Gentle Reminder Letter: Record Store Day In The Fort

Image via RecordStoreDay.com's Press Release

Dearest Fort Worthians,

We are writing you today as to remind all thee great citizens of our mighty metropolis(?) that there will be much party to be had this Saturday, April 22nd.

Mucho mucho party.  

Ya see, this Saturday is Record Store Day. According to the official Record Store Day website, 2017 marks the 10yr anniversary of Record Store Day.

In fact, RSD has grown so much since its inception, there are now stores from every continent participating (except Antarctica, 'cause penguins).

Enough with the history lesson, let's move on to the party(ies).

All of Saturday's events are free to attend and all feature insanely stacked lineups. 

Besides that, all these events take place during the day which means they provide one and all with a legitimate excuse to day drink!

Last but not least, it is imperative we citizens support our local record stores. They are the lifeblood of our scene. If anything, this Saturday represents a great opportunity to celebrate our record stores and their contribution to our community.

Now that we've performed our civic duty, time to let these parties speak for themselves. For more details, click the images below to link up with each event's Facebook page.

Regretfully yours, 

XoXo,

FWN

Doc's Records feat. Movie The Band, Steve Gnash, High Art, Heater, Beach Priest, Starbass 

Image via Doc's Records Facebook Page

Dreamy Life Records feat. Acid Carousel, Sealion, Son of Stan, Sub Sahara, War Party, Teenage Sexx, Loafers

Image via Dreamy Life Records Facebook Page

Chief Records feat. Audry Oliver, Jason Eady, Tommy Hooker, Joe Savage, Holland K. Smith, Jackie Darlene, Michael Lee

Image via Chief Records Facebook Page

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about the word writer person:

Prewitt Scott-Jackson writes Dad poetry & short fiction when he's not hyping and typing for Fort Worth Noise. His writing can be found in Ghost City Press (New York), Five 2 One Magazine (Los Angeles), Prairie Schooner (University of Nebraska Press) and Sick Lit Magazine (Texas), among others. He prefers short walks on the beach because – and I quote – “It’s really hard to walk on sand.”

I Like This Song - Acid Carousel's "Higher Than The Beatles!"

I Like This Song celebrates songs by local bands sans clichéd music journo over-analysis.

The furthest we take the dissection of songs featured here is, well, you guessed it: "I Like This Song." 

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Today's featured song is the title track from Acid Carousel's forthcoming double LP, Higher Than The Beatles!

On March 7th the band announced the album will be released via Fort Worth's Dreamy Life Records, due to hit stores.. what do ya know, on April 20th.

Fresh off their successful Acid Spring Break !!! tour, you can catch the Acid Carousel cult in Fort Worth early this Friday night for Happy Hour at the Dreamy Life Records store. Event starts at 6pm, full details here.

Album Cover via Dreamy Life Records Bandcamp / Band Photo by Annie Nelson

Before delving into our expert musical analysis I'd like to give a hearty FWN s/o to Acid Carousel for all of the above.

I swear by every forest goddess I worship that between the music video and the album cover, the visuals associated with this record coulda made Utopiates' author Richard Blum blush.

"Higher Than The Beatles" is a bold claim to be sure but the Acid Carousel gang seem to back it up. I'll frame it this way: more than any other band in the 'plex, I wanna be on-board THIS band's tour bus.

Know what I'm saying?? 

The Acid Carousel Handbook perhaps?

Oh, that's right. Now I owe y'all a highly sophisticated musical opinion. Hmm, let's see....

Me: I LIKE THIS SONG! WHY AM I TYPING IN ALL CAPS?? IDK. FUCK IT. I THINK IT'S BECAUSE I LIKE THIS SONG!

Someone: Maybe it's because you took a lot of acid to find your mode to write this article? 

Me: IDK AF. I LIKE THIS SOOOOONNNNNGGGGGGG!!!GGGG!!!GGG!!GG!GG!  

Image via Acid Carousel's Facebook Page

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about the word writer person:

Prewitt Scott-Jackson writes Dad poetry & short fiction when he's not hyping and typing for Fort Worth Noise. His writing can be found in Ghost City Press (New York), Five 2 One Magazine (Los Angeles), Prairie Schooner (University of Nebraska Press) and Sick Lit Magazine (Texas), among others. He prefers short walks on the beach because – and I quote – “It’s really hard to walk on sand.”

2 Shows, 1 Wednesday Night in Fort Worth

Steve Gnash: A Man of the People - Photo Credit: Prewitt Scott-Jackson

FWN rolled hard in the Fort last night attending not one, but TWO free shows.

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FORT WORTH NOISE PSA ALERT: Visit Fort Worth (especially when there's two killer free shows whose schedules allow for dual attendance).

Look y'all, I honestly don't think anyone in the 'plex coulda crafted better times on a random Wednesday than we did last night.

Dreamy Life Records hosted an early shindig that kicked off at 7pm with Denver Williams. Unfortunately I just missed Williams, but I did however manage to experience Redeye (ATX) and his emotive voice before I Happy Am dazzled with avant-garde pop art tunes that woulda made Andy Warhol blush. 

I then met up with the rest of the FWN crew (Daniel Daniel, Capt. Beandip, KB & Little C, Uncle Dave, etc.) at The Live Oak midway thru Cody Lynn Boyd's set. ICYMI, we posted about CLB and his song "Freaks Of The Night" earlier this week.

Next up was Dreamy Life's own Steve Gnash. I gotta say, nobody in town puts on a show like the Gnash.

Look, we're no lawyers, but if we were and you asked us to prove it, we'd offer up the following video from last night as our Exhibit A:

Dallas' hard-rocking Dead Mockingbirds finished us off with pounding drums and a feisty, loud sound that shook the Live Oak.

Quite a bit of magic for a weekday if you ask me. What's the ol' saying? 

"On any given Wednesday..."

BONUS: We are still on the hunt to recruit Fort Worth Noise photogs, but in the meantime, we went ahead and iPhone photographed the jam outta this jam! 

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about the word writer person:

Prewitt Scott-Jackson writes Dad poetry & short fiction when he's not hyping and typing for Fort Worth Noise. His writing can be found in Ghost City Press (New York), Five 2 One Magazine (Los Angeles), Prairie Schooner (University of Nebraska Press) and Sick Lit Magazine (Texas), among others. He prefers short walks on the beach because – and I quote – “It’s really hard to walk on sand.”

I Like This Song - Cody Lynn Boyd's "Freaks Of The Night"

I Like This Song celebrates songs by local bands sans clichéd music journo over-analysis.

The furthest we take the dissection of songs featured here is, well, you guessed it: "I Like This Song." 

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Today's featured song comes from Cody Lynn Boyd's 2016 full-length, The Late Recordings.

This song has a pulse, it really cuts. If for some reason you find yourself not singing along with the refrain "I am a freak of the night," you may want to visit the clinic to confirm you ain't one of them lifeless zombies Boyd sings about on the record.

CLB can be found on stage this Wednesday, Feb. 22nd at The Live Oak w/ Dead Mockingbirds and that spicy dudeness Sir Steve Gnash (ICYMI, check the feature we did on Gnash back in November).

Doors at 8pm, full event details posted here. Btw, THIS SHOW IS FREE!!! 

Okay y'all, thinking this one deserves the oldest trick in the book treatment:

[taps your right shoulder while standing on your left then screams "I like this song!" in lieu of "I gotcha!"]

Image via Cody Lynn Boyd's Facebook Page

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about the word writer person:

Prewitt Scott-Jackson writes Dad poetry & short fiction when he's not hyping and typing for Fort Worth Noise. His writing can be found in Ghost City Press (New York), Five 2 One Magazine (Los Angeles), Prairie Schooner (University of Nebraska Press) and Sick Lit Magazine (Texas), among others. He prefers short walks on the beach because – and I quote – “It’s really hard to walk on sand.”

Where The West (Categorically) Begins: The Steve Gnash Experience

Fort Worth’s Steve Gnash and Dreamy Life Records release Gnash's eponymous debut record Friday Dec. 2nd at The Boiled Owl Tavern w/ Son of Stan and Same Brain. Gearing up for the big event I look back at my first Steve Gnash experience hoping to offer a glimpse of what to expect on Friday.

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It’s November and I’m tired. Really really tired and … ABSOLUTELY ENTHRALLED because Steve Gnash, per our Twitter interaction Nov. 7th, has agreed to give me unfettered access to his Nov. 9th show at The Live Oak in Fort Worth.

Twitter Screenshot courtesy of Prewitt Scott-Jackson

Flash forward two days, my Uber drops me off at The Live Oak. Not just any Uber, but like, honestly, the most cerebral Cinderella carriage-like Uber ride of the century. An omen of the night to come?

I’m early. Not just tonight, but always. Sipping cheap beer to numb my anxiousness, kill my nerves. Any second now and Steve Gnash was gonna walk through that door.

Then he did.

A light surrounds him. No, a halo. A halo of sunflower sunrays that scream “MAGIC!!” This guy is a certified Pop god.

An entourage follows: Two photographers, his manager, his driver, his personal nutrionist, an intimidating security guard, a sex bonfire of a backing band and an apple cart worth of adoring fans.  

My pen starts shaking in my hand. My blank notebook stares at me with grave doubt. Gnash immediately recognizes me as part of the press and precedes to one-hand-catch my dazed expression taking it back to the end zone for ‘6’ [sits down next to me in my mafia-inspired booth inside the Live Oak bar].

His entourage follows suit, filling up the entirety of the booth before I can blink. I’m enveloped by this sense I’ve been absorbed into his orbit. A star and his planets.

Initially, nothing is said to me. Logistics discussed amongst the group such as “How many plates of free nachos are we entitled to?” and “I can confirm I have the Nag Champa and the champagne Mr. Gnash,” etc.

I interject with my first, and as it would turn out, my only question of the evening, “So, Gnash, what were you doing prior to arriving tonight? I guess what I mean to say is … What does Steve Gnash do when nobody is looking?”

“There’s always someone looking at Gnash,” his manager Hollywood Jones quips.

Steve Gnash and Manager Hollywood Jones – Photo Credit: Prewitt Scott-Jackson

After a chasmic pause Gnash finally speaks, modestly answering “Reading someone’s cards.”

“Like Tarot cards?”

“Yes.”

“Whose cards would that be?”  

“The psychic at the gas station off 1900 block on Hemphill St.”

A halo of sunflower sunrays I tell ya, a halo of sunflower sunrays!

The entourage shifts towards the green room located backstage at ‘The Oak.’ I try to nudge my way in but Hollywood Jones puts a kibosh on that. Despite Jones restricting my green room access, Gnash offers me a pity pull from his champagne bottle. Would you pass on a pull of the philosopher’s stone? I think not.

Green Room Access Denied – Photo Credit: Prewitt Scott-Jackson

Being turned away, I head outside. A healthy portion of the backing band congregates on the loading dock, this includes lead bass guitarist (Tha) Mista Deezy. Mista Deezy specializes in having fun and serves as the most talented musician of the backing band. Besides providing lead bass, Tha Deezy doubles as lead backup vocalist.

Deezy refused my interview, but not in an “I’m the best musician here” kind of way, ‘twas more of an “I can’t disrupt my pre-game mojo but I hope you understand” kind of way.

Tha Mista Deezy (pictured right ) Pre-Gaming Prior to The Show – Photo Credit: Prewitt Scott-Jackson

Back in the main auditorium the audience sits inauspiciously waiting for something their minds are incapable of conceiving. I scan their brain pans with my deft telepathic skills to hear a collective “Just another wispy Fort Worth singer-songwriter.”

The band’s sheer show of force strikes down this ridiculous notion with a masterful opening performance of the hit single “Sprung;” a track that has since been world premiered by 96.7 FM on the Local Ticket Show w/ Mark.  

The Steve Gnash Experience in Full Swing – Photo Credit: Prewitt Scott-Jackson

From there, the band dives into “Coughdrops,” a track I have heard before thanks to my advanced copy of the record. “Coughdrops” incites the audience to MOVE. And MOVE they did!

Mista Deezy Feelin’ the “Coughdrops” – Photo Credit: Prewitt Scott-Jackson

The remainder of the set sways seamlessly from song to song with nary an interruption aside from a moment of exuberant prayer in dedication to Pop goddess Britney Spears.

Gnash Praying at The Alter of Britney – Photo Credit: Prewitt Scott-Jackson

The besiegement of sexy sound lingered, fluttering about the Live Oak’s microsphere for minutes upon the set’s conclusion. Nobody speaks. The audience, they sit in silent stupefaction as time ticks by until finally an uproarious applause ignites nearly burning down the red velvet stage curtains that have since been shuttered.

As I left the venue, the same dazed expression as before falls upon my face only this time the daze consists of wonderment and achievement not that of nerves and anxiety.

For once in my life, the planet of Me has a star. Whether I’ll ultimately catalogue as an insignificant dwarf ice planet or a gas giant such as Jupiter, being tethered to Steve Gnash’s sun gives me a boundless sense of purpose because either way I am now embedded in his orbit.

Well, until my Uber ride back home arrives anyway.

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about the word writer person:

Prewitt Scott-Jackson writes Dad poetry & short fiction when he's not hyping and typing for Fort Worth Noise. His writing can be found in Ghost City Press (New York), Five 2 One Magazine (Los Angeles), Prairie Schooner (University of Nebraska Press) and Sick Lit Magazine (Texas), among others. He prefers short walks on the beach because – and I quote – “It’s really hard to walk on sand.”