Calexico and Iron & Wine
901 Wharf St SW
Washington, DC, 20024
Doors 6:30 PM / Show 8:00 PM
This event is all ages
Calexico and Iron & Wine
Calexico and Iron & Wine first made an artistic connection with In the Reins, the 2005 EP that brought Sam Beam, Joey Burns and John Convertino together. The acclaimed collaboration introduced both acts to wider audiences and broadened Beam’s artistic horizons, but it was the shared experience of touring together in the tradition of Bob Dylan’s “Rolling Thunder Revue”—in particular, one terrifyingly fraught leg of that tour—that cemented their bond.
“We were driving from Toronto to Detroit to Chicago in a snowstorm,” Joey says. “It was one of the scariest drives we’ve ever done. We were in our 15-passenger van with a trailer. John did almost all the driving, and everyone in the van was completely silent. Everywhere we were seeing cars and trucks off the road. And we were listening to that Johnny Cash American Recordings album. It was intense. When we made it safe and arrived in Chicago, the relief we felt was an incredible experience. I’ll never forget that glimpse into the importance of life and the risks that you take.”
Their metaphorical roads diverged in the years that followed, but they kept in touch and cross-pollinated where they could. Burns cropped up on Iron & Wine’s 2007 album Shepherd’s Dog; Beam sang on Calexico’s Carried to Dust (2008) and Edge of the Sun (2015); steel guitarist Paul Niehaus, a longtime Calexico sideman, joined Beam’s touring band. They played a benefit showed together in New York in 2013 and occasionally shared festival stages for a song or two. But although they often talked about rekindling their collaboration in the studio and on the stage, it wasn’t until last year that their schedules aligned.
Years to Burn can’t help but be different from In the Reins. Back then, Calexico entered the studio with a long list of previous collaborations (first in Giant Sand, then backing the likes of Victoria Williams and Richard Buckner) and the knowledge that they loved Sam’s voice and his songs, but wondering if his material was so complete and self-contained that it lacked a way in, so hushed and delicate that it might be overwhelmed. For his part, Beam had been intimidated by their virtuosic playing and their deep comfort in an encyclopedic array of styles. “In my mind, I was a guy who knew three chords and recorded in a closet,” Sam says. “They were playing big stages and were superb musicians.”
Those fears were dispelled quickly. Calexico was bowled over by Beam’s many talents: “The arranging, the writing, his sense of rhythm, the quality of his vocals—and then there’s the experimental side of Sam,” Joey says. “I’m from a jazz background in high school, trained classically in college, and played punk and garage rock in my twenties before I landed with Giant Sand. That variety and that openness is so important to me. And with Sam, he was so open to it in his songs.”
“They were the perfect band at the perfect time for me,” Sam adds. “I loved all their different sounds. They’re musical anthropologists, not regurgitating but absorbing what they discover.” Nearly 15 years on, “coming back to the project has to do with acknowledging how much impact the first record had for me in my life.”
Beam, Burns and Convertino reconvened in Nashville for four days of recording in December 2018. Nobody was keen to retread old ground. They even joked about calling the record Nostalgia’s A Bitch. The challenge was to make it new. The change of venue—from Calexico’s home base of Tucson, where In the Reins was tracked—was one part of the effort.
Together with Niehaus, veteran Calexico trumpet player Jacob Valenzuela and frequent Beam cohorts Rob Burger (Tin Hat Trio) on piano and Sebastian Steinberg (Soul Coughing, Fiona Apple) on bass, they settled in at the Sound Emporium, a fabled studio founded in the sixties by Cowboy Jack Clement and the site of countless landmark sessions in country and rock over the ensuing decades. Convertino got chills when he found a framed photo of R.E.M. on the wall: Document was recorded there.
Another added ingredient was engineer Matt Ross-Spang, whose recent resume includes producing Margo Price’s Midwest Farmer’s Daughter, working with Memphis legends like Al Green in the Sam Phillips studio that’s now Ross-Spang’s home turf, and winning a Grammy for mixing Jason Isbell’s album Something More Than Free (another Sound Emporium project). Ross-Spang was assisted by Rachel Moore; he shares production credits with Beam, Burns and Convertino.
Ross-Spang and Beam kept each other loose. “They were constantly making jokes, cracking each other up,” Burns says. “It was funny because Matt and Sam are very similar—similar personality, similar beards.” (Beam: “His beard is much smaller than mine.”)
Beam wrote all the songs for In the Reins. He took the lead again here, bringing five songs to the session, but Burns added one of his own in the end too. They took differing approaches; Sam shared meticulous demos ahead of time and was ready with arrangement ideas and instrumental parts, while Joey spontaneous as ever, came in with concepts and an eagerness to improvise. Upon arriving in Nashville, he also penned a tune.
“We’d rented this big Airbnb walking distance from the studio,” Burns says. “We got there and I had a little time. I thought about what’s missing from the material that I knew we were going to work on, and I wrote a song. That was ‘Midnight Sun’. I thought it was a more open piece of music, and that it will open up even more to improvisation when we do it live.”
“The first time, we basically backed up Sam playing his songs,” John says. “This time we allowed for improvisation. Joey was willing to offer song ideas and Sam was open to it. It was more collaborative.”
“With my own stuff, I’m always fighting expectations,” Beam admits. “It’s hard to stay focused on that sense of discovery.” In contrast, this session was all about “making something together, the act of doing it together. We were coming in doing a version of ourselves, and we had these nostalgic melodies, but we were trying to surprise ourselves.”
To that end, “we decided to record live as much as possible, limit overdubs, maximize playing and performing,” Joey adds. “We had no rehearsal in advance, we just went into the studio, and there was not a lot of planning. We thought, let’s not replicate who we’ve been, but do something more experimental and fun. There’s a beautiful contrast in the music we all make in our bands. When you’re sharing music with others, that’s when sparks start flying and ideas come about.”
Beam’s opener “What Heaven’s Left” has the bones of a classic country weeper and Niehaus’s crying pedal steel to match, but Valenzuela’s horn—first floating, then high-stepping—tugs the tune towards R&B. The lyric gives thanks—to a lover, a sibling or friend, maybe music itself: “You take my doubt and let me believe/You find the lightning in the tops of my trees,” Sam sings. His writing “is a beautiful gift from someone who is so deep and so poetic to open up,” Burns says.
On Joey’s “Midnight Sun” the two singers trade haunted-sounding verses over shimmering steel until the song devolves into a corrosive electric lead like a dying siren from Burns.
Next up is “Father Mountain” one of Beam’s signature cinematic strummers with an inescapably sticky melody and the rightful lead single from Years to Burn. Burns doubles Beam’s lead vocal with an almost ghostly high harmony and Burger’s keys twinkle through the mix.
Then things get really interesting. “John and I proposed doing this instrumental, free piece and Sam said great,” Joey recounts. That became “Outside El Paso” named for the Texas border town where Convertino has lived the last five years. Inspired equally by the post-rock bands Calexico rubbed elbows with on Chicago’s Touch and Go label in the nineties and their own sonic explorations on various tour EPs, it’s a showcase for Valenzuela, “a great improviser on trumpet,” John says. “I wanted moments in the studio where he could be free. In folk or pop songs you have to be so specific, you’re playing a melody or an accent. I wanted a contrast where he could improvise.”
“It’s a palate cleanser,” Sam says. “I spend so much time on words and chord changes, whereas those guys, their musicality and songwriting are more on even ground. Us doing that on the record was a way of stretching out. The way we play live shows together is similar, so this was a way of bringing the stage into the studio.”
“Follow the Water” returns to Beam’s comfort zone, foregrounding his vocals and a percussive refrain about being buffeted by life: “Everybody climbs on the rollercoaster car/Gets rattled by the track, up and down, around and back/Whoever I was, no matter who you are/No one’s walking off the same.”
The ensuing eight minutes are both the solution to something of a studio puzzle and the pinnacle of the session’s free exchange of musical ideas. The pieces are “Tennessee Train” an acoustic sketch with a lyric Beam completed just as the session began, and “Evil Eye” a two-chord groove fit for improvisatory vamping. Each was more than worthy, but neither seemed to stand alone—until they were paired with another piece, “Pájaro,” based on lyric fragments drawn from “Tennessee Train” then translated into Spanish and sung by Valenzuela over pretty acoustic picking.
Together the three form a single song cycle of three mini-movements whose title arose from a tossed-off joke that wound up hitting home. In a quiet moment at the end of a take, bassist Sternberg quipped, “Life is bittersweet” Convertino remembers, “We all laughed, but then we said, ‘Yeah. Hell yeah.’ And that became ‘The Bitter Suite’.”
Its disparate parts are “linked and connected but different windows to our worlds,” Joey says. In the suite and throughout these songs, “you can feel a spirit that reflects a sense of hope when times are tough.” There are “minor chords and major chords, openness versus chaos, harmonies between Sam and myself, an uplifting feeling paired with melancholy, blues, sadness. It’s a combination not easily described.”
“Music is storytelling. Even if there aren’t words, there’s dialogue happening all through,” John adds. “These dialogues tell stories of where we’re at right now, and the beauty of music is you don’t have to talk about it. You don’t have to describe or instruct but go with intuition. For me the most important part is trusting the intuition in your heart and hope it translates to the listener or the people at the show.”
The set closes with a pair of tunes written by Beam but sung by Burns. “I love doing that. You hear it different,” Sam says. “We tried to do it as much as we could—tag team, I’ll sing one of yours, you sing one of mine. The point is to create as much variety as possible.”
The title track is a subtle stunner, adorned with gorgeous brass and steel, played with a lullaby’s tender grace and delivered by Joey with delicate restraint. The lyric suggests a reflection on life’s phases, its difficulties and pleasures, dreams and disappointments, connections made and broken, past and still to come.
“Life is hard. Awesome. And scary as shit. But it can lift you up if you let it,” Sam offers. “These are the things Joey and I write about now. And the title can encapsulate a lot of things. ‘Years to Burn’ could mean you’re cocky, you’ve got it made. Or, our life is ours to burn, to be inspired. Or you’re burned by life, brutalized. It’s an ambiguous title, because life is complicated. Let’s not talk like teenagers about love, desire, pain, ‘cause we’re not teenagers. And that’s not a bad thing.”
The recording, and the partnership, came full circle on the closer. Penned some two decades ago, “In Your Own Time” was one of Beam’s earliest demos and the first of his songs Calexico heard. With some extra studio time on the final day, Burns learned the tune and the band recorded it as a shared, shambling shuffle that rides Burger’s loping, homey keys. Joey and Sam trade leads—Burns’s Latin-tinged, Beam’s a bit of bluesy slide—and share the vocal. “We only want a life that’s well worth living/And sleeping ain’t no kind of life at all,” they sing in tandem. “Come meet the family and get warm by the fire/Someone will catch you if you want to fall.”
People grow older. Move on. Change. Kids grow up, make us proud, move away. Some relationships end. Others blossom. National divides deepen, neighbors tear at each other—or march together.
The road is dark and icy, but a steady hand keeps the van steered true.
“As touring musicians, we all have families at home, but we form a sort of family together on the road,” Joey reflects. “Then we say goodbye and go home to our real families. So to reunite feels good, and to reestablish that connection to friends and music, and to find new directions and perspectives on life.”
“I can’t overstate how much of a family feeling it is,” Sam agrees. “We have a team.”
“This project had to find the right time,” Joey concludes. “We’re all different people than we were in 2004, and music helps to bridge some of the gaps. For all the things going on in our world and in each of our lives, this connection, this friendship, this love that we have—this album is a vehicle for that bond. It’s a chance to see where we’re at, take stock and be there for our friends.”
ANDERS SMITH LINDALL
“We should try again to talk,” Frances Quinlan writes. It not just a lyric—it’s a suggestion, a warning, a plea, a wish. This request is woven throughout Likewise, her forthcoming solo album, amidst dramatically shifting motifs. Some are jubilant, some are dreamy and abstract, and a few are sinister, but within each dark void that Quinlan explores, there is a light peering back at her.
Frances Quinlan has built an identity for herself over the past decade as the lead songwriter and front-woman of the Philadelphia-based band Hop Along, and her distinct voice is among the most recognizable and inimitable in music. While the band began as Quinlan’s solo project (originally titled Hop Along, Queen Ansleis), Likewise is Quinlan’s debut under her own name. To make the record, she enlisted the virtuosic skills of her bandmate Joe Reinhart, and together they produced the album at his studio, The Headroom, recording in stints over the course of a year.
“One of the benefits of experience in my case has been that I’ve become a stronger and more adventurous collaborator,” Quinlan states. “Working with Joe on this made me able to better see that the guitar is just one vehicle… there are so many others to explore.” With a renewed openness to explore different sounds, Quinlan supplements her typical guitar-based instrumentation with synthesizers, digital beats, harps, strings, and a wide variety of keyboards. The shifting and exploratory nature of these musical arrangements allow her lyrics and vocals—which have always been at the forefront of her music—to reach emotional depths like never before. Her vocal tones beckon a kaleidoscopic range of emotions across all nine songs on the album, from soft and ruminative to enraged and commanding; from conveying powerful messages to highlighting small, yet poignant, moments.
Quinlan is a voyaging songwriter. Throughout Likewise, she confronts what confounds her in the hopes that she will come out on the other side with a better sense of what it is to be human. She presents listeners with a complicated, albeit spirited vision of what it could mean to truly engage with another person, to give a small piece of oneself over to someone else without expectation. It’s no easy task, in fact, it’s likely to remain a lifelong effort. This sentiment can be heard on the album’s first single “Rare Thing,” about a tumultuous dream Quinlan had about her then-infant niece. She sings, “I know there is love that/doesn’t have to do with/taking something from somebody.” Through percussive shifts, rosy bass, and transcendent harps that echo the parting of clouds, Quinlan expresses both joy and sadness in the discovery that a better, and perhaps more generous, way to love exists.
The common thread that leads us through each chapter of Likewise is our narrator’s sincere desire for open dialogue, with both the listeners and the subjects of her songs. But, even when that open dialogue isn’t possible, and there is a missed connection, Quinlan’s tone refrains from being one of despair. The sublime and rollicking “Your Reply” shows Quinlan attempting to engage with tenderness, even when met with a palpable silence. “There can be a one-sidedness to even the most loving and rewarding relationships,” Quinlan says. “We will always have a part of ourselves we can’t or don’t know how to share. There are so many risks involved. Regardless, I think of this song as celebratory. If anything, the speaker is frustrated at coming so close to understanding another person completely, but perhaps only just missing the mark. But still what a gift that is, to come close.”
“I think we often mistakenly interpret love as being a power struggle. You can’t hear any other person but yourself with that structure in place. You get in your own way, you can’t empathize.”
Likewise’s artwork is Quinlan’s own self-portrait, capturing the singer in this specific moment in time, as she stares wide-eyed, both fearful of, and eager to be seen. But she’s ready to look directly into the darkness of the abyss, find the light and make the jump for human connection. “You don’t realize what you’re cheating other people out of by not being honest. I struggle with it, I’m sure I always will. We are torn between our love and our shame. But I think at least part of that comes from a desire to be better. That is a noble drive, one that makes me hopeful when I consider the possible future.”
Put simply: “We should try again to talk.”