In Conjunction With the Feature Film: I Used To Be Darker
484 Union Ave
Brooklyn, NY, 11211
Doors 10:00 PM (event ends at 1:00 AM)
This event is 21 and over
Ned Oldham, Jack Carneal, and Aram Stith formed the Anomoanon in late 1994, therein cobbling together some of the first rumblings of a rambling, rocking psychedelic music richly rooted in traditional rhymes and balladry that set the stage but then veered away from the oncoming freak folk scene. Anomoanon recordings and performances often included brothers Will and Paul Oldham and other guests. Over the course of a dozen years and as many releases, the band alternated between releases featuring completely original music and words, mostly by Oldham and Stith, and releases using original music with borrowed centuries-old lyrics: the earthy (and worldly) ballads of the fifteenth-century poet Francois Villon; several evocative forays into the wildly beautiful and sweetly brutal rhymes of Mother Goose; and the sublime poetry of Robert Louis Stevenson. Flagpole observed of their self-titled first full-length on Palace Records, that the Anomoanon "has more in common with late-‘60s countrified rock a la Moby Grape and Crazy Horse than it does Smog, Nick Cave, or any other of the foreboding balladeer bunch." Amanda Petrusich, writing for Pitchfork called 2001's Derby Ram (Box Tree), "the story of the forest as told by ripping Fenders," and notes that "Miraculously, The Anomoanon have seized the Dead's scrappy, rollicking prowess, but eschewed their tye-dyed, hide-your-joint-in-your-beard meandering: The Anomoanon shoot to kill." Live shows seamlessly blend the traditional original and completely original material, uniting the threads in an electrified southern (by birth) psychedelic rock band, tight in the way only long, slow-baked musical relationships can become knit.
The lineup for this show features Ned Oldham and Aram Stith on electric guitars, Jack Carneal on drums, and Dave Heumann (Arbouretum), who graced the Anomoanon's critically acclaimed 2002 album Asleep Many Years in the Wood (Temporary Residence) with harmony vocals and continued singing and playing keyboards through to the end of the catalog.
This show is partly to celebrate the New York theatrical premier at the IFC Center in the West Village of Matt Porterfield's third film, I Used to Be Darker, in which Ned has a starring role and a good deal of music, and Jack Carneal a cameo. By the way, bring a ticket stub, or a ticket for a future screening, and get half off your ticket price at the door (not valid for this presale).
Find the complete Anomoanon discography here: http://users.bart.nl/~ljmeijer/anomoanon/disco.htm . For now, the Anomoanon catalog ends with 2005's Joji. Ned's most recent work with Old Calf, who appear in performance briefly near the end of Darker, includes the 2011 album Borrow a Horse (No Quarter).
The Anomoanon has always been a bit out of step with the time--both visionary and deeply ancient.
Message found on No Quarter's answering machine:
"Hey Mike-Thanks for sendin over the latest from Endless Boogie. So 'Long Island' makes, what, their 7th trip around the vinyl horn? You gotta give it to'em, they're style of blast don't ever get old. I once seen Boog Powell in this post game, after he'd hit two dingers off the A's, & the interviewer asked "do ya ever get tired of blastin'em over the fence"? Boog ruminated this for a second, gave way to scratchin his head, then locked eyes w/the natterin pipsqueak, smiled & said 'NOPE"!. And look at him now? The king of Baltimore BBQ.
So I was thinkin Endless Boogie is in the same class (okay, hold the Baltimore & hold the BBQ). Who don't love'em? Mike, even GIRLS BUY THESE RECORDS. There ain't no better testimonial to greatness than that! Let the pencil-neck 'n fat bottomed crit boys yammer on about comparisons to Coloured Balls, Trad Gras, Velvets, etc. At the end of the day it's the sonic stats that get pasted into Endless Boogie's page of the Rock & Roll Almanac. And in them annals they's battin 1000%. Pitchin's solid to boot. So it seems a mystery to me why's anyone would have to reach into the hyperbolic ether to pull down accurate tags. I mean, shit, 'Long Island' could almost be the second coming of 'Brain Capers'. You know? I can see you makin that pissy- ass face of yours, & sure, a Mott The Hoople comparison is about as psychedelic as an onion. But you know who liked onions? Ollie fuckin Halsall for one. They say he ate his the same way Kevin Ayers breeze through life - pickled. Don't think for uno momento that Norberto 'Pappo' Napolitano didn't consume tons of the allium genus in his lifetime. The man ate'em slathered'em on grilled beef every day of his life liked it growed on trees! To say nothin of the band Troyka, whose member, Ron Lukawitski was THE originator of the Bloomin Onion. But that's yrs ago, up to Edmonton, Alberta at a little place called Harry Hill's where is was known as the 'Puckered Fist'. I reckon they figured it was a well kept secret. How's Outback Steakhouse come to....procure....the recipe is one of life's great mysteries. Now I ain't no licensed shaman but these ears don't lie. And they's insinuatin that 'Long Island' is chock full've more phenols 'n flavonoids that you can shake a brace've Groundhogs albums at. And Mike? If you's is still in the throes of menopause, I have it on good authority that Top Dollar's voice is so witchy that it can destroy osteoclats, thus keepin them delicate bones of yours safe. The same was said about Ariel Bender's back in the day too. But only when he was Luther Grosvenor. Tellin, don't you think? Now pass the relish, I think I'm Patto."
Roland Seward Woodbe
sent from the pay phone at Ding-Dong Dell's
Scalp Level, Pa 2012