| << Back 10/16/02 Fall brings music of all genres to mountain stages By Hunter Pope I cant wait to be pasty again. Maybe Im alone in this thought, but theres something to be said about staring down at your skin and admiring the whiteness of it all. Of course, theres more to enjoying the fall than just flesh tone. For starters, the sun doesnt feel the need to gristle your body. Also, bugs that used to go straight for my ear canal will (sniff, sniff) perish, as the months grow colder. Of course, no paragraph about fall in the mountains would be complete without mention of the leaf change. The leaves finally shed their green wardrobe and go for a more risqué kaleidoscope hue. But, what Im looking most forward to in the fall (besides the switch to darker beer) is the music. Those sneaky minstrels know that outside frolics are drawing to a close. The masses will become inside creatures and the malaise of cabin fever will soon follow. The urge to congregate will manifest, and out of this mass of bodies will arise sweet sounds, proclaiming to everyone to forget about the hibernating summer. Instead of the mountains and lakes, the magic will be inside halls, theaters, and even the comforts of the living room. Dont fret, there will be enough distributable heat to arouse the circulation like searing brandy. In fact, the music this fall is (dare I say it) too much. Choose your battles. Western North Carolina (and encompassing areas) has become a bastion for music, and this year, folks in this little pie slice of the world are going to have to actually make choices about the music they see or listen to (do I go see Herbie Hancock, do I go see Leo Kottke and Mike Gordon, or do I listen to my new Bonnaroo double live disc?). I cant mention everything (that would entail the patience of Tolstoy), but I have included some teasers that should arouse the salivating Pavlov in all of us: The Opening of the Orange Peel 101 Biltmore Avenue, Asheville 828.299.9532 or www.theorangepeel.net
This has been the talk of Asheville for over a year, and its
filling the necessity for a big time music venue. Sure, theres
the wine and cheese of Thomas Wolfe Auditorium and the overly surly
Asheville Music Zone, but theres never been a chic place to
see music. The moniker, social aid and pleasure club
says it all. The name is borrowed from Mardi Gras Krewes of New
Orleans, who use their clubhouses year-round to uphold the spirit
of community and social aid. They also use it to host
events that tweak the pleasurable glands - parties, weddings, and
live music. The Orange Peel is on that same path and on their website
they state that the venue has a mission to become not only
a live music venue to rival any in the nation, but also to become
a community center for cultural arts and events in Asheville. We
plan to host weekly artist markets, Sunday morning free-dance experiences,
and a regular barbecue or pig-pickin.
Friday, Oct. 25 (Opening Night)
This ones a mystery. Herbies website doesnt mention
this show on his tourdates, nor does it say anything about the trio
hell be with. But, who cares. Its Herbie and its
guaranteed to be a night to remember; whether he decides to do Gershwin
tunes or delve into the Headhunter vault. Hancock is a legend, a
certifiable genius on the keys who performed a Mozart piano concerto
with the Chicago Symphony Orchestra at the age of 11. His first
album, Takin Off (1963 and featured the classic,
Watermelon Man) was an instant hit. It also attracted
the mysterious Miles Davis who invited Herbie along for a five-year
bi-polar ride. His reputation solidified, Herbie began his voyages
into electronica with the Headhunters in the 70s (he had 11
albums on the pop charts in that decade). 1984s Future Shock
again struck platinum as the single Rockit introduced
the white world to the art of record scratching. It won a Grammy
for Best R&B Instrumental, and the video of the track, created by
Kevin Godley and Lol Crème, won five MTV awards. Sound
System, the follow-up to Future Shock, also received a Grammy
in the R&B instrumental category.
Perhaps the two oddest birds on the planet have found a singular
feather on the anticipated release of Clone. Kottke
is a 12 string legend. His solo performances have parted crowds
hairs since the late 60s, with his ability to fill up a room
with wry humor and a guitar that needs no accompaniment. Mike Gordon
is the eccentric bass player from the band, Phish. His cerebral
bass grooves are a foundation amongst Phishs constant attraction
to anything off the mainstream blip.
In the months before the festival, my friend had affectionately
called the mammoth event, Bustaroo. Surely with 80,000
people in attendance, the cops in small town Manchester, Tennessee
would meet their quotas for the next decade. Besides, how could
someone create a fun festival with basically a small nation on farm
property? My friend and I both missed the festival and our regrets
have blossomed with every report. Most of my friends called it the
best fest ever. The organization was incredible, and the music rivaled
anything that the mud bathers saw at Woodstock 30 years before.
A little town was set up in the middle, so no one had to trek outside
the grounds, and each person was handed a sample disc of the performers
when they walked in the gate. As far as Big Brother watching, the
biggest police event involved several D.U.I.s that were mainly
issued to Manchester natives. |
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