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Concert Review

Little Village Magazine

By Yale Cohn.

All day yesterday I told people what an amazing show I had seen the previous evening at Gabe’s: the March Fourth Marching Band.

“What were they like, Yale?”

And that was the problem. I couldn’t say what they were “like” because they were so damn unique. I’d never seen anything “like” them ever before in all my years of going to concerts or seeing marching bands perform at football games or parades.

I had to describe them then for what they are, not what they were “like.”

What they are is a band so butch they make the Village People seem like N.W.A. by comparison, but with no tongues in cheeks at all – they mean it.

I think Salvador Dali is their manager.

They buy mustache wax by the drum.

H.R. Geiger designed their drum kits.

After seeing their show I am now sexually attracted to hats.

The space was not big enough for them and the sound and spectacle they brought with them and neither was my brain, it’s still throbbing. (Though that may also be the energy drink-based cocktails I had, lesson learned.)

I wanted to steal their poster from the door of the bar and crawl inside it in live there with the red-headed gal featured on it.

Their show was an Alejandro Jodorowsky film that jumped off the screen only with fewer exploding bullfrogs.

Some mad scientist somewhere took a marching band that died in a bus crash outside his castle, reassembled the bodies, laid them out on a platform that he pulled to the ceiling where it was zapped with a lightning bolt and brought them back to life as a monster, cackling all the time as he admired his creation, a monster of a sort that had never existed before.

A sweaty, beautiful, chaotic, organized, hyper-realized, super tight, fever dream of a monster that defies categorization and pumped out so much beat and rhythm that Gabe’s better call in a structural engineer to look at their roof sometime soon because it may have been blown clean the fuck off.

This was their first show in Iowa City and we all gushed and pleaded and threatened them that they better come back – or else – and I certainly hope they do.

Mostly for the sake of everybody who didn’t get to see them this time and are – rightfully – feeling bad about it given how much those of us that did have talked them up.

Would I go see them again myself?

I don’t know. They set the bar pretty insanely damn high themselves with their show on Monday and how could they possibly top it?

Then again, if anybody could, it would be them, wouldn’t it?

That’s a chance I’m willing to take.

If we’re lucky enough for them to come to our town again, so should you.

11/8/2010


Goldmine

The Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival was hardly strictly bluegrass

It’s hard to say what was the best moment at the tenth annual Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival last weekend in San Francisco’s Golden Gate Park.  Maybe stretching out on a hill, looking up a trees and sky while Rosanne Cash sang songs from the list of important songs her late father, Johnny Cash, gave her.  Maybe Del McCoury’s high notes or the Carolina Chocolate Drops revitalizing vintge 1930s string band music (music researcher/Oberlin alum Rhiannon Giddens dropped ina phenomenal a cappella Scots Gaelic number she learned while studying in the UK).   Maybe “Guitar Town” from Steve Earle & the Dukes.   Or T Bone Burnett’s jam fest where the quicksilverish Elvis Costelo introduced a new song he descirbed as how rock and roll was done in the 1920s (it sounded like cabaret to me).

As for old timers like Doc Watson, Hazel Dickens (the voice of West Virginia coal mining coutnry) and EArl Scruggs, Ralph Stanley was going strong at 83, ornamenting his voczls far more than he did in bygone decades.   Like in his early days with his late brother Carter, his is a family band thanks to grandson Nathan (now moved from mandolin to guitar).   “He’s 18 and never been murdered — I mean married,” Ralph joked, prehaps referring to the violence of his southwestern Virginia culture that lies within his regional music.  The crowd danced happily has hapless Pretty Polly was tossed in to her grave.   Nathan, by the way, looked rather goth, but when you think about it, his grandfather’s repertoire (“O Death,” “Man of Constannt Sorrow”) is Appalachian gothic.

Surprises abounded.  Long-ago Blaster Phil Alvin joined younger brother Dave Alvin and the Guilty Women as “Marie” became Spanish language.   Dave and Christy McWilson convereted Doris Day’s 1956 white-bread “Que Sera Sera” to pure rock with ad libbed verses about Dave himself.   Whereas Day’s Eisenhower era orginal exuded optimism, Dave sees the song as fatalistic.

Allison Moorer and her older sister Shelby Lynne (nee Shelby Lynne Moorer) did their first public appearance as a duet act tentatively named Sissy.  (When each one’s autobiographical lyrics refer to Sissy, it’s the other she’s talking about.)   Besides their own songs (Allison’s Oscar-nominated “Soft Place to Fall”) they covered old Everly Brothers hits, opening and closing the set with a buoyant take on Kay Starr’s “Side by Side.”

Joan Baez largely retrenched to the trad ballads (“Lily of the West,” “House of the Rising Sun”)and apocalyptic Dylan material (“Farewell Angelina”) of her ’60s heyday.    Good move.

Richard Thompson stretched out “Demons in Her Dancing Shoes” to close with English country dance music.   It was an ironic ending given that the song’s setting (1960s crime-syndicate London) is such a far cry from the world of English country dance.

Of course, there were numerous references throughout the weekend to bluegrass’s stern o ld founder, the late Bill Monroe.   McCoury and Peter Rowan, of course, had been in his Bluegrass Boys.

Needless to say, this report can’t include all the great acts that played.   With six stages, you couldn’t be everywhere.   People say Patti Smith was phenomenal.

One final delight was Portland, Oregon’s Marchfourth Marching Band, which woke up Sunday morning’s crowd with, besides their music, an amazing trio of acrobat/comedians on stilts.

And thanks to investment banker/bluegrass lover Warren Hellman for once again creating and footing the bill for this incredible festival.

10/5/10


Tucson Weekly

Musical Spectacle: MarchFourth Marching Band @ Club Congress, Friday 6/4

The MarchFourth Marching Band may just make you feel like a kid again John Averill, bass player and leader of the MarchFourth Marching Band, says the group’s joyous, freewheeling and funky performances are designed with both adults and children in mind.

I’ll go a step further: When I saw MarchFourth, it made this adult feel like a kid again.

Named for the date on which it formed, MarchFourth is a collective from Portland, Ore., that usually performs with almost two dozen members: horn players, a drum corps, dancers, fire breathers, clowns and stilt-walkers. The group plays a few covers, but its material is primarily original, drawing inspiration from jazz and big-band music, rock, funk, vaudeville, conventional marching bands, gypsy and Balkan music, a wide range of Latin, Caribbean and African styles, TV and film scores and the New Orleans second-line tradition. Averill was one of the five founding members who agreed to learn seven cover tunes for a Mardi Gras party on March 4, 2003. The band exploded from there, he says. “In the beginning, we never really planned out where we wanted to go. This thing has taken off with a life of its own. Leading this project is a lesson in learning how to not over-control the situation. It’s like a chariot with 18 horses, and it took off right out of the gate. The individual players and their influences dictate where we go with it.”

MarchFourth will return to Tucson to play this Friday, June 4, at Hotel Congress, as part of the event March Into Summer, presented by the Parasol Project. The festivities will also include an appearance by the local “pirate string band” The Missing Parts and a circus cabaret featuring jugglers, freaks, aerial performers, clowns and dancers.

Tucsonans were first introduced to MarchFourth one balmy Friday night last October. The band played an early-evening set at the annual cultural festival Tucson Meet Yourself in El Presidio Park. As that performance wound down, MarchFourth marched through the Pima County Courthouse arch, took a quick jog on Church Avenue to Congress Street, then headed east, playing the entire time—with a growing crowd joyfully following behind. At a few street corners, MarchFourth took a break from marching to play on the sidewalk, blasting funky brass and drums through the Tucson night. At a couple of stops, local horn players spontaneously jumped in to jam with the group. When the band arrived at the Hotel Congress, it took a quick break to set up on the outdoor stage and played another complete set under the stars, while the dancers and stilt-walkers mixed, mingled and danced with the audience.

MarchFourth can’t stage impromptu parades in every city. The members have to research local ordinances and regulations beforehand, Averill says. “In some places, you can get fined for performing on a city street without a license. In some places, they’ll fine you $500. Per person.” Indeed, every MarchFourth performance is different. “To a certain extent, we always want to keep that spontaneity as a very important ingredient to the whole thing. A lot of our material is arranged in ways to allow for that. A lot of the songs have open-ended arrangements, and it depends on who’s soloing or the rest of the chemistry that dictates how a show will be. Sometimes that means random performers come up to us on the street to play as well.” Averill says some of the current MarchFourth players actually were drawn into the group after joining in during street performances. Nowadays, the extended roster for MarchFourth includes about 35 musicians and performers, although only about 20 travel together for each tour, he says. “Some of them have other commitments. Some are on the first-call list; some are considered substitutes. The money can only spread so far. We’re not making really great money, but I’d rather pay decent money to 20 people for a tour than take 30-plus and have them not making hardly anything.” Averill, 42, says an average MarchFourth tour will include a maximum of five or six horn players, eight drummers and four to six dancers and/or stilt-walkers. And, of course, there’s Averill on bass, trailing a cart with a battery-powered amplifier.

The members come from a variety of musical backgrounds, Averill says. “The horns have more of the formal training, and some of the drummers have experience in school band or marching band. I didn’t personally have marching band in my background. I’m more of a rock guy, originally. But now, I can write music for a mini-orchestra, and have nine different drum parts if I want. “And I don’t take it for granted, either. I feel really grateful that the band is still together and gets along as well as it does. I mean, we’ve had our growing pains and challenging moments, but compared to what I hear about other ‘alternative marching bands’ out there, we are a pretty well-adjusted group.” MarchFourth has recorded and released three independent albums, the most recent being Rise Up. To the group’s credit, the music is excellent on disc, too. “That’s nice to hear, because that aspect is important to me. We don’t just want it to be about the spectacle. We want it to sound like a real band that makes real music that moves you and records CDs that preserve that experience,” Averill says. Most of the band’s members also are full- or part-time artists, designers and craftspeople, who design and fabricate every piece of hardware used, from the stilts to the drum harnesses. And each individual member creates his or her unique uniform. “Everybody can do whatever they want in terms of how they look, for better or worse. Some of us can use a little more fashion sense. Some of the members look really good, and some people roll out of bed, put on a hat and call it good.” -Gene Armstrong

June 2, 2010


Sacramento Press

To say that March Fourth Marching Band is eclectic is an understatement. Although the mobile group consists of the usual marching band staples, including a 12-piece horn section and a 10-piece drum and percussion set, everything else about the group screams circus. Fire-eaters, stilt walkers, hula-hoop dancers and puppeteers are just a few of the elements that make March Fourth an act to remember.
The Portland natives who make up March Fourth performed Wednesday at Necropolis, a club in Old Sacramento.
Necropolis is small, so the performers and musicians mingled with guests at the bar while their equipment was set up. The show started a little late because of trouble with the tour bus — a 1984 MCI Coach purchased on eBay — but once it began, things got lively.
Unfortunately, because Necropolis’ ceilings are relatively low and the venue is downstairs, there were no stilt walkers, fire eaters or puppeteers. But that had no effect on the spirit of the performers or the energy of the crowd.
When the black lights came on, the costumes of the group really came to life. The glow from the black-and-white color combinations of the marching band’s jackets, vests and hats lit up the room. And the white flags of the flag twirlers and the neon-pink hoops of the hula hoop dancer appeared particularly psychedelic.
The intimate venue allowed dancers to pull guests onto the dance floor to boogey with them. Everyone was encouraged to jump out of their seats and cut a rug.
“I love their junkie, artistic, thrown-together, sort of hodgepodge sound,” said Stephanie Bird. “I actually saw them at Burning Man and when I heard that they were playing here in Sacramento, I just had to go see them again. They really are entertainment for all your senses.”
The crowd at the venue ranged from toddlers to older gentlemen. Regardless of age, the antics of the dancers and the energy of March Fourth Marching Band kept a smile on everybody’s face, even without the more extreme elements of their act.
“The music is all about having fun,” stilt walker Sid Simpatico said. “That’s the most important thing.”
(4/1/2010)


Music Union

They arrived in a clown car. Swerving recklessly through the streets of downtown LA with majorettes spilling out the windows, arms and instruments dangling, a blur of gold tassels and red crushed velvet. Behind the vehicle a long banner trailed soulfully, like the wail of a police siren solidified in cloth. March Fourth Marching Band

Ok, ok, sorry. I was exaggerating. There was no clown car. No gaily painted Priscilla Queen of the Desert funny business either. Just a regular old tour bus.

(Read the whole show review here)

10/1/2009


Atlanta Journal Constitution

For sheer foot-stomping, joy-making fun, you couldn’t beat the MarchFourth Marching Band from Portland, Ore. It was a blend of burlesque, vaudeville, horn-driven funk and marching band madness. The costumed horde, many with their faces painted and several on death-defying stilts, made for the kind of spectacle that deserves the word awesome. At the end of the show, the entire entourage trooped into the crowd at the Eclipse Tent. It was almost like the shouting, chanting fans were part of the band. 10/14/2007


Comfort Music

I got a chance to see MarchFourth Marching Band over the weekend, and was completely enamored of their blazing, kickass funk. It was the kind of funk that you could only really get by deploying five drummers (including a dedicated cymbal player), six horn players, and a powerfully grooving bass player who got the opportunity to strut around the center of the stage like a lead geetar player given that everyone else in the band was trapped behind their instrument mics. Admittedly this new studio album, Rise Up, fails to transmit some of the other essential glories of the band – the alluring majorette squad, the death-defying stilt-walkers, the five-foot tall cowbell(!) – but this music remains an obvious force for Good Times all the same. (“Nightmarika” is presented in anticipation of Halloween, natch.) 10/19/09


Quiet Color: Concert Review

Think Dr. Seuss meets Circ du Soleil. Now add about 100 of the most eclectic crowd you can possibly find between New York City and Portland, Oregon hopped up on…um…life. Throw in some stilts, acrobatics, fur vests and a dance mosh…not the first image you get when you think MARCHING BAND, but MarchFourth Marching Band last night at the Knitting Factory was that….and more.

The dancing was not exactly uniform…neither were their uniforms, but why should they be when every horn played like they could have been the solo act at a New Orleans Jazz Club with the likes of Louis Armstrong and drums hit with the power of an African bonfire ceremony. Playing their take on some classics like the Rocky theme song and blowing our minds with original pieces like “Nighmarica,” once the crowd let go, the dance floor was possibly the closest the knitting factory has gotten to a rave. Rave and Marching Band in the same sentence?? Maybe you’ve got to be there to understand the effect of this surrealist high-energy big band ensemble…but these guys are on ANOTHER LEVEL. Luckily they’re hitting up a couple more spots on the East coast before heading back to their home in Portland. M4MB takes the band geek out of the marching band and replaces them with sex gods in wild face paint and DIY costumes. If only they were all this way…that Thanksgiving Day Parade would be a little more interesting. (October 2008)

http://quietcolor.com/qc/?p=1426