice. And when they seamlessly pull all their myriad influences together for an epic like “The Gnashing,” the results are downright exhilarating. – BRET LOVE


(Originally appeared in Georgia Music Magazine)

TOP TAPAS- Salt Factory










SALT FACTORY

952 Canton St, Roswell

770.998.4850

redsaltpub.com

 

Words cannot describe how disappointed we were to find out our favorite tapas bar, Little Alley, had recently closed down. Fortunately, owners Hicham Azhari and Fikret Kovac made it up to us by opening this little OTP gem, which was formerly known as Red Salt.

 

Set in the heart of Historic Roswell on the same foodie-friendly street as Indigo, Pastis and Rice, Salt Factory comes across like a swanky gastropub/wine bar offering comfort food with decidedly international influences. Brick walls and hardwood floors and tables give it warmth, while moody lighting and music give it the hip vibe of an intown hotspot (appropriate, since the night we visited the sidewalk was lined with people waiting to get in at 6pm).

 

We were delighted to see a few faves held over from the Little Alley menu, including Thai-Style Braised Beef Short Ribs and Keftegie, a North African veggie dip made from potatoes, pumpkin and chile sauce. We managed to find a few new favorites too, including Seared Ahi Tuna with roasted butternut squash and portobella mushrooms, and London Broil served with cheddar mashed potatoes and crispy onions. We were also excited to learn that Azhari and Kovac are opening a new restaurant (INC Street Food) just a few doors down soon, and can’t wait to see what they dream up next. –BRET LOVE


(Originally appeared in Jezebel)

THE GOSPEL TRUTH- Two killer compilations








VARIOUS ARTISTS- Take Me To The Water: Immersion Baptism In Vintage Music & Photography 1890-1950 (Dust-To-Digital)  &  VARIOUS ARTISTS-Fire In My Bones: Raw, Rare + Otherworldly African-American Gospel [1944-2007]  (Tomkins Square)

 

Growing up in Atlanta as a child of the ‘60s and ‘70s, it seemed like the soul of gospel permeated the culture of the South. Even as a white kid growing up in a mixed-race neighborhood in Dekalb County, it seemed like gospel music was everywhere, from the Sacred Harp singing at my grandmother’s church and the Holy Rollers whose services would frequently spill out onto the sidewalks next to my neighborhood’s grocery store to the massive immersion baptisms we’d stumble onto at Stone Mountain’s lake and the church services that dominated local TV stations every Sunday morning.

 

The sage Joni Mitchell (or was it Cinderella?) once sang “you don’t know what you’ve got ‘til it’s gone,” and as the South’s cultural paradise was paved over with parking lots and high rises, gospel music on the whole became a slicker and more polished beast. But these two excellent compilations– one from Atlanta’s premiere boutique label, Dust-To-Digital, the other benefiting the New Orleans Musician Relief Fund– pay tribute to the raw, traditional gospel that permeated the fabric of my childhood, accurately summarizing the music form’s past century of evolution in the process.

 

You can read elsewhere in this issue about Dust-To-Digital’s impeccable reputation, and Take Me To the Water is yet another in the local label’s uninterrupted stream of exceptional releases. Already nominated for a Grammy Award in the Best Historical Release category, the exquisite package offers 25 tracks of gospel music recorded between 1924 and 1940 as well as a gorgeous book featuring vintage photos and informative essays.

 

Opening with “Baptize Me,” featuring Atlanta’s Rev. J.M. Gates backed by his congregation, Take Me To The Water captures the unbridled passion and power of songs sung purely in the spirit of praise. There’s a broad representation of the gospel sound here, from the bluesy influences of Washington Phillips’ “Denomination Blues Part I” and the Appalachian country of the Carter Family’s “On My Way To Canaan’s Land” to the barbershop approach of the Southern Wonders Quartet’s “Go Wash In The Beautiful Stream” and the Western sound of Bill Boyd & His Cowboy Ramblers’ “Sister Lucy Lee.” Partnered with the book’s vintage immersion baptism photographs and essays by Jim Linderman and Luc Sante, it’s easy to see why the set is up for a Grammy.

 

Equally impressive both in scope and style (with Art Direction by Atlanta’s Susan Archie, a frequent DTD collaborator), Tomkins Square’s Fire In My Bones is a 3-CD set designed to collect some of the more neglected sounds of black gospel music recorded between the genre’s post-WWII heyday and the present. Produced by Mike McGonigal, the compilation veers among various gospel traditions, from solo performances to congregational recordings to hellfire-and-brimstone sermons that will make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. It also veers from major label tracks to field recordings and from rural Georgia to urban California, showcasing the sheer diversity of the gospel sound.

 

From The Phillips’ Specials’ furiously funky “I’m A Soldier” and Precious Bryant’s folk-blues take on “When the Saints Go Marching In” to the Georgia Fife & Drum Band’s bizarrely militaristic “Why Sorrow Done Passed Me Around” and Grant & Ella’s version of the slave-era spiritual “John Saw,” the Peach State is well represented among the 80 awesome tracks collected here. But if there’s one central message that both of these killer compilations convey, it’s that it ain’t about where you’re from so much as it is where you’re going after you’re gone. – BRET LOVE


(Originally appeared in Georgia Music Magazine)