MOKB Sun King Concert Series
The Black Lillies
Brandon Whyde and the Devil's Keep
1043 Virginia Ave #215
Indianapolis, IN, 46203
Doors 7:00 PM / Show 8:30 PM
This event is 21 and over
Watch & Listen
The Black Lillies
Black Lillies front man Cruz Contreras knows a thing or two about the road. His band was conceived upon it, during that year he spent driving a truck after losing both his wife and his old group, Robinella and the CCstringband. Its ties were strengthened, its sound sharpened, its skills honed, in countless shows along the way. And the band's new album, "Runaway Freeway Blues," was conceived there. When the Lillies weren't playing their 200-odd gigs during 2012, they were in Wild Chorus Studio in their hometown of Knoxville, Tenn., working with Scott Minor of Sparklehorse to craft a beautiful ode to restless spirits and rambling hearts. Rooted in the mud-rutted switchbacks of Appalachia, "Runaway Freeway Blues" is the sound of a band that's become something of a phenomenon across the country.
Contreras and his bandmates – harmony vocalist Trisha Gene Brady, multi-instrumentalist Tom Pryor, bass player Robert Richards and drummer Bowman Townsend – have grown from a few friends sitting around campfires and living rooms to a band that shows up in far-flung cities where folks to whom they've never played before already know the words to the songs. Eschewing record labels, they still managed to put a track from the last record ("Same Mistakes," off of "100 Miles of Wreckage") in Country Music Television's top 12 requested videos for four months. (Its predecessor, "Two Hearts Down," was a top-requested video on CMT for three months.) Despite trafficking in a richer, more authentic brand of country and Americana than what gets played on mainstream country radio, they've still been invited to perform at the Grand Ole Opry more than a dozen times – a record for an independent act.
The Black Lillies, in other words, have come a long way from those early days, when Contreras channeled heartache and regret into a stunning debut. "Whiskey Angel" was the sound of a man drowning his sorrows, but it was an introduction to a man who had languished behind the scenes for too long. As the guy who loaned out his initials to Robinella and the CCstringband, which flirted with national fame a few years ago with a hit ("Man Over") on Country Music Television, an appearance on "Late Night With Conan O'Brien" in 2003, and albums on both Sony and Dualtone, he was known best as a mandolin virtuoso and bandleader.
Starting over, he stunned friends and peers in the East Tennessee music scene with a voice that makes you think of Randy Travis or Dan Tyminski or even the great Ralph Stanley in his prime: steeped in regret, seasoned with pain and tempered in the fires of hard times. It served "Whiskey Angel" well, and when "100 Miles of Wreckage" was released in 2011, the band had become one of the biggest things to come out of East Tennessee since The V-Roys.
That record was the sound of a man taking stock of his life and his past, regarding the pain and the turmoil with a measure of wistful acceptance. Which brings us to "Runaway Freeway Blues," which finds the band focused on the horizon, filled with the nervous energy of excitement at the unknown future waiting on the other side of that distant hill, enthusiastic about the journey as much as they are about the destination.
The emotional arc of the new record is brilliant, so vivid and detailed with lush harmonies and instrumental virtuosity that's as powerful in the quieter moments as it is explosive during jubilant ones. From the beautifully sorrowful opening track "The Fall," the record feels like the start of a journey, with our hero pointing his old truck toward the sunset, gripping the wheel with shaking hands, fighting back tears and chain-smoking his way down a long dark highway.
By the rollicking blues-shuffle of "Smokestack Lady," he's come through the night, settled in for the drive and found himself looking at the sunrise-kissed landscape with new eyes. There's hope and beauty and possibility on this end of that journey, and so he puts the hammer down and barrels on toward no place in particular, knowing that wherever he lands will be better than the place from which he's come.
You can cherry-pick any number of songs from "Runaway Freeway Blues" and find gold. Banjo, pedal steel, piano and everything else lift this record up on wings of uncommon grace and stunning vitality, and when Contreras and Brady combine their voices, it calls to mind classic duets from times long gone: George and Tammy. Gram and Emmylou. Johnny and June. From the gentle Laurel Canyon folk rock of The Eagles to the honky-tonk heartache of classic country to the winding jams of the Grateful Dead, "Runaway Freeway Blues" is an album that defies easy categorization.
It was conceived on the road, inspired by the road and completed there as well: Contreras mixed the album while on tour, by phone and email, coordinating overdubs and guest instrumental appearances (Josh Oliver, formerly of the everybodyfields; banjo player Matt Menefee, who's toured with Mumford & Sons, Levi Lowery and Big & Rich; and a host of Tennessee's finest musicians on horns, harmonica and percussion) while playing into the wee hours of the morning, driving all night and setting up in the next city to do it all over again.
It's breakneck, brazen and beautiful. It's the sound of a band that's rooted in East Tennessee but more at home piled into a van stacked with gear, windows down and aimed toward the next gig. It's an album that lets long-time fans as well as relative newcomers to the Black Lillies phenomenon know that this train isn't stopping anytime soon.
"Runaway Freeway Blues" is scheduled for national release on March 26. The Black Lillies have dates booked at festivals including South By Southwest, Merlefest, the Rochester International Jazz Festival … and very possibly in a city near you.
Brandon Whyde and the Devil's Keep
Brandon Whyde hails from Beech Grove, Ind. The birthplace of one Steve McQueen. Much like “The King of Cool,” Whyde tends to leave an impression with everything he does.
In high school he was filed in the yearbook under “most popular.” He wrestled on a team that was perennially state-ranked. As running back he was captain of the football team. Whyde also played baseball and ran track.
Around the same time, he decided to play music. That seed was planted much earlier by his father, who was always singing around the house. Music was Whyde’s saving grace when his father was killed by drunk driver when Whyde was still a teen. Discovering aural poets like Bob Dylan soon introduced a new world to Whyde beyond the confining conventions of Midwestern youth. He picked up a guitar and never looked back.
A brief stint at Indiana University gave way to a self-described apprenticeship in Nashville, Tenn.
“Every night you can go out to three different clubs, watch and talk with people, and learn so much,” Whyde says of Music City, U.S.A. “Everyone is so open there to lend a helping hand. I learned so much playing second fiddle to what they were doing. I tried to learn as much as I could.”
Whyde didn’t get his big break there. That came after he returned to Indiana. During a side-stage performance at an Indianapolis amphitheater, one of the featured performer’s guitarist liked what he heard from Whyde and invited him to his home to record some demos. A year later those recordings found their way to Josh Kelley, who also liked them enough to invite Whyde to record with him.
“He’s like Bob Dylan and Tom Waits got stuck in a blender, and out came Brandon Whyde,” Kelley says.
Subsequent sessions yielded a 10-song CD that showcases the soul-searing exorcism Whyde projects not just with an impassioned, roughhewn voice that both breaks and melts, but a vintage mien punctuated by dark, curly locks and piercing blue eyes where every emotion experienced can be traced.
Since recording with Kelley, Whyde has opened for the nationally-known singer-songwriter on a month-long tour. It was an opportunity for him to experience new things and learn some too.
“I’m a natural-born people-watcher, so it’s been neat to get around to these different places and notice the similarities between all people,” he says. “Getting out and moving around, you find out we’re pretty much the same all over.”
“I mainly draw on past experiences,” Whyde says of his muses. “I’m moved more by the motors of people and telling a story that perhaps can be healing for another person. It’s been neat to meet more people. Everything else is just coloration.”
Whyde hopes for more such prospects to stay inspired.
“Right now I’d love the opportunity to just stay on the road and keep moving,” he says. “There’s nothing better than that for me. I don’t what it is. It’s just in my personality to wander somewhere new every night.”
A restless soul. Just like McQueen.
“It’s that era that I really love,” Whyde says of that bygone era. “There’s a coolness to it all that’s not around anymore.”
Except in Whyde.
– Wade Coggeshall (excerpt from nuvo.net)
Chris Weller plays upright bass.
Benji Ballard plays drums.