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Best of 2025: Live Music

In a world that felt even more on fire than usual – by which I mostly mean the fire was closer to me personally – I found a lot to be grateful for: my friends, my partner, my family, my jobs. My most often source for solace was, as it has been since I was a teenager, live music.

Across nine cities, I saw about 150 shows (expect that to be fewer next year; I’m trying to be more intentional and include more deliberate days of rest each week). Unsurprisingly, Dick’s Den was at the top of my list, hitting an average of once every two weeks, with Natalie’s Grandview and Cafe Bourbon Street tied for second place at 12, and Ace and Rumba also tied at 7. Interestingly, the Columbus Museum of Art and the Wex tied at 4 each, and all of which were terrific. Because there was so much good stuff, I interpreted “Festival” a little more liberally, as anything with multiple stages or days.

No way of knowing what’s next, but there are already some shows I’m very excited for in the upcoming year, and choosing to set my eyes with hope rather than leap to despondency.

All photos are by me, everything is in Columbus unless stated otherwise, and the listings are in chronological order

Joy Oladokun at Newport Music Hall

Top 25(ish) Shows

  • Joy Oladokun (Newport Music Hall, 01/21/2025) – Not quite the first show of the year I saw, or even exactly the first touring show (John Calvin Abney, who had a banner this year supporting SG Goodman as well as putting out a stellar EP, did a joint show with Lydia Loveless at Secret Studio a little earlier), but in many ways finally getting to see Joy Oladokun after being a massive fan of her last two records in the room that held so many of my favorite shows of all time (Wilco, Morphine, The Cramps, Sonic Youth, Medeski Martin and Wood/Chocolate Genius, X/The Detroit Cobras) set the tone perfectly and gave me a shot of burning resolve right after the inauguration. I thought the mix of solo acoustic and full-band numbers highlighted both sides of her work in a way I’ve seen a lot of singer-songwriters try but very rarely pull off anywhere nearly as well, and made some of the textures – revealing a surprising (to me) contextual thread between her Observations From a Crowded Room and Don Henley’s Building a Perfect Beast – appear in greater detail and relief.
  • Chuck Prophet and his Cumbia Shoes (Natalie’s Grandview, 02/05/2025) – I’ve never seen a bad Chuck Prophet show – the rare universally acclaimed songwriter who’s every bit as powerful a bandleader – but this flourishing of his merging a couple of members of his longstanding unit Mission Express with Cali cumbia band ¿Qiensave? into Cumbia Shoes hit another level of powerful catharsis, nuance, and unbridled fun.
Chuck Prophet and his Cumbia Shoes at Natalie’s Grandview
  • Joel Ross’s Good Vibes (Wexner Center for the Arts)/Joel Harrison’s Anthems of Unity (Natalie’s Grandview), both 03/06/2025 – Talking to a good friend and stalwart of the NYC and, now, LA, jazz scene about how the touring climate was in town, I brought up this particular evening when I got to see the first set of vibes maestro Joel Ross’s crushing current Sextet (that interplay of Maria Grand on alto and Josh Johnson on tenor in the frontline seared my eyebrows off), an unbroken suite of music blending Ross’s originals and standards that turned my head around then drive 10 minutes and see the astonishing guitarist Joel Harrison do his Anthems of Unity book with two of our local heroes, organist Tony Monaco and drummerr Louis Tsamous. These two approaches to jazz/improvised music/the history of American music, and the way both of these artists approached the canon and the way music can be about the rest of the world instead of being hermetic or closed reverberated hard against each other in my chest.
  • Deli Girls with Deionyx (Cafe Bourbon Street, 04/04/2025) – Over the last couple of years, Bobo has reclaimed the throne as my favorite place to see noisy, edgier rock and roll and one of my favorite places to see more underground-leaning DJs. This show scratched both of those itches hard and deep – NYC’s Deli Girls’ mix of grinding, throbbing rave beats, acid-singed noise, and in-your-face punk and Deionyx’s bleeding edge soulful-at-an-angle set of surprising and powerful records both made my heart incredibly full, as did the room packed full of people 15-25 years younger than I am.
Deli Girls at Cafe Bourbon Street
  • Greater Columbus Community Orchestra with Brian Harnetty, The Visitor (Hilliard Presbyterian Church, 04/06/2025) – Banner year for composer Brian Harnetty, who released a remarkable memoir, Noisy Memory, and put out a gorgeous recording of string quartet and samples The House, and a visual installation This Was Once a Forest, This Was Once a Sea, as well as premiering this rich, sparkling brass ensemble piece with the Greater Columbus Community Orchestra that I’m still feeling vibrate through me.
  • Nikhil P. Yerwadekar and Living Language (Barbes, NYC, 04/11/2025) – Because the sole New York trip this year was to celebrate my 45th birthday with a gang of my favorite people in the world, there were fewer distinct cultural items on the calendar. But this was an extreme highlight: Yerwadekar, whom I last saw backing Hailu Mergia at a Big Ears, leading a ferocious band through Afrobeat classics and originals in a wall-to-wall-packed Barbes back room where no one stopped moving. Made even sweeter as my great friend Andrew Patton’s inaugural visit to one of my temples of music.
Nikhil P. Yerwadekar and Living Language at Barbes
  • The Lilybandits with Two Cow Garage (Natalie’s Grandview, 06/05/2025) – I think anyone who’s read ten lines I’ve written or spent ten minutes in my presence knows I think Todd May’s the greatest songwriter Columbus has ever produced. They culminated an important reissue project of his first mature band, The Lilybandits with At Thirty Three and a Third this year, and lost its drummer and their lifelong friend Keith Smith last year. This extremely rare reunion of the original core members (May, Trent Arnold, Jose Gonzalez, Bob Hite) with longtime friend Keith Hanlon filing in on drums, Bob Ray Starker providing the horn lines he gifted them with on those records, and Smith’s son joining on a few vocals, was probably the biggest reminder of how much I love my town all year, wrapped up in a rock show that made hard to believe they’d only gotten together to run through the songs once. Two Cow Garage, long influenced by the Lilybandits (the first time I ever saw Two Cow, they did a Todd May song and dedicated it to “The genius of Bernie’s”) set the tone with a set of jubilant catharsis.
  • Charles “Wigg” Walker (ACME Feed and Seed, Nashville, 06/14/2025) – My eyebrows shot up when I saw Charles Walker – who I knew from his days with the Dynamites (who the Funkdefy collective, at the time including the above-mentioned Andrew Patton, booked in Columbus more than once, and my great friends in St Louis, at the time including fellow Columbus legend Matt Benz booked at Twangfest – was doing a regular brunch gig when Anne and I already planned to be in Nashville. We juggled our schedule to make sure we were in town in time for this and stayed for two sets: Walker still in perfect voice, backed by a sizzling organ trio led by his longtime Dynamites foil Charles Treadway, going through stone soul classics and gorgeous new originals.
Lilybandits at Natalie’s Grandview
  • Dan Baird and Homemade Sin (Eastside Bowl, Nashville, 06/14/2025) – If the only thing this show gave us was the five minutes of Dan Baird and his killer band opening with the Open All Night highlight “Sheila,” with Baird’s grin and electric presence, it would have justified the six-hours drive each way, the hotel cost, all of it. But it gave us so much more. 45 minutes of blistering rock and roll, led by someone who, at 71, is outplaying and dancing rockers a third of his age. Also, this was a beautiful look in the way other scenes take care of their own, organized by Warner Hodges (Baird’s guitar foil in Homemade Sin, longtime lead player in Jason and the Scorchers), here leading his own band and sitting in with every other set in a benefit for his former Scorchers bandmate Jeff Johnson.
  • Sam Johnson and Noah Demland, Contrary Motion (Wild Goose Creative, 06/20/2025) – The second or third year in what I hope continues as a series exploring the history of Queer chamber music/new music featured new originals from organizers Sam Johnson and Noah Demland, classics of the canon from Pauline Oliveros and John Cage, and contemporary pieces from Caroline Shaw and Leilahua Lanzilotti by a tight ensemble of some of our best players. A brilliant glimpse of where this music is, how it got here, and how relevant it still is.
  • Say She She (Woodlands Tavern, 06/20/2025) – Finally got to see my favorite of the current neo-disco bands, NYC’s Say She She, and they tore the roof off Woodlands in a crowd full of people I mostly didn’t know (besides Anne and my Providence-based friend Daria, maybe we knew two other people in a nearly sold out room) all dancing in a sweaty, delirious mess. The reason I went from the show above to this show, but they got separate listings, is that they felt like very distinct events to me; they didn’t resonate against one another like the couple of shared line items.
Say She She at Woodlands
  • Budos Band with Benny Trokan (Woodward Theatre, Cincinnati, 07/15/2025) – One of the great live bands I’ve seen in 30 years of seeing live music, Budos Band, retained their crown on a gorgeous summer night in a venue I hadn’t made it to in Cincinnati previously. Icing on the cake was Benny Trokan – who Anne introduced me to in his days with Robbers on High Street – with a tight, swinging four-piece going through the lovely smooth soul of his recent solo record.
  • Mike Dillon’s Punkadelick (Dick’s Den, 07/18/2025) – Columbus is lucky to get percussionist Mike Dillon coming through our fair city a decent amount, but what made this show special was the presence of New Orleans drummer Nikki Glaspie, who’s shared the stage with Beyonce, Ivan Neville, Snarky Puppy, and Nth Power. That powerhouse sense of the multiplicity of groove and the emotional content of the song took both sets I stayed for into outer space.
Budos Band at Woodward Theatre, Cincinnati
  • Vandoliers (Rumba Cafe, 08/12/2025) – I’d been a fan of the Vandoliers since their 2019 breakthrough Forever and this year’s Life Behind Bars was a revelation: simultaneously a reminder of what drove me so crazy about the alt.country/Americana scene in my teens and 20s and a broadening in the same sense as their Dallas forebears’ Old 97s’ Fight Songs and Satellite Rides. Similarly, this show was a gleeful, textured statement of purpose, with lead singer Jenni Rose’s songs detailing her coming out the other side of addiction and gender dysmorphia into a brighter place without sugarcoating any of the challenges, and the band – with one exception – having been with her the entire ride and still shouting together. As Anne said, “This is what all protest music should sound like: a party that also makes you want to smash shit.”
  • Mark Lomax II (Streetlight Guild, 08/28/2025) – I was lucky to see a few examples of one of our finest composers and drummers, Mark Lomax, in action this year, including a reunion with Scott Woods and his trio, and also missed a big premiere at the Wexner Center because I lost track of my schedule and didn’t buy before it sold out. But this rare solo drum recital, directly inspired by Tiffany Lawson’s What If I Told You It Was Freedom (look for more on that in my Art Exhibits Best Of) in Streetlight Guild’s smaller upstairs gallery space was a direct injection into my veins of his compositional strategies, his fingerprint-distinct approach to the drums, and about creativity in general as he discussed the pieces and personal history with Lawson and Woods.
Mark Lomax II at Streetlight Guild
  • Etienne Charles and Creole Soul (Wexner Center for the Arts) and Quintron and Ms. Pussycat with DANA (Cafe Bourbon Street), both 09/18/2025 – Two approaches to blending cultures and styles through a distinct lens of a life in art, both made exciting shows on this September night. Trumpeter/composer Etienne Charles led his phenomenal band through a selection of compositions drawing from jazz and funk traditions and his Trinidadian heritage to a rapturous crowd at the Wexner Center Performance space. A five minute drive away – we sadly missed Mutha Funk though I heard great things – Quintron and Ms. Pussycat celebrated their 30th anniversary as a rock-and-roll puppet show with homemade drum machines, greasy organ, and garage-rock hooks that’s had me in its hooks for decades and is still a show like nothing else and one I’ll never miss if I can help it.
  • Kid Congo Powers with Cheater Slicks (Grog Shop, Cleveland, 09/20/2025) – I did a lot of thinking about memory this year – I often do, but at 45 it felt pronounced – and seeing the great Kid Congo, a throughline of so much music I loved play a set bursting with memories of friends and colleagues he’d lost, including “The Boy Had It All,” “Sean DeLear,” “La araña,” “He Walked In,” and songs he’d played with bands many of whose members have slo passed on like The Cramps and The Gun Club, vibrated with those feelings and reminded me that you can carry those people with you in a jubilant way without diminishing how much it hurts. In addition, Cheater Slicks (longtime friends and mutual admirers of Powers) who have been on a streak the last two years, played one of the best sets I’ve seen them do in 30 years of seeing them semi-regularly.
  • Lorette Velvette with Deerfrance (Bar DKDC, Memphis, 09/26/2025) – The best musical side quest we’ve had in over a decade of going to Memphis with Gonerfest as the main course: Panther Burns legend Lorette Velvette on a double-bill with linchpin of John Cale’s Sabotage era Deerfrance in the intimate confines of Bar DKDC. Killing new songs from both artists, excellent bands including members of the Reigning Sound, Panther Burns, and the Memphis Symphony, and a gorgeous clinic of song.
Lorette Velvette at Bar DKDC, Memphis
  • Talisha Holmes and the Stardust (Dick’s Den, 10/03/2025) – I’ve been a fan of Talisha Holmes’ voice since High School and her singing and repertoire for almost 20 years, but the first show with the band she dubbed Stardust felt like a new chapter opening with ecstatic/spiritual jazz and folk textures into the thorny, dense R&B she does better than anyone else in town. It was an eye opening evening that got me extremely excited to see what’s coming next.
  • DANA with Messrs and DJ Adam Scoppa (Ace of Cups, 10/17/2025) – As seen in my records of the year, I thought DANA’s Clean Living was a triumph, and their constant touring schedule honed their most nuanced and powerful set of songs into a ferocious live set. Here, along with a rare reunion set from Columbus’ deconstructed hardcore heroes Messrs (including drummer Mat Bisaro playing like a monster while also going through a grueling round of chemo) and the sweet sounds of Adam Scopp’s Heatwave dance night made one of the most satisfying reminders of what I love about Columbus.
DANA at Ace of Cups
  • Robbie Fulks (Natalie’s Grandview, 10/18/2025) – Robbie Fulks is another artist who is no stranger to anyone who’s read this or talked to me, but what made this appearance at Natalie’s special to me was a return to the four-piece rock band format that made me fall hard in the first place, with drummer Gerald Dowd, bassist KC McDonough, and guitarist Robbie Gjersoe doing a setlist that returned to the first three records – and the excellent new one, Now Then – with one highlight after another.
  • Micah Schnabel and Vanessa Jean Speckman (Rumba Cafe, 10/23/2025) – A valedictory show for two artists who have done so much for Columbus in their performance home, Rumba, and a set that made my heart almost burst out of my chest.
Micah Schnabel and Vanessa Jean Speckman at Rumba Cafe
  • Worthington Chamber Orchestra, Frontiers of Sound (Worthington United Methodist Church, 11/07/2025) – The Worthington Chamber Orchestra has a great series, and they continued to cement their place in the creative firmament of Columbus with commissioning the first violin concerto from Columbus native (now based in New York) Aaron Quinn, played by Devin Copfer (WCO concertmaster, Chamber Brews co-founder, Devi and Liz, Urban Art Ensemble) and the orchestra. The piece planted its flag in a truly American continuum, textures that felt like Ives and Copland, cascading harmonies that recalled some of the sticky synth layers of vintage Detroit techno, and a soulful bluesiness in the central violin line that still had all rigor you’d want to see from classical music.
  • Durand Jones and the Indications with Psycodelics (Newport Music Hall, 11/09/2025) – The smooth soul of Durand Jones had a packed crowd at the Newport eating out of their palms with a sweaty, vibrant show that summed up what so many of us love about the genre while also serving as the entry point for so many younger people. Psycodelics did a muscular, fiery take on vintage sounds like EWF, Sly, and P-Funk that reminded me that music has a long future ahead of it.
  • Minibeast (Cafe Bourbon Street, 11/14/2025) – Peter Prescott’s Minibeast knocked me completely over, with sparking noise and 10,000-league-deep grooves. Also a reminder of how good Bobo sounds these days. Every nuance of that powerful, multifaceted sound washed over everyone in the room.
Vandoliers at Rumba Cafe

Top 20 Festival Sets

Ugly Stick at Natalie’s Grandview
  • Beachland’s 25th Anniversary (Beachland Ballroom and Tavern, Cleveland)
    • Mourning [A] BLKStar
    • Pull Chains
Mourning [A] BLKStar at Beachland Ballroom
  • Lost Weekend Records’ 22nd Anniversary (Natalie’s Grandview)
    • Ugly Stick
    • Thomas Jefferson Slave Apartments Featuring Mickey Mocnik
TJSA with Mickey Mocnik at Natalie’s Grandview
  • Big Ears Festival (Various Venues, Knoxville)
    • Kate Soper and Wet Ink Ensemble, Ipsa Dixit (Bijou Theatre)
    • Joy Guidry (The Point)
    • Tyshawn Sorey and DACAMERA, Monochromatic Light (Afterlife) (St. John’s)
Kate Soper and Wet Ink Ensemble, Big Ears
  • Lee Bains III and Lonnie Holley (Barley’s)
  • King Britt/Tyshawn Sorey/Meshell Ndegeocello/Melz (Jackson Terminal)
  • SML (The Standard)
King Britt/Tyshawn Sorey/Meshell Ndegeocello/MELZ at Big Ears
  • Future Salad Days Opening (Blockfort Parking Lot)
    • Juanita and Juan
    • Clickbait
    • Cheater Slicks
Juanita and Juan at Future Salad Days
  • Jazz and Ribs Fest
    • Ron Holmes’ Eclecticism
Ron Holmes Eclecticism, Jazz and Ribs Fest
  • Gonerfest (Wiseacre Brewing, Memphis)
    • Pylon Reenactment Society
    • Lightning Bolt
    • Lothario
    • Cheap Fix
    • Des Demonas
    • TINA!!!
Des Demonas, Gonerfest
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Best of 2024 – Songs

As I have the last few years, these podcasts are expansions of my favorite albums of the year; songs that wouldn’t let me go or representations of albums that I loved but didn’t quite make my top 20. These are – mostly – songs with words and creating a concentrating emotion or image; as opposed to the companion playlist, Spaces, which are – usually instrumental and create a landscape or a vibration for me.

In a broad sense – you’re used to this if you’ve been reading me for a little while – this starts with some anthems and ends with some prayers, through my crooked eye, of course. Your mileage may – and probably should – vary.

  • Miko Marks, “I’ll Cry For Yours (Will You Cry For Mine)” – The last few years have given us a bounty of tribute records that expand and subvert the sometimes perfunctory nature of these collections and My Black Country: The Songs of Alice Randall is one of the best I’ve ever heard. Assembled to go along with Randall’s terrific memoir of the same name, this pioneering black country artist’s work gets fresh, loving treatments. There isn’t a dud in its entire length, but probably my favorite is this searing, explosive read on a Randall tune I didn’t previously know, originally recorded by ’90s country singer Tamra Rosanes. Up until literally the night before I started writing this, I was sure I was kicking the playlist off with the next song, off my favorite record of the year, but walking under a fragile snow through the empty streets of my neighborhood, this song (which had been steadily moving toward the pole position of the playlist) said, “No, dumbass, this is the tone of the year and the tone of the music that spoke to you it’s all in there, between Miko Marks’ voice and those horns.” “Our wounds will heal through tears and time. When they draw up sides, can you cross that line?”
  • Hurray for the Riff Raff, “Snake Plant (The Past Is Still Alive)” – From the moment I heard it, Hurray for the Riff Raff’s The Past Is Still Alive felt like their masterpiece (so far), one of the best singer-songwriter records I’ve ever heard, and my record of the year. I had to play the whole thing back as soon as it ended. Every song on this record is perfect – arrangements pop, their voice has never sounded better – but this was the single song I reached for most often when I was down, and it’s a spectacular example of Segarra’s ability to stitch together perfectly captured moments with direct address and craft a mammoth dagger planted squarely in the heart. “Tattoo with a needle and thread, most of our old friends are dead. So test your drugs, remember Narcan; there’s a war on the people, what don’t you understand?”
  • Chuck Prophet, “Wake The Dead” – Long one of my favorite songwriters, Chuck Prophet refreshed his sound with an album-length collaboration with Salinas cumbia band Qiansave. That album – of which this is the title track – is the loosest, most powerful album Prophet’s made in a while; the sharply observed lyrics and his supple voice slide beautifully through these rhythms, both illuminating the shadowy spaces of the other. “If they ask you any questions, go ahead and tell the truth; if we have to, we can plead insanity. If it’s good enough for you, it works for me.”
  • Tim Easton, “Everything You’re Afraid Of” – My first favorite Columbus songwriter – based in Nashville for many years – put out his best record in years with the loose, ragged-and-right Find Your Way and this was the centerpiece in my mind, another song that gave me so much solace over the year I can barely sum it up (though I certainly tried when he did it at Dick’s Den this year and I was a bawling mess). “Ask yourself how you can help someone else who’s in pain today. Take all those worries, put ’em in a big ol’ book; leave the book on a stranger’s shelf. Now, congratulate yourself. Send a meaningful prayer of sympathy to all your enemies.”
  • Sinkane featuring Tru Osborne, “Everything is Everything” – Another of my favorite Columbus exports to the world, Sinkane made another spectacular record with We Belong, ornate but loose, dancefloor grooves sprinkled with interesting arrangement choices and beguiling melodies. With a vocal assist from Tru Osborne, this song is another in his long line of quintessential summertime jams alongside “Runnin'” and “Here We Be.” “That’s the problem with tomorrow; always one day away. I want to be free in this moment; well, this is what I pray.”
  • Ledisi, “Stay Here Tonight” – I loved Ledisi’s detour into the work of Nina Simone, but her new record of originals, Good Life, was exactly what I needed – like sinking into a bubble bath with a perfectly cold martini at the side; like the first time you hear Coltrane’s Crescent. The gleaming crystal keyboard line over crunchy drums, around her swooping voice blend beautifully. “Let’s be clear – you gotta say it right now: is it true?”
  • Adeem the Artist, “Wounded Astronaut” – Knoxville breakout Americana star Adeem the Artist followed their astonishing White Trash Revelry with the knottier, denser Anniversary that took a little longer to reveal its pleasures but hit me even deeper. This biting, deceptively easy-going look at the way we men treat women knocked me sideways – ripping a scab off rarely comes with as catchy a sing-along chorus as this. “Oh, the women I have loved and left injured in the shadows of my childhood dysfunctions playing out in real time… Were that I was younger, I could have put to use my wonder to imagine better ways a healthy partner is defined.”
  • The Paranoid Style, “Print the Legend” – Literary rock band The Paranoid Style, led by married couple Elizabeth Nelson and Timothy Bracy, put out their best record yet this year The Interrogator, making excellent use of Peter Holsapple (The dBs, Continental Drifters) and this catchy barbed wire-tumbleweed was one of my favorite songs of the year; an alternate universe urban “The Road Goes On Forever” that questions if there was ever a party in the first place. “Jill Collins grabbed the bag and then she grabbed the wheel. Sidney was shot, and near-passed-out, when he made his last appeal: ‘Keep me safe and keep me alive, and I’ll settle the score.’ They held hands and they laid eyes, before she pushed him out the door.”
  • Brittany Howard, “What Now” – With Howard’s sophomore solo outing she made a hard-hitting record every bit the equal of the Alabama Shakes work I initially fell in love with. The swinging drive of the groove here underpins the barely restrained rage of the lyric and vocal in an intoxicating way. “If you want someone to hate, then bring it on me.”
  • Joshua Ray Walker, “Thank You For Listening” – One of the finest new honky tonk singers, Joshua Ray Walker, in the midst of a fight with colon cancer, put out a gorgeous record of stripped down, acoustic takes on many of his finest songs and this lone new tune is one of his best, a four a.m. whisper of gratitude and reminder why any of us make things. “Thanks for listening to all my sad songs. Thanks for loving me when I sing the words wrong. Makes the bad times not seem so long.”
  • Hilary Gardner, “Jingle Jangle Jingle (I Got Spurs)” – I got to see one of my favorite jazz singers Hilary Gardner’s new project with the Lonesome Pines at Mezzrow around last year’s Winter Jazz Fest, and I liked it – I’d love hearing Gardner sing the phone book – but I was a little disappointed it was more movie-cowboy songs than the Western Swing I’d hoped for. Getting to live with the record, On The Trail With the Lonesome Pines, I love it. This Lilley and Loesser tune – which I first knew from Popeye as a kid, but was a focal point of a Tex Ritter Best Of I wore out in my 20s – sums up everything I love about her witty, winsome approach to these songs and the interplay with this crack band, especially the vocal nudges from guitarist Justin Poindexter. “Oh, Bessie Lou, though we’ve done a heap of dreaming, this is why it won’t come true: I’ve got spurs that jingle jangle jingle as I go riding merrily along. And they sing, ‘Oh, ain’t you glad you’re single?’ and that song ain’t so very far from wrong.”
  • Brittney Spencer, “Desperate” – One of my favorite new country singers exploded with a phenomenal front-to-back debut record My Stupid Life, and as much as I loved the first single “Night In,” this song got its hooks in me – with sharply detailed production that shows every nuance of Spencer’s voice and a bolt-from-the-blue pedal steel line around immediately relatable but never stupid lyrics, and a fist-pumping chorus about ambiguity and anxiety; a combination I’m always a sucker for. “I’m so used to hiding from the whole truth; caught between the holding back and worrying how you’ll react.”
  • Aoife O’Donovan and The Knights, “All My Friends” – Aoife O’Donovan continues to stun me, and this title track on her album-length collaboration with chamber orchestra The Knights, is an addition to her canon of some of the best songs written by anyone of my generation. The use of the orchestra – and horns from brass quartet The Westerlies – gives me chills every time I play it, while her voice and the lyrics give me hope through tears. “I always knew, and so did you, that we were going to war. Now years have passed; I’m trying to remember who it is for. If we reach 36 or if the door gets slammed, at least I know we’ve tried for all my friends.”
  • Waxahatchee, “The Wolves” – Waxahatchee keeps trumping herself and Tigers Blood is another triumph with warm, sharply observed songs; maps for living in the world in dusky, luminous production and sparse arrangements. “You’ve been proving yourself wrong with or without me here. You don’t look around, you don’t check the score; you cause all that trouble, then you beg for more on every warm horizon of what I let disappear.”
  • Adrienne Lenker, “Sadness As A Gift” – I like but don’t love the band Big Thief, so it took multiple conversations around the Big Ears Festival about their lead singer Lenker’s set being the favorite set of one person after another to get me to check out her gorgeous solo record Bright Futures. The violin-drenched arrangement here sets a perfect tone for the steely resignation of the song and her voice way up front and bright with I think two male voices hovering around it like moths. A perfect song in a damn fine album. “Just leaning on the windowsill. You could write me someday, and I hope you will. You could see the sadness as a gift, and still, the seasons go so fast.”
  • Sierra Ferrell, “Dollar Bill Bar” – This was Sierra Ferrell’s year, breaking out to bigger venues and capturing the ears of a wider range of people than my crowd of roots rock weirdos, and it’s incredibly well-deserved. She blends and braids the various strains of American music into personal, relatable songs as well as anyone working today; the arrangement on this with a moaning, sarcastic harmonica and a jaunty shuffle on the drums, is a perfect example. “If I had a dollar for every single hopeful heart, well, honey, I could break a hundred down at the dollar bill bar.”
  • Sarah Shook and the Disarmers, “Backsliders” – River Shook and their band continued expanding on the variety of textures and rhythms that made Nightroamer such a delightful jumping off point with Revelations but make some space for the vintage honky tonk shitkicking numbers that they write better than anybody else, like this mournful morning-after statement of purpose. “Now I got one foot out the door and you’re still getting dressed. Hate that I can’t say no as easily as you say yes. I’m a real piece of shit and you’re a vixen in a dress. I thought we was movin’ on but I was wrong I guess.”
  • Kyshona, “Where My Mind Goes” – Kyshona made my favorite of her records so far with Legacy, like the last couple of songs taking on the history of American music with open arms but also her family history and the legacy of black music. This gripping, dark gospel stomp sums up much of what I love about this record. “Where my mind goes when you tell me that I just can’t carry on. It’s where my mind goes – you can’t stop me. I’ll keep moving on.”
  • N’shai Iman, “Can’t Take It” – I discovered rising Columbus singer-songwriter N’shai Iman this year and this song enraptured me, some of the finest alternative R&B or is that just the mainstream of R&B these days, I’ve heard in a long time with a subdued under-my-skin groove and a stunning vocal. “I can’t feel your touch from so far away; I need hands-on assistance.”
  • Meshell Ndegeocello, “Another Country” – Meshell Ndegeocello’s No More Water: The Gospel of James Baldwin pulls off the brilliant magic act of simultaneously exulting Baldwin and taking him off the pedestal and out of the box that tries to make one of the great literary minds simple and digestible. This soaring song bursts from distorted spoken word into a chiaroscuro sunrise. Beautiful. “Gold brown red brown, more greed grows inside. Make more love, never grief.”
  • Arooj Aftab, “Whiskey” – I loved Arooj Aftab’s earlier records, especially Vulture Prince and the collaborative Love in Exile, but even as a fan I was unprepared for the stunning Night Reign. This contemporary torch song blends the guitarist of Gyan Riley and Kaki King with Maeve Gilchrist’s harp, Jamey Haddad’s percussion, and Linda May Han Oh’s bass into a rich landscape for Aftab’s vocal to flow through. “We’ll fade into the night on waves of your perfume. I’m drunk, and you’re insane; tell me how we will get home.”
  • John Moreland, “Visitor” – John Moreland, one of my favorite songwriters in the Guy Clark or Elizabeth Bishop tradition of turning a situation around and seeing how the light hits it from all sides, made another perfect record this year. This title track is a hymn to finding ways to live with one another, with a circling organ over subtly grimy drums. “I’ve been stoned and scared of my reflection. I can see your shifty smirk from the depths of my depression, but I will not be your puppet or your payment, your easy entertainment, for I’ve made amends for me.”
  • Rapsody featuring Erykah Badu, “3:AM” – Rapsody’s Please Don’t Cry knocked me over, front-to-back, but this sleepy slow jam produced by Lonestarmusik, S1, and Jemarcus Bridges, thick with lazy horns and an instant-classic Badu hook was an early favorite track of mine and still beguiles me. “I loved to laugh with you – you were never my mistake; a blessing.”
  • Lucky Daye, “Top” – Maybe my favorite straight-down-the-line R&B record of the year, Lucky Daye’s honeyed vocals flow beautifully around the big crunch of the drums and bass on this track, produced by D’Mile. “I can feel your water comin” over me, diving underwater till I’m lost at sea.”
  • Ice Spice, “Gimme a Light” – Ice Spice’s diamond-hard percussive flow gets a fantastic showcase on this Sean Paul-sampling sparse track produced by RIOTUSA. “She gettin’ loud but nobody moved; watch the TV, I’m makin’ the news.”
  • PinkPantheress, “Turn It Up” – This single from English singer-songwriter PinkPantheress brought her work into sharp relief for me and it was one of my favorite discoveries of the year (another case where I’m late to the party). This song about a tenuous relationship (if not obsession) uses moody production that has flavors of 2-step garage around its edges to evoke that feeling when the mood in a club shifts better than almost any song I can remember. “Tell me why you’re always here at night? Turn it up! It seems to me it’s the only time I see you. And when I thought I found my purpose in life, you’re not there.”
  • Shannon and the Clams, “The Moon is in the Wrong Place” – Shannon and the Clams’ gorgeous and heartbreaking new record – this is the title track – was born out of struggling with the untimely death of Shannon Shaw’s fiance, Joe Haener; I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. This record is a balm and a reminder that we can even dance about the terrible times; sometimes we need to. “Colors changed when you left this world – now everything’s a whiter shade of mauve. I’m seeing bright spots, shiny objects that you use for those you love: I spy seafoam, I spy olive, I spy golden candlelight. I spy something that you told me in the last week of our lives.”
  • Dave Alvin and Jimmie Dale Gilmore, “We’re Still Here” – This duet statement of purpose is a highlight of Dave Alvin and Jimmie Dale Gilmore’s second collaborative record Trying To Be Free, with a killing Alvin guitar solo and gorgeous intertwined B-3 and piano, connecting the two kinds of honky tonks that were fertile soil for the evolution of American music. “Well, a music business man with a music business smile said the songs that I write were old and out of style. But I’ve been boppin’ these blues for for over forty years. Hell, I don’t know where he is but we’re still here.”
  • Sabrina Carpenter, “Please Please Please” – Obviously one of the biggest breakout successes this year and I loved Short n’ Sweet as much as everyone, with this grinning put-your-man-in-his-place song and its vibe pop/roller disco groove. The rippling synth lines and those twangy smears on the vocals got their hooks in me immediately. “Heartbreak is one thing, my ego’s another; I beg you don’t embarrass me, motherfucker.”
  • Kaitlin Butts, “Other Girls (Ain’t Havin’ Any Fun)” – Kaitlin Butts’ Roadrunner! is my favorite contemporary reimagining of Western Swing in many years and this kiss off torch ballad is a highlight in a record full of highlights, featuring pedal steel like smoke rising off her in a film noir spotlight. “They say, ‘Other girls don’t act like this,’ that it’s poison on the tongue. They say, ‘Other girls don’t act like this,’ oh, but other girls ain’t having any fun.”
  • Emily Nenni, “I Don’t Have to Like You” – This standout from Emily Nenni’s great Drive & Cry has a swaggering, easy going beat dripping with organ shoving her voice into the foreground. “Well, it took time but I learned how not to feed the flame of folks like you. I can’t linger or I’ll burn a hole, that’s just what my eyes do.”
  • Luci Kaye Booth, “Damn Good In a Dive Bar” – This favorite track for me from Booth’s great The Loneliest Girl in the World has a simple arrangement that uses space around those guitar stabs and dusky drums very effectively but for me, this one is all about the tumble of words with the razor-cut alliteration and internal rhymes belied by the perfectly nonchalant vocal delivery. “All eyes on the high-rise Levi’s in the low light; boys say, ‘Hey there, ain’t you a sight.’ You can write my name in Sharpie on the wall, but you can’t take me home when they’re calling last call. Two-dollar buzz, breaking neon hearts: I look pretty damn good in a dive bar.”
  • Maren Morris, “Push Me Over” – I’ve long been a subscriber to the theory (I first heard from the Supersuckers’ Eddie Spaghetti) that every band’s disco record is my favorite record of this, and now I’ve added Maren Morris to that list. This overheated seduction was one of my favorite jams of the summer and works just as well in the cold of December. “Even if it’s just tonight, you still got me to the other side, but did you push me over, or did I? Either way, I gotta say, no hesitations.”
  • Carsie Blanton, “My Good Friends” – This highlight from Carsie Blanton’s terrific After The Revolution uses a campfire-folk arrangement to get this simple, profound message about how much we need other people in times of celebration and need. “When the darkness descends, I call up my good friends. They come down to the riverbed and crack me up until the light gets in.”
  • Amy Rigby, “Bad in a Good Way” – One of my favorite singer-songwriters, Amy Rigby, returned with her best record in years – maybe since MiddlescenceHang In There With Me. One of my favorite modes of Rigby is her character writing, and this affectionate eyebrow-raised capture of a life through his funeral was an instant favorite of mine; a stunning example of her laid-back, beckoning delivery and an interesting arrangement, shot through with drones. “He was the same as desert weather, he held it all together. Dry and gritty with a chill, but he wished nobody ill. He was pure Play It As It Lays, he was as sure as ‘Glory Days,’ the ones they thought would never end. Beneath it all, he was a friend who found a way not to be sad at all the love he could’ve had. He wasn’t good the way they say; he was bad.”
  • Queen Naija, “Good Girls Finish Last” – One of my favorite discoveries this year and one of my favorite R&B singles – the circling, “No you don’t know what you want,” gets stuck in my head for days every time I play it.
  • Shemeika Copeland, “Only Miss You All The Time”Blame It On Eve was a high-watermark for one of the most storied blues-folk singers of my lifetime, pairing Shemeika Copeland’s voice in astonishing form paired with Will Kimbrough’s production and stabbing guitar on this song (which Kimbrough also co-wrote), a sparse punch in the chest and a flickering flame in the darkness on a record that struck me over and over. “I miss you, lover, I miss you, friend. If I never see you again: it wasn’t you, it wasn’t me; just a love not meant to be.”
  • MJ Lenderman, “She’s Leaving You” – I resisted the Lenderman record Manning Fireworks at first – praise was a little too effusive, a little too universal, but as soon as I finally heard it I was in love. This song in particular, with its keening chorus, “It falls apart; we’ve all got work to do” and that chiming, ragged guitar gave me the best early-Wilco-conjuring feelings I’ve gotten from any record in many years.
  • George Strait, “Rent” – This highlight off George Strait’s remarkably consistent 31st album Cowboys and Dreamers opens with a directly addressed shoutout to its two (now gone from us) songwriters, Texas master of empathy and hooks Guy Clark and Keith Gattis (whose “El Cerrito Place” is one of my favorite ballads of the last 20 years and made my “Parting Gifts” playlist last year), and makes excellent use of Strait’s elder statesman voice and a subtle, devastating arrangement. “He said, ‘The war took my brother. The good Lord took my mother. And the years, well, I don’t know where they all went. Until that roll is called up yonder, all I can do is wonder if I even did enough to make a dent. But I made a few good friends, and I always paid my rent.”
  • Linda Thompson featuring Kami Thompson, “The Solitary Traveller” – This opening track from Linda Thompson’s return Proxy Music, named because these originals are performed by other artists, set the tone for an astonishing return, with a magical vocal from Thompson’s daughter Kami. “Lonely life, where is thy sting? Lonely life? There’s no such thing.”
  • Nick Lowe and Los Straitjackets, “Crying Inside” – At long last, the collaboration of one of the great power-pop (and other modes) songwriters and surf champions gave us a full-length and it exceeded even my high expectations. This song in particular is as good as anything Lowe has ever written and recorded. “I’m standing in a jolly crowd – joking, laughing a little too loud. Looking like the model of a man who’s got it made. But my repartee is just to disguise all the hurt I’m trying to hide.”
  • The Harlem Gospel Travelers, “We Don’t Love Enough” – For their follow up Rhapsody, back with producer and mentor Eli “Paperboy” Reed is a luminous cover of The Triumphs’ “We Don’t Love Enough” that I first heard on the seminal Numero comp Good God! They don’t just do it justice, they take it into space. The way they sing “It’s a shame…” was as heavy as whole lyrics on other songs and a much needed message in this fucked-up year.
  • Etran de L’air, “Igrawahi” – I’ve liked all the bands I’ve heard out of the Tuareg blues-rock scene exporting to the Europe and the States over the last ten years, but Etran de L’air – who I was lucky enough to see twice this year, at festivals that sometimes feel on opposite ends of the spectrum, Big Ears and Gonerfest – bring a different flavor with a rhythm section that recalls the loose euphoria of garage rock.
  • Charli XCX, “Club classics” – I didn’t love Charli XCX’s Brat quite as much as her last record but that was an extremely high bar for me and it was full of sticky candy and swirling summer jams. This grappling with nostalgia/tipping of the hat, set to a powerful groove was a favorite. “Play the track fast, not slow; pull it back twice, let go.”
  • Love Fiend, “Just For Eddie” – Another undeniable groove and grappling with nostalgia and the sometimes-disconnection baked into how we live our lives, and a beautiful eulogy (I think) from an angle more inspired by vintage ’70s pub rock and a cornerstone of one of my favorite rock records of the year. “Save a nickel, save a dime, so you can play a song one at a time: ‘Trouble in Mind’ or ‘Heartbreak Hotel,’ the 45’s got you under its spell.”
  • Freak Genes, “Clear in the Night” – This cracked garage/industrial blend from Cincinnati’s Feel It records feels tailor-made for fans of Gorgio Murderer and Optic Sink, and is their most beguiling worldbuilding on record yet. “Excess on demand.”
  • X, “Big Black X” – If Smoke & Fiction really is their last statement, pioneering West Coast post-punk band X – still with the original members John Doe, Exene Cervenka, Billy Zoom, and DJ Bonebrake – it’s a hell of a way to go out on. Ending this little section of the playlist with another deep groove and a gimlet eyed looking back, cut with diamonds and sung like a heart being sprayed by a flamethrower with the two voices coming together on maybe my favorite chorus all year. “Stay awake and don’t get taken. We knew the gutter, also the future.”
  • Gouge Away, “Maybe Blue” – Transitioning out of that handful of songs with a favorite young rock band that grew out of X and their scene, and the hardcore boiling around them, and crafted a completely fresh, head-knocking mix of elements I thought I’d grown tired of before hearing Deep Sage. “Can we go back to when the ceiling was breathing? Can we go back to when the wood grain was dripping?”
  • Ancient Peach, “Lovers Run” – A favorite new local band featuring Ginny Riot – a musician I’d follow into any new project – on guitar and vocals (shared with bassist Lauren Lever), and their EP was the best heavy, swinging shoegaze I’ve heard in a long while. “No offense, but they never told; and the silence grows.”
  • Angélica Garcia, “Juanita”– Garcia’s third album, Gemelo, knocked me sideways and the insistent beat and restrained vocal on the verses that both explode into a sculpture of fireworks on the chorus was a prime example of why.
  • Bette Smith, “Happiness” – Brooklyn-via-Memphis soul-rock singer Bette Smith made her best record yet, Goodthing, expanding on the multitude of pleasures from The Good, The Bad, and the Bette but giving it a brighter, more nuanced three-dimensionality. “Take a shot of freedom. Now how ya feeling?”
  • Amanda Anne Platt and the Honeycutters, “Mirage” – I was primed for The Ones That Stay after seeing a stunning Amanda Anne Platt and the Honeycutters show at Natalie’s this year and this song that struck me live stabbed daggers in my heart on the record. That shattering piano line the steel guitar orbits around, giving her band space to breathe, grabs me by the collar every time. “I take a toothpick and I walk outside – the sky is lavender and rose gold. Another sweet and salty summer night; an empty road that smells like charcoal. I strain to hear the angels sing, but they don’t owe me anything.
  • Memphis Royal Brothers, featuring Wendy Moten and Jim Lauderdale, “Brand New Heart”—This Memphis supergroup/Royal Studios house band features a backbone of legends like Lester Snell, Charles Hodges, and Michael Toles. On this debut record, they pair that tasteful firepower with killer new songs. This duet between legendary country songwriter Jim Lauderdale and Wendy Moten is a love duet for the ages. “Love’s an invitation to start your life again; a perfect celebration that doesn’t have to end.”
  • Ella Langley, “I Blame the Bar” – Like I suspect a lot of listeners, I found Ella Langley through that ubiquitous TikTok song, but the more I dug into her record hungover it kept revealing things, and this song has the best bad-idea-seduction chorus in years, up there with classics like Dolly Parton’s “Why’d You Come In Here Looking Like That” and Ani Difranco’s “Shy.” “No, I don’t blame you that it didn’t work out. Even if I used to, baby, I don’t now. It was the two-for-ones, being young and dumb, that everyone’s gotta go through.”
  • Dehd, “Hard to Love” – Another example that friends are the most reliable indicator of new bands as two different pals suggested Dehd’s record Poetry and I fell quickly in love, and this dust-spattered reckless backroads drive is a prime example of what keeps me coming back to it. “Gotta love the good man, but that ain’t what I want. Give me someone rough and tumble, someone hard to love.”
  • Raul Malo, “I Got Stripes” – One of the great American voices paired with one of the quintessential American songs, Johnny Cash’s Leadbelly adaptation, exceeded even those high expectations and gave us probably the definitive version; damn sure the only one that made me forget the original for as long as it’s running. “Them chains, them chains, they’re about to drag me down.”
  • Thee Sacred Souls, “Price I’ll Pay” – Cali sweet soul torchbearers Thee Sacred Souls knocked it out of the park with the sun-dappled harmonies and silky rhythms of Got a Story To Tell. In a record of gems, this one stuck in my throat every time I played it. “With every new season, I want to explore you.”
  • Muni Long, “Type Questions” – This finger snap-driven torch ballad was an immediate standout for me from Muni Long’s consistently great Revenge and a song I’ve revisited often over 2024. “I’m good at making something out of nothing – how come you never asked me if I have a husband?”
  • Moor Mother and Sistazz of the Nitty Gritty, “SOUTH SEA” – Moor Mother continued her streak of one of the great no-filler exploratory catalogs in music today with The Great Bailout. This expansive 9-minute track finds Moor Mother in her spoken word mode with fascinating backgrounds shifting between wordless gospel croons, vocalese, and a questing, mournful clarinet rising out of a horn section. Gorgeous and haunting. “Sometimes the killing is silent / So silent you can almost hear the chaos of people gathering / spells and curses in their head”
  • The Bellrays, “All The Rage” – After a six-year gap, Lisa Kekaula’s soul-injected rock band returns with a record of wall-to-wall firey power. This one captures the riffs, surging vocals, and swinging stomp of a rhythm section that’s always made The Bellrays so intoxicating. “Is it the morning after or the night before? This room is getting darker than it’s ever been before.”
  • Jake Blount and Mali Obomsawin, “What’s You Gonna Do When The Word’s On Fire”Symbiont, a masterpiece in folky, collaged, deconstructionist indigenous futurism brings together Jake Blount and Mali Obomsawin and finds all of their interests and earlier work coalescing in a way that dazzles me every time. “You are a fragment of a whole carrying with you a small, small role that multiplies with you. Remember you instructions: at the end you too will return to soil.”
  • Seun Kuti and Egypt 80, “Well Well Well” – Another extension and continuation of vintage Afrobeat that doesn’t shut out the present in any sense. A dance floor monster that orbits around Kuti’s sweet tenor and sticky horn lines I can’t help singing along to. “Many are falling and they don’t know because the world dey upside down.”
  • Common and Pete Rock featuring Bilal, “So Many People” – In a similar warm, throwback mode the match-made-in-heaven pairing of Common and Pete Rock returns to the hip-hop-as-woman metaphor of so much of Common’s work with a beat full of interesting flourishes moving with a light touch, and remarkable feature vocals from Bilal. “She showed up for me in the darkest times; conversations with her re-spark my mind.”
  • Mourning [A] BLKstar, “Just Can’t Be” – Cleveland’s avant-funk collective put out another crushing record with the lush and searching Ancient//Future, the interplay of the horns and vocals on this over the creeping flow of the beat sends this one over the top for me. “I am to blame, but you are the root.”
  • Jenny Scheinman, “Ornette Goes Home” – Maybe this is a more likely candidate for the Spaces list, but violinist/composer Jenny Scheinman’s new one All Species Parade roared out of the gate with this eulogy/tribute that’s rich with the same kind of melodic earworms Ornette was known for and that beat and searching quality just sort of fused itself in my head alongside the Mourning [A]BLKstar – Scheinman’s violin glides over and through Bill Frisell’s guitar and Carmen Staaf’s piano, with Frisell’s frequent rhythm section of Tony Scherr and Kenny Wollensen slyly winking at the Haden/Higgins hookup without slavishly recreating it.
  • Rema and Shallpopi, “BENIN BOYS” – I’m not as well-versed as I should be on the current Nigerian pop/afrobeats scene but I loved the silky, beckoning quality of this gold-plated pop collaboration as soon as I heard it. Those synth horn stabs both reminded me of the last couple of tracks and I thought set up the shift into the next few pieces. “If you play with the boys, you go collect.”
  • Ibibio Sound Machine, “Let My Yes Be Yes” – One of my favorite contemporary funk bands, London’s Ibibio Sound Machine, continued their unique fusion of elements with a sensibility that balances the groove and the song with uncommon delicateness for as powerfully thumping as these tunes are, with their remarkable Pull the Rope. “A better way for me to find me, just need to get you, get you behind me.
  • Nubiyan Twist featuring Nile Rodgers and The Reflex, “Lights Out (The Reflex Revision)” – The same feeling as the above with a late ’70s flavor – even featuring one of the architects of that sound – from the same UK scene as Ibibio Sound Machine and remixed by long running DJ The Reflex, this is like eating too much candy or having three too many drinks. “Down with the silence. Free your mind, let’s shake with the vibrance.”
  • Latto, “Big Mama” – Columbus native who came into her own in the Atlanta scene, Latto’s Sugar Honey Iced Tea is her best record yet and this seductive braggadocious track produced by COUPE, OZ, and Kid Masterpiece is an addictive string of earworms and hurts-so-good one liners. “Drinking out the bottle til this shit is done. On some Andre 3K shit, man, where the fuck my panties at?”
  • Luno Moon and Garlic Jr., “DRUNK ON A WEDNESDAY” – There’s a fascinating scene of exploratory, avant-leaning R&B in Columbus right now and Hakim Callwood – in his Garlic Jr. guise – and Luno Moon are at the center of it. This twisty song – those stuttered synths under the insistent drums kill me – sums up that sense of stasis between unhinged exuberance and regret and is as addictive as the behavior in the title. “Here time isn’t linear, how much of it do we have? My nose and my arms are wide open – come closer to me, let’s relapse on our love.”
  • Tinashe, “Getting No Sleep” – I love even the uneven Tinashe records, and I think Quantum Baby is one of her best – this clattering beat with the subdued synths sets up a smoky vocal that plays to all her strengths and a hook I hum for days every time I play it. “We ain’t getting no sleep, no, no, we’re just living instead. We can sleep when we’re dead.”
  • Shovels and Rope, “Piranhanana” – Shovels and Rope put out their rawest, meanest, most rocking record with Something is Working Above My Head and it was a breakthrough for a band I already loved. This swinging steamroller of an early single conjures vintage T Rex and AC/DC with the close harmonies melting into gang vocals. “Forlorn, used to lose it – skips the beat and gets straight to the bruisin’.”
  • MC Lyte, “All Day All Night” – With a laid-back boom-bap infused organ trio- recalling backing track produced by Easy Mo Bee, a revitalized MC Lyte made something that always makes me grin like an idiot, a standout on a brilliant restatement record 1 on 1. “Older now, with him here in front of me, it was clear he had no idea what he’d done for me: made me feel love, gave me hope like ‘Yes,’ in a world full of nopes, it was me that he caressed.”
  • Masha Marjieh, “Come Inside” – I’d been waiting for a proper Masha Marjieh – a crucial component of the classic run of one of my five favorite Detroit rock bands of my lifetime (I said what I said) The Deadstring Brothers – solo record and the psych-drenched Past Present Future more than delivered. This deliberately paced distillation of desire is a highlight for me on a record without any weak links, with one of my favorite bass lines and a organ part I want to sink into. “Whisper to me softly, please, how you’ll take me when you need.”
  • Samora Pinderhughes, “Drown” – I’ve liked Samora Pinderhughes but his performance at LPR during Winter Jazz Fest this year meant I was hungry for this new record and I was more than rewarded by Venus Smiles Not in the House of Tears, a damn masterpiece that’s still revealing truths to me. And this blown-glass piano ballad fucking levels me. “No sound, no sound around. I’m not too proud of what I’ve found. It won’t change until I face it, take a deep breath, and drown. Don’t take your eyes off the sea.”
  • Zach Bryan, “Bass Boat” – Speaking of songs that leveled me this year – I liked most of The Great American Bar Scene the way I like most of Bryan’s work; I’m a sucker for Springsteen-ish words sprayed like a firehouse. But this is one of the maybe 10 songs of his that hit me like a sledgehammer, piano-driven, and that backing vocal like a shadow or a conscience wrapped around the words. Just perfect. “I ain’t never been one for cheap excuses, and apologies have always been a little late or useless, but if you give me four minutes and a little bit of time, I’ll make them old days an old friend of mine.”
  • Maia Jarrett featuring The InBetweens, “Hold Me” – This striking single from Maia Jarrett, carrying on the lineage of her father bass player Noah Jarrett and featuring Jarrett’s collaborative trio The InBetweens with Conor Elmes on drums and percussion and Mike Gamble on guitar and electronics on sympathetic backing, is one of the most assured debuts I’ve heard in a very long time. Jarrett’s words and piano create an entire universe here, a forest of dancing razor blades and smoke that is specific in its intent but leaves enough mystery to keep me intrigued. “Being the girl that I used to hate: stable enough to open my eyes to fate.”
  • Cassandra Jenkins, “Clams Casino” – I loved Jenkins’ last record and My Light, My Destroyer, might be even better. It’s a slower burn but keeps sharing things with me, and this song – with its sidewalk-dancing rumble and guitar bursts – got me immediately. “I might never land on solid grounds. Part of me will always be in the clouds in an old suit in my hotel room, but I don’t wanna laugh alone anymore.”
  • Melissa Carper, “Borned in Ya” – Carper crosses western wing and honky tonk with a modern sensibility as well as anyone working and this ferocious, infectiously fun drawing of sides, with stinging electric guitar and a rich baritone sax telling the story as much as her intriguing voice, should be a standard if there’s any justice in the world. “Mama she sang to us, she borned it in us, and Daddy played those old records, and I remember sometimes he’d cry to hear those soulful sounds. Now I know what Daddy found.”
  • Dwight Yoakam, “I’ll Pay The Price” – The modern master at mixing the ancient and the immediate, Dwight Yoakam returned with his best record in almost 20 years – Brighter Days – and this song is pure, vintage Dwight in the best possible way. “Take any deal thrown by your hand and pay the price to hold it again.”
  • Maya de Vitry, “Compass” – Maya de Vitry’s song “How Bad I Want to Live” from 2022’s Violet Light was an immediate anthem and guiding light for me, on a record whose beauty I’m still digging into. Her new one The Only Moment was another stunner with a tight band that made me sorry I couldn’t make her tour stop at Natalie’s work with scheduling. This is my favorite song from it, insistent, burrowing right into my chest. “Sorry to hear that I let you down. Sorrier to know you were thinking I was here just holding up high some idea you had about me. I get it, I get mad too.”
  • Katie Mae and the Lubrication, “Hard Enough” – One of the most exciting new Americana bands to come down the pike in a minute, from the fertile Phoenix scene, Katie Mae and the Lubrication’s The Sighs & Strength hit every pleasure center I have focused around that genre with sharply defined songs and crisp playing. This was an instant favorite of mine from that first line. “Well, I picked up all my habits from my stupid-ass friends; I always feel lucky just to see them again. Life’s too short too let good loved ones go, too long without you telling them so. And everything else is hard enough.”
  • Watershed, “Sensational Things” – Columbus powerpop lifers Watershed returned in 2024 with one of their best records yet, Blow It Up Before It Breaks, up there with Star Vehicle and The More It Hurts, The More It Works. Re-teaming with Tim Patalan, it’s a collection of finely polished, vibrant gems, speckled with enough of the dust of living life to keep them interesting. This song about clinging to and finding that beauty in life is easily in my top ten for a band I dismissed early and really came to in the last 15 years. “I was killing time at the 8 Ball; ran into the drummer from my old band. As luck would have it, he was still going at it. Over drinks, we hatched a plan. Wondering who would show up as the band’s tuning up, I spotted you by the stage, all alone. As I stepped to the mic, you swayed and closed your eyes. I knew I was finally home.”
  • PyPy, “Poodle Wig” – The single set I was sorriest to miss at this year’s admirably-rain-fighting Gonerfest was Montreal’s PyPy, and their record Sacred Times ground glass in that wound. This hooky, buoyand song is a prime example of the joys splashed all over the record.
  • Davóne Tines and the Truth, “This Little Light” – At the forefront of modern and avant-garde opera, Tines took my breath away at Big Ears, and his tribute to the great Paul Robeson, ROBESOИ, more than delivered on what made me weep in the Tennesee Theatre at one in the afternoon. Robeson was one of my Grandmother’s – the font of all my taste, pretty much – favorites and I hate to speak for the dead but I think she would have loved this ecstatic, wrenching cry of a version of this at least as much as I do. Maybe more. “Let it shine.”
  • Gillian Welch and David Rawlings, “Hashtag” – The partnership who’ve given the world the catalog with the most classics in all of roots music for the last 30 years returned with the breathtaking Woodland Studios. Every song on it kills me, but this tribute to Guy Clark both a mentor for them and an inspiration for the kind of deep empathy and understanding, gives me chills every time. “You laughed and said the news would be bad if I ever saw your name with a hashtag. Singers like you and I are only news when we die. So here I’m sitting ’round another night, looking at your boots, Jesus Christ.”
  • Aaron Lee Tasjan, “Shining Down” – A highlight from the remarkable Jesse Malin tribute/fundraiser Silver Patron Saints, Columbus expat based in Nashville Aaron Lee Tasjan – who also put out a great record of his own this year, Stellar Evolution – who kicked around Malin’s New York milieu for some formative years, turned this wistful miniature from Sunset Kids into a hushed cri de coeur. The atmospherics – the massed vocals, the glistening finger-picked guitar – fit the gorgeous vocal perfectly. “I found another path through the broken glass. Everything was trash, but it all worked out. Keep on shining down on my life.”
  • Steve Dawson, “Time To Let Some Light In” – Chicago singer-songwriter Steve Dawson who I’ve been a fan of since Dolly Varden put out one of the best records in a career that doesn’t have any bad ones, Ghosts, this year, digging deeper into the intersection between laurel canyon singer-songwriter and Hi Records buttery soul, with – as usual – some of the greatest players working in one of the best music scenes in America, including the supple rhythm section of John Abbey and Gerald Dowd alongside the simmering organ of Alton Smith. “Freedom is another word for scared to death. I’m old and I’m tired and I’m running out of breath. It’s time to let some light in; I’ve done enough crying.”
  • Joy Oladokun, “QUESTIONS, CHAOS, & FAITH” – Joy Oladokun’s Observations From A Crowded Room was the only other record that immediately made me think “Fuck, record of the year,” alongside the Hurray for the Riff Raff I mentioned at the beginning of this list, and it’s still up there. I still play it almost daily – the opening up of Oladokun’s soundworld with electronic rhythms, choral backing, new textures on her astonishing voice, stepped up the work of an artist I already loved. Thanks for reading whatever part of this you did – I leave you with this hope-at-a-slant slice of beauty. “Nothing is certain, everything changes. We’re spirit and bone, marching to the grave. There are no answers, there are only questions, chaos and faith.”

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Best Of live music

Best of 2024 – Shows

Stunning year of shows this time – in the usual suspect cities as well as a more than welcome return to Chicago. As you can probably expect, Dick’s Den featured most prominently in my show-going this year, with 26 as I write this (had to cut it off to give myself a break at year’s end, but I’ll probably be there twice more before the 31st) and Natalie’s coming in second at 20, followed by Cafe Bourbon Street at 14, and Rumba Cafe at 11.

As usual, everything listed is in chronological order, all photos are by me, and everything is in Columbus unless listed otherwise. Openers are listed if they added to my impression as I thought about this list.

The Barbarians Reunion, Radegast, January 2024
  • Tony Barba and Friends, Radegast Hall, NYC – A surfeit of credit card points allowing me to do it on the cheap made for a last-minute trip to Winter Jazz Fest in January 2024. I saw great shit there, as well as theater and exhibits, which I’m going to talk about in the Festivals portion of this wrap up… but the single thing that made me decide, “Fuck it, I’m going,” was a Facebook announcement of a reunion in the Brooklyn beer hall Radegast on Sunday night of one of my all-timers, a band of some of my dearest friends that helped define Brooklyn to me when I was first going there often in the early 2000s: the Tony Barba-led, hook-drenched The Barbarians. I rolled into this dark, cavernous room for two sets, wrapping the vintage Barbarians lineup’s mini-set of five stone-cold classics with older and newer material of Barba’s playing with other friends like Noah Jarrett, Conor Elmes, and Dave Treut that made me get off my stool and dance, that knocked me against the bar, that made me regret having a flight that left five hours after I stumbled out into the street, and that put a flag in the ground that said “This is going to be a good fucking year.”
  • Worthington Chamber Orchestra with Ucelli, Worthington United Methodist Church – I’m on record as thinking Mark Lomax is one of Columbus’s very finest composers and the more of his chamber music I hear the stronger that impression gets. I didn’t even know the Worthington Chamber Orchestra existed until I heard about this Sunday afternoon program themed around the underground railroad’s presence in Worthington (a good reminder in the wake of more recent white supremacist news around this suburb), and I was blown straight back in my seat. Lomax’s concerto used the cello quartet Ucelli at its spine to create a different form of cello concerto than I’d heard and, with the WCO under the baton of Antonie Clark, a wild, shifting, stormy narrative that opened up into these gorgeous sunlight textures. Anne and I talked about this for half an hour over dinner after.
  • Benefit for Dre Peace, Natalie’s Grandview – This show was a reminder of one of the things the Columbus music scene has always done very well: show up for each other. And a sterling reminder of the good work Natalie’s does providing stages to support this showing up. While the discussion from someone else with a kidney transplant at this benefit to get singer Dre Peace a new kidney was the single most moving moment of the evening, I was also gobsmacked by beautiful songs from Talisha Holmes, Ebri Yahloe, Starlit Ways and the Liquid Crystal Project. A Night that made my heart feel a little more full.
  • Nickel Creek and The Staves, Mershon Auditorium – Only got to the venue in time for a few songs from The Staves but their harmonies and barbed songwriting blew me away. Nickel Creek I was later to the party than other roots fans of my generation – I had to back into it through my love of Chris Thile and Sara Watkins’ later work – so this was the first time I’d seen them as a unit. Cataracts burned off my eyes – this was one of the best, most energetic live bands of any genre I’d ever seen: the beautiful tension and floating quality of encore-closer “Holding Pattern,” where Thile’s high-and-sweet tenor took on a flood of shadows as he sang, “Hold me, darling, while the world burns down,” is still stuck in my throat nine months later.
  • The Sleeveens with Goblin Smut and the Whiteouts, Cafe Bourbon Street – Irish-born Stef Murphy’s Tennessee-based supergroup (featuring members of Sweet Knives and Cheap Time) The Sleeveens blew my mind with catchy, crunchy riffs and grooves that recalled my favorite parts of the Stiff records catalog without feeling like just a throwback. And reminded me of the joyous, snotty power of longtime friends/faves The Whiteouts while turning me onto jubilant Goblin Smut. One of my most satisfying nights of rock and roll all year.
  • Hurray for the Riff Raff with NNAMDI, Skully’s Music Diner – I’ve been a fan of Hurray for the Riff Raff for a while – my fandom solidified with a stunning Twangfest set in 2016 followed by their masterpiece The Navigator (my favorite record of theirs until this year’s record of the year for me, The Past Is Still Alive). This set – with a killer opener from avant-R&B chameleon NNAMDI who also held down the bass chair in Hurray for the Riff Raff – did a couple of things I thought were almost impossible at the same time: doing a set of the entire new record that had come out in the last week or so, with one older tune included, for an artist with such an extensive and deep catalog, and having the crowd eat it up; and a set I didn’t move once during. Not to get another beer, not to talk to someone, not to use the restroom. The rare set that didn’t provoke any restlessness. The moment on “Snakeplant,” hearing a full room cheer as Alynda Segarra sang, “There’s a war on the people, what don’t you understand,” was as powerful a reminder I got of the connection between performer and audience as I had all year. Maybe as powerful as I’ve ever had.
Hurray for the Riff Raff, Skullys, March, 2024
  • Jeff Parker and the New Breed, Wexner Center for the Arts – An hour-plus of music whose seamless transitions and taste for ambience and texture – with an astonishing band including Josh Johnson on sax and keys, Paul Bryan on bass and synth bass, and Jeremy Cunningham on drums and sampler, Parker reaffirmed why he’s one of the great guitarists, composers, and bandleaders of my lifetimes, doing favorites of mine like “Executive Life,” the Steve Reich funk of “Max Brown,” and even dipping into forbears for that kind of elastic, electric group dialogue with a sterling read on Weather Report’s “River People.”
  • Seventh Son Anniversary, Seventh Son Brewery – Another reminder of the beauty of my community. Seventh Son – co-owner Jen has been a friend since I was 20 – open their doors and hearts to a lot of community organizations, artists, projects. Their anniversary this year coincided with Record Store Day and assembled some of my favorite people and acts in this town – including probably my favorite DJ duo The Coming Home, Natural Sway, my first time seeing Big Fat Head, and rare, welcome performances from the full trio version of Scrawl and Envelope that had a crowd of at least 1/3 people I wholeheartedly love singing along with me.
  • Scott Miller and Robbie Fulks, Thunderbird Cafe, Pittsburgh – I’ve been lucky to see these two of my favorite songwriters – and two of my gateway drugs to alt.country (whatever that is) – semi-often in the last few years, but this shared bill was tempting enough to schedule a trip to Pittsburgh around an art exhibit Anne wanted to see to overlap their date. And it didn’t disappoint – both singers, solo acoustic, have what feels like an infinite grasp on the history of American music and a wide, deep catalog to draw from. My heart vibrated like it was going to pound out of my chest from the first notes of Miller’s teenage looking-back-rallying-cry “Freedom is a Stranger” to the last downbeat of their shared Roger Miller encore.
  • Chicano Batman with Lido Pimienta, The Bluestone – I was blown away when I first saw LA R&B/rock powerhouse Chicano Batman at A&R bar back in 2017 and they’ve only grown in power – intense grooves and sweet harmonies, a kaleidoscopic sense of melody and an encyclopedic understanding of rhythm made a set I couldn’t stop dancing during. Lido Pimienta accompanied by an astonishing percussionist blew me away with poison-tipped songs and a voice that made my spine straighen.
  • Shannon and the Clams with Tropo Magica, Ace of Cups – Long one of the best live bands in the world, Shannon and the Clams brought their doo-wop tinged soul-rock back to Ace to promote their best, most painfully textured record yet, The Moon is in the Wrong Place, for a night of pure but never monochromatic beauty and catharsis. And they brought Tropo Magica who – back when they were still called Thee Commons as a four piece – Anne and I rolled the dice on at Ace almost a decade ago not knowing anything and walked away with a new favorite band, destroyed. An opening set I couldn’t imagine anyone else following, but, of course, Shannon Shaw, Hunx, and the rest of her band did with grace; making transmuting personal tragedy and quieter moments into anthems that feed the audience’s souls seem easy.
  • Contrary Motion, Urban Arts Space – More of this, please. A stellar chamber music program in honor of Pride Month spanning the spectrum from legends like Pauline Oliveros and Julius Eastman to the first great local contemporary composer I ever heard, Rocco DiPietro (who also worked with and wrote a great book on Eastman), to a striking new piece from co-director (with Sam Johnson) Noah Demland.
Chicano Batman, The Bluestone, May 2024
  • Megan Palmer and the Mezzanines, Rambling House – One of Columbus’s finest exports, Megan Palmer, has been setting the world on fire in Nashville for a while but we always benefit when she comes back through town. This collaboration with Dave Vaubel (The Randys) and Max Button’s delightful Western Swing/countrypolitan covers band The Mezzanines, augmented by the firepower of guitarist Brett Burleson gave fascinating rhythmic textures I wasn’t used to on Palmer songs I’ve been singing along to for years – a samba here, a rolling rockabilly riff there – and she’s always had good bands. Her adding rich violin textures to half of the Mezzanines repertoire was icing on the cake.
  • The Mavericks with Nicole Atkins, Rock the Ruins, Indianapolis – This double bill – finally getting to see the Nicole Atkins lineup with great Memphis guitarist/songwriter John Paul Keith on leads – in Indianapolis, a city Anne and I already love, was a no brainier. A beautiful summer night, The Mavericks changing up the set list in interesting ways – including frontman Raul Malo smiling more than I’d ever seen and finding the perfect balance between the dance party and the after party – and Nicole Atkins and band making those sometimes very intimate songs into anthems as big as the sky.
Nicole Atkins and Raul Malo, Indianapolis, August 2024
  • Meshell Ndegeocello, Wexner Center for the Arts – Meshell Ndegeocello has been on an artistic hot streak lately – following a masterpiece in a career strewn with masterpieces, Omnichord Real Book with an expansive, as-overflowing-with-ideas-as-its-subject tribute to James Baldwin No More Water – bringing the latter live to the Mershon stage under Wex auspices was breathtaking. Going to church in the best ways. The two shows from the Wex on here were – finally, after a while – just scratching the surface; the Art Ensemble of Chicago, Nathalie Joachim, and Tyshawn Sorey were all best-of-year contenders. It was just a stacked year.
  • Steve Dawson and Diane Christiansen, Hogan House – This was a reminder how good Fall is – Anne and I had to leave one of our favorite events, Art of the Cocktail, at the CMA early to make this; we’d also given up tickets for one of my favorite current jazz singers, Cecile McLorin Salvant, at the Wex because we’d bought those when Dawson and Christiansen were announced; all the same night. It’s also a tribute to Hogan House – a venue run by PJ and Abbie Hogan that brings these celebrations of the power of song to our town on a regular basis and constantly blows me away with its welcoming vibe, its remarkably good sound, and the friendliness and charm of its owners I’m lucky enough to call friends. Even with all that going on, within the first few notes of a set that reached back to Dolly Varden classics and leaned heavily on Dawson’s last two stellar records, Time to Let Some Light In and Ghosts, Anne and I both knew there was nowhere we’d rather be, and posted up at a bar halfway home to talk mostly about this set for an hour.
Meshelle Ndegeocello, Wexner Center, September 2024
  • Kris Davis Trio, Columbus Museum of Arts – A piano player who’s given me many of my favorite records and shows over the years making the trio record that stood above for me in a year of astonishing trio records, with one of the finest rhythm sections working, Robert Hurst and Johnathan Blake, hitting the highest heights in that CMA auditorium.
  • Davila 666 with The Ferals, Ladrones, and Las Nubes, Rumba Cafe – The same night as the Kris Davis Trio (what’d I tell you about fall?) brought back one of my all-time live rock backs, Puerto Rico’s Davila 666 for the first time in five years and they tore the roof off Rumba, partying like 2 am while the sun was still out and leading a stacked bill that introduced me to one of my favorite newish bands, Ladrones.
Ladrones, Rumba Cafe, October 2024
  • Dave Alvin and Jimmie Dale Gilmore, Natalie’s Grandview- I’ve been seeing Dave Alvin shows presented by Alec Wightman’s essential Zeppelin Productions since 2000; Wightman also promoted the first time I ever got to see another of my songwriter heroes, Jimmie Dale Gilmore. This appearance by those two fronting Alvin’s crack Guilty Ones band (Chris Miller, Lisa Pankratz, Brad Fordham) was a clinic in the power of songs – songs they grew up with in a lifetime of music fandom, songs that helped make their names like Alvin’s “Marie Marie” and Gilmore’s “Dallas,” songs by their friends (a jaw-dropping reggae take on a Butch Hancock song), and an example of how to balance an unflinching eye with belief things can get better and people can be better.
  • Jason Moran and the Bandwagon, Village Vanguard, NYC – One of my dream gigs for a long time has been to see Jason Moran and the Bandwagon in their standing Village Vanguard residency – a group that turned my head around when they first came to the Wexner Center under the auspices of Chuck Helm and who are still blowing me away in a variety of contexts – and luckily the last New York trip of the year allowed for just that. The final set of the week was dedicated to Duke Ellington with a side trip to songs he’d written for multi-media collaborations with Joan Jonas (the great artist was in attendance) and the bone-deep love of that music, the keen, active listening and responding between Moran, Tarus Mateen, and Nasheet Waits, and the ability to make it all alive was on full display.
  • Jesse Malin and Friends, Beacon Theatre, NYC – The reason we made that final New York trip and the icon of a saying Anne brings out regularly, “You can’t give yourself away.” Malin has thrown benefits, donated, opened the doors of the many bars he co-owns, for every benefit, every friend of his who was in need – and he’s friends with everyone in the music scene – and so it was only appropriate they all returned the favor. Even those of us who have but a couple specific memories flooded the Beacon Theatre with the kind of love I’ve talked about in this list – hell, in almost all of these lists – written large and in neon. I saw a few things after this – some great – but Malin and his band roaring through “Meet Me at the End of the World” and “Turn Up the Mains,” The Hold Steady exploding “Deathstar,” and Lucinda Williams doing their co-write “New York Comeback” are still echoing in my head.

Favorite Festival Sets:

Mendoza Hoff Revels in the bar mirror at Union Pool, NYC, January 2024
  • Winter Jazz Fest, NYC
    • Kaila Vandever, Zürcher Gallery
    • Marc Ribot and Mary Halvorson, Bowery Ballroom
    • Burnt Sugar with Vernon Reid, Brooklyn Bowl
    • Mendoza Hoff Revels, Union Pool
    • A Night at the East, Crown Hill Theatre
Shabaka, Bijou Theatre, Knoxville, March 2024
  • Big Ears Festival, Knoxville
    • Mary Halvorson’s Amaryllis, Tennesee Theatre
    • Jlin, The Point
    • Jason Moran and the Harlem Hellfighters, Knoxville Civic Auditorium
    • Chocolate Genius Inc, Bijou Theatre
    • Christian McBride and Brad Mehldau, Tennessee Theatre
    • Sexmob, The Standard
    • Charlie Dark MBE, Jackson Terminal
    • Shabaka, Bijou Theatre
    • Davone Tines and the Truth, Tennessee Theatre
    • Henry Threadgill/Vijay Iyer/Dafnis Prieto, Tennesee Theatre
Talisha Holmes, Columbus Arts Fest, June 2024
  • Columbus Arts Fest
    • Talisha Holmes
    • Soulutions Band
    • Trek Manifest and the Aye-1 Band
Faheem Najieb Quintet, Jazz and Ribs, July 2024
  • Columbus Jazz and Ribs Festival
    • Faheem Najieb Quintet
    • Milton Ruffin Quintet
    • Clave Sonic
Etran de L’air, Railgarten, Memphis, September 2024
  • GonerFest, Railgarten, Memphis
    • Pull Chains
    • RMFC
    • So What with Derv Gordon
    • Etran de L’air
    • Water Damage
Vernon Reid Conducting Burnt Sugar, Brooklyn Bowl, NYC, January 2024
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Best of 2024 – Recorded Music

As usual, more detailed thoughts on these will come – along with other songs that stuck in my chest – on the playlist posts later in the month. And while I no longer rank – though there’s a top 10 and an additional 10 – the record I came back to the most often, I turned over in my head repeatedly, and I kept finding new things to delight in was this year’s Hurray for the Riff Raff. Until Joy Oladokun’s new one came out, there wasn’t even a question about my “Record of the Year”. And while I’ve only lived with the Oladokun for a minute, it gives me that same blood-pumping feeling, and I can’t wait to see her come through the Newport in June.

  • Hurray for the Riff Raff, The Past Is Still Alive
  • Joy Oladokun, Observations from a Crowded Room
  • Various Artists, Silver Patron Saints: The Songs of Jesse Malin
  • Mary Halvorson, Cloudward
  • Meshell Ndegeocello, No More Water: The Gospel of James Baldwin
  • DEHD, Poetry
  • Wadada Leo Smith and Amina Claudine Myers, Central Park’s Mosaic of Reservoir, Lake, Paths, and Gardens
  • Lucky Daye, Algorithm
  • Tim Easton, Find Your Way
  • Arooj Aftab, Night Reign
  • Kris Davis Trio, Run the Gauntlet
  • Amy Rigby, Hang in There With Me
  • David Murray Quartet, Francesca
  • Kaitlin Butts, Roadrunner!
  • Sarah Davachi, The Head as Form’d in the Crier’s Choir
  • Chuck Prophet featuring ¿Qiensave?, Wake The Dead
  • Kyshona, Legacy
  • Davóne Tines and The Truth, ROBESOИ
  • Dalia Stasevska, Dalia’s Mixtape
  • Nubya Garcia, Odyssey
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Best Of Playlist record reviews

Best of 2023 – Songs

There were more records I loved, that I wanted to defend or argue about with people, that woke me up in the morning or kept me awake at night, than I could keep up with. The playlists themselves got a little unwieldy, but I still want to talk about records on a regular cadence, so look for something differently shaped in January.

One of the most fertile sources for finding new songs for me – and I love my fellow writers; I still read The Wire every month, Stereogum (especially Phil Freeman’s Ugly Beauty) regularly, NYC Jazz Record all the time, every promo email that comes my way – was radio. WFMU is still a constant flood of inspiration and joy. 

However, I was saddened to see St Louis’s KDHX drive passionate volunteers away in droves with mismanagement and misinformation: I namecheck John Wendland’s Memphis to Manchester a lot but also pour a little out for longtime buddies Roy Kasten and Steve Pick (still providing killer recs on his Substack), newer pal Caron House (check her new podcast, After the Gold Rush, continuing her great show Wax Lyrical), and people I didn’t know but listened to semi-religiously like Rich Reese, Ital K, and more. One of my favorite radio stations is a shell of itself, and I hope everyone I like finds peace and a place to land, but I know many times it doesn’t work like that.

Like in past years: Songs mostly (but don’t always) have lyrics and are a (more-or-less) concise jolt of emotion; Spaces are mostly instrumental and are sculptural or landscape-ish; both consist of tracks that came out this year to the best of my knowledge.  Parting Gifts is a look back at artists who made an impression on me we lost this year; it’ll be the last of these posted and very close to the 31st.

https://tidal.com/browse/playlist/428f1b9f-d8f9-4a49-99de-9b6b2aba9591

  • jaimie branch, “burning grey” – When I spoke with jaimie branch previewing her Wexner Center show in 2022 she was effusive about getting in with her band Fly or Die to record this album on the heels of that tour. And as sad as I am she’s no longer with us, this record – finishing touches presided over by her sister, Kate Branch, and her bandmates Jason Ajemian, Chad Taylor, and Lester St. Louis – is a masterpiece, so, like last year, I’m bookending the playlist with two of my favorite songs from it. This one, “Burning Grey,” served me as a mantra and a rallying cry throughout the year. The bouncy and tense urgency of the rhythm gets me pumped every time, fueling that vocal, assured in its desperation and so confident in its belief in people. That finely sharpened trumpet tone picking up right where the vocal drops off, the two sides of her voice perfectly simpatico. “Automatic time, automatic time, I wish I had the time, I wish I had the time, I had the time, I had the time, I had the time of my life.”
  • Jerry David Decicca, “Lost Days” – Long time friend and one of the two or three people who’ve turned me onto the most music of my life – hell, he may have sold me that Ethiopiques volume I was talking about in the live music list this year – Jerry DeCicca’s restlessness in his art is fed in all the right ways from a prolonged period of stability in the Texas hill county. New Shadows embraces the synthesizer and drum sounds of records like Tunnel of Love and New Sensations and the evocative looseness his writing has grown into over the last several albums and combines them into a tribute to wistfulness. The slightly pinched, distancing effect on the vocals (he and Rosali Middleman) draws me in. The winding tenor of James Brandon Lewis (who shows up more than once on the “Spaces” playlist) feels like it drifts through and perches on the edge of the beautiful landscapes crafted by co-producer Don Cento, looking out to a horizon while piecing together and honoring those lost days. “Look up, flags are at half mast all year like they ran out of gas.”
  • Olivia Rodrigo, “bad idea right?” – The ranking pretty much stops now as I try to weave together commonalities of tone and texture. A couple of my other high contenders for song of the year are at the very end, naturally. Still, if the previous couple of songs are my favorite songs of the year by a solid margin, this is my favorite single, maybe my favorite pop song, and a standout on Rodrigo’s barn burner of a second album, GUTS. The shifts in tone, the giddy delight with throwing off her friends and making a marvelous bad decision, the dry, shattered bottles on pavement drums, and the swirling keys all hit me exactly where I wanted. “I told my friends I was asleep, but I never said where or in whose sheets.”
  • Adanna Duru featuring Leven Kail, “Stay In” – Bringing the tone down in similar thematic waters for one of my favorite R&B songs of the year. The river-of-amber tempo and the candlelight (and melting candle wax) tones go all the way down my back. “You could take me out, or we could stay in; we could slow dance to Whitney again.”
  • Ledisi, “I Need to Know” – Co-written with Rex Rideout, this sumptuous on-the-edge-of-heartbreak ballad by Ledisi, draped in rich harmonies, paints an oblique story about a relationship on the precipice. I liked the Nina Simone tribute, but this has me ravenous for the next full length. “You got me up till daylight, tryna figure out if we’re all right.”
  • Mariah the Scientist, “Out of Luck” – Mariah the Scientist’s To Be Eaten Alive is gold-plated R&B, front-to-back perfectly tooled songs with a variety of collaborators but this one produced by Kaytranada grabbed me immediately and didn’t let go. The hard stutter of the drums underneath the placid synth sets off the synths’ and vocal’s vintage disco/early house tone beautifully. “If you treat me right, you won’t need another lover. Can you fantasize? All the things that haunted you and made you cry.”
  • Married FM, “Wineburg, Ohio” – Emily Davis (Necropolis, The Ipps) and Beth Murphy Wilkinson (Times New Viking) cast a long shadow over Columbus music, so as soon as I heard this project was in the offing I had to hear it. This debut release exceeded my expectations handily, some of the best bedroom pop I’ve heard in years, teasing out complicated relationships with nostalgia (particularly on this song) and the world. One of the very few guests, Mike O’Shaughnessy, adds some delicious crunch to the tune with his drums. “All the things we used to do? We just go through the motions, so we’re not so blue.”
  • Sunny War, “New Day” – I’ve liked Sunny War for a while, but she found an exquisite blend of folk and punk and songs boiled over a hot flame on Anarchist Gospel. This stripped-down mantra/taking stock backs her voice – front and center – only with bluegrass legend Dennis Crouch’s upright and strings by Billy Contreras, like standing in the middle of a whirlpool watching a sunrise. “You stole the light right from my eyes: jarred it up like fireflies. Start the day, salutation and smile, and work your way to tribulation and trial.”
  • Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit, “When We Were Close” – I might wish he varied the tempos a little more, but Jason Isbell keeps putting out records that hit me straight in the heart. Weathervanes burrows into the classic rock side of his passions after the shimmering light-on-water heartbreak of Reunions, and those guitars hit exactly right on almost all of the album for me. From the moment I heard the record, this tough-in-just-the-right-way eulogy for Justin Townes Earle stopped me dead in my tracks; that signature riff is one you could picture JTE nodding and taking another drag on a cigarette to, and the two winks to tributes to other people, Earle’s famous namesake Townes Van Zandt’s “Rex’s Blues” and his father Steve Earle’s memorial to Townes “Ft Worth Blues,” do what that kind of a reference is supposed to do: dig it deeper and place it in a continuum, instead of being a lazy shorthand. “I saw a picture of you laughing with your child, and I hope she will remember how you smiled. But she probably wasn’t old enough the night somebody sold you stuff and left you on the bathroom tiles.”
  • Joy Oladokun, “Taking Things For Granted” – There’s not a bad song on Joy Oladokun’s fourth record, Proof of Life, and it was one of the albums I turned to when I needed comfort that didn’t feel reductive or simplifying this year. Her voice surfs over the insistent churn of the rhythm section (Elliot Skinner and Aaron Steele), bursting into light but never ignoring the dark under the surface. “What people say, ‘cause everybody’s feeling the pressure of a world that’s trying to end us every day. Sometimes it feels like everyone’s looking at the surface, and it’s not happening on purpose, but they’re taking things for granted again.”
  • Brennen Leigh, “The Bar Should Say Thanks” – I’m still kicking myself for hesitating on buying tickets to see Brennen Leigh with Kelly Willis earlier in the year, and it sold out. Ain’t Through Honky Tonkin’ Yet is the best neo-traditional country record in recent memory, by a mile. “Don’t they remember, each closing time, whose tab is always open? And who can they count on to hold the hand of a friend who’s barely coping? Who’s the queen of rehashing her hard knocks? Who drops all her spare cash in the jukebox, when I could’ve been putting it in the bank?”
  • Lisa O’Neill, “All of This is Chance” – One of the many songs on here I found through the aforementioned John Wendland, but one I remember specifically hearing on his show and having to write it down/dig into it. Irish singer Lisa O’Neill’s All of This is Chance was exactly the kind of storytelling record I didn’t even know I was consciously craving, and this title track is perfection, rich with drone (I suspect a violin, but could be an accordion or harmonium) and sandpaper guitar. “When you watch from the doorway, the years run by.”
  • Mick Harvey, “A Suitcase in Berlin” – This meditation on place and grappling with mortality continues Mick Harvey’s gentle evolution. The arrangement is perfect, understated, flecked with organ and strings, underscoring the wistfulness and his singing continues its growth into the ranks of the classic chanteurs. “It just stays there, and that makes its own sense. To make the trips always okay: I have the urge, I can just go back again. Go back again.”
  • John Cale, “Noise of You” – John Cale’s MERCY is a fucking triumph, a looking back and planting his flag in the now and tomorrow. Full of grapplings with mortality and not going gently into the night. On this, his shimmering synths dance around cracking drums courtesy of avant-garde percussionist Deantoni Parks (Meshell Ndegeocello) and the cello of long-time Alejandro Escovedo foil Matt Fish. “Was so long, so long ago. I hear you now.”
  • Gee Tee, “Cell Damage” – One of 12 bursts of middle finger exuberance from Sydney’s Gee Tee’s second record, Goodnight Neanderthal, featuring shaky synths and sawing guitars wrapped around an in-your-face vocal delivering tangy hooks. A reminder of how much I love rock and roll and how well the Aussies are doing it these days.
  • Daddy Long Legs, “Silver Satin” – Swinging garage-blues shouters Daddy Long Legs returned with Street Sermons which made me extremely happy and very much looking forward to seeing them live again – this song, with its deep backing vocals, prominent castanets, and barrelhouse piano, teases different elements of the formula to the fore without sacrificing the basement dance party we’re all here for. “I’m gonna get me a bottle of Thunderbird. She swings as sweet a song as I’ve ever heard.” 
  • 6LACK, “preach” – I got turned onto 6LACK from an old friend and co-worker Cassie Schutt years – and two jobs – ago, and I’ve been a fan ever since. The suspended organ and clicking drums in the background of this standout from his terrific Since I Have a Lover are exactly the right background for the sly smirk in his flexible delivery. “I get sick of being looped in; I’m praying for a beat switch, interlude transition. I’m moving on my feet quick. Limited thinking, gimmicks and placements, mimicking faces committed to the wicked and basic. Who amI to capitalize without giving back?”
  • Lucinda Williams, “New York Comeback” – I devoured Lucinda Williams memoir Don’t Tell Anybody The Secrets I Told You in two days, and loved this post-stroke return Stories From a Rock and Roll Heart, full of swaggering barroom gems and deep soul, a life still bearing her bitemarks. My personal favorite was this recounting of triumph that also counts the scars, written with her husband Tom Overby and Jesse Malin (who I’ve donated toward; get well soon, Jesse), featuring a powerful Steve Ferrone drum part and backing vocals from Bruce Springsteen and Patti Scialfa. “No one’s brought the curtain down; maybe you should stick around until the stage goes black. Maybe there’s one last twist. Two outs, nobody on base, we’re down to the last strike. Could hear a pin drop in this place. Hoping for a miracle tonight.”
  • The New Pornographers, “Pontius Pilate’s Home Movies” – Much like the last few records, Continue as a Guest didn’t hold my attention all the way through, but I kept coming back to this perfectly crafted quirky pop gem with a bouncy arrangement. Hearing Carl Newman and Neko Case’s voices in concert still moves me like few other combinations. “Listening to the first grace notes of the day play, the sun kept on rising til it floated away. Spun out of control, you recover and steer through, into controlled slide. That’s just what you do. And now you’re clearing the room just like Pontius Pilate when he showed all his home movies. All of his friends yelling, ‘Pilate, too soon!’”
  • Peter One featuring Allison Russell, “Birds Go Die Out of Sight (Don’t Go Home)” – The former Cote d’Ivoire country star who fled to the US during strife in his country picked up the career now that his children are grown. The weathered and sweet voice and the charm and careful crafting of the songs struck me when I saw him at Big Ears earlier in the year in the intimate confines of the Jig and Reel. This song was a highlight of that set; I found myself singing the “Don’t go home” hook for weeks, and it’s a highlight of the very fine Come Back to Me record, including gorgeous harmonies by Allison Russell, harmonica from Memphis legend John Németh and aching pedal steel from Paul Niehaus. “Hold your horses, brother. Don’t you go, can’t you see? Things have changed, you have changed. You’ve been here for more than twenty years.”
  • Shania Twain featuring Malibu Babie, “Giddy Up! (Malibu Babie Remix)” – I love some Shania Twain. When I first turned 18 and was going to clubs, she was the one contemporary country star who I saw actively embrace remixes and the variety of audiences losing their minds to her work. This exuberant remix by Malibu Babie (who also produced killing work from Nicki Minaj and Megan Thee Stallion in recent years) extends that tradition. Pure dancefloor joy, shiny but still with room to breathe. “Drunk in the city, got litty in your cup.”
  • Chappell Roan, “Red Wine Supernova” – I got hipped to Chappell Roan through my friend and former coworker Mary McCarroll. I love most of the record, but this song hit me immediately and stayed my favorite; a glittering slice of pop perfection with a raging keyboard bass riff and barbed lyrics. “I heard you like magic; I got a wand and a rabbit.”
  • Meng & Ecker, “Shoot Yer Load” – I’d heard of the Blacklips performance art collective, centered around the Pyramid Club on Avenue A, but it was just enough before my time I didn’t really know the work. The compilation Blacklips Bar: Androgyns and Deviants — Industrial Romance for Bruised and Battered Angels, 1992​–​1995 co-edited by ANHONI, was a better introduction than I could have imagined; a mix of cabaret-style reimaginings of classics and pop hits and serrated-edge dance pop originals like this one, performed by a duo named after the bad-taste British comic strip, including the writer of the original comic David Britton. “Go on and shoot your load. Let it go.”
  • Scowl, “Psychic Dance Routine” – One of my favorite new rock bands, Scowl out of LA, was one of my most anticipated shows at Ace, sadly canceled due to COVID. Psychic Dance Routine is stripped to the bone, wire-taut, and sparking, Kat Moss’s vocals leading the charge. “She’ll never be your animal. She’s got her own personal hell.”
  • Karol G featuring Peso Pluma, “QLONA” – I knew some singles by Colombian sensation Karol G, but her fourth record, Mañana Será Bonito, just grabbed me by the shoulders and didn’t let go. I had a very hard time picking a single song off this, but “QLONA” got the slight edge for introducing me – late to the game – to Mexican corrido/trap star Peso Pluma.
  • Meshell Ndegeocello featuring Jeff Parker, “ASR” – For someone I don’t think has ever made a bad record, The Omnichord Real Book is the latest high watermark for Meshell Ndegeocello. The afrobeat call and response on the vocals made more sense when I saw this song was co-written by an architect of that sound, Tony Allen, along with the recently gone and much missed Amp Fiddler and Chris Connelly (Ministry, Revolting Cocks). A brilliant feature turn from Jeff Parker on guitar alongside guitarist/co-writer Chris Bruce (Wendy & Lisa, Bell Biv Devoe) is the icing on the cake of this track. “We were not born to live and breathe this extraordinary pain.”
  • The Third Mind, “Sally Go Round the Roses” – Dave Alvin reconvened the murderer’s row he assembled for his studio project of blues cut-ups par excellence, The Third Mind, for an even stronger collection of tunes and fiery playing than the self-titled original. They dig into the classic pop of the Jaynetts’ song, a favorite of Anne’s and one I didn’t know until she lit up when we saw Tav Falco do it a few years ago in New York and turn it inside out in ways that reconfigure how we look at it without disrespecting the original, without disregarding any of its original magic. A perfect, smoky Jesse Sykes vocal floats through the thickets of guitar from Alvin and David Immergluck, a heat-mirage of a groove from bassist Victor Krummenacher, and always-stellar drumming from Michael Jerome, who I’ve been a big fan of since seeing with Richard Thompson around 20 years ago (maybe the first time I saw Alvin, opening that tour, or maybe that Zeppelin show with Dave Alvin was a year or two before). “The saddest thing in the whole wide world: to see your baby with another girl.”
  • Lori McKenna, “Letting People Down” – As big a fan as I am of Lori McKenna’s writing for other people, every time she puts out one of her own records feels (in my own tiny world) like an event and her terrific grappling with, engaging with (but never drowning in) nostalgia of 1988 was another dagger to the solar plexus like only she can deliver. Like Jim Lauderdale, in a more just world McKenna would be the one packing stadiums, but that might make the soil of country and adjacent music a lot less fertile. “You get up for work every day; you drag yourself right out of bed. The arms of those angels are wrapped around the dreams you left. I look the other way, pretending not to notice; I don’t know how it died, but I know where the ghost is.”
  • Rissi Palmer, “Speak on It” – Raleigh-based country singer Rissi Palmer gets stronger and casts a wider net with every release, and her EP this year, Still Here, continued that trend. Much as I liked the title track collaborating with Miko Marks, I kept gravitating back toward this New Orleans-inflected, horn-spattered call to arms. “Brothers getting beat; his sister’s held to the ground. If you say what you see, we can turn it around…If no one will defend them, baby, let them know you will.”
  • Say She She, “C’est Si Bon” – Brooklyn-based soulful disco band Say She She shot to another level of clarity and power with their excellent second record Silver and this standout, what they referred to as “a tribute to the global dancefloor” in an advance notice, is exactly the kind of thing I’d want to hear in a club, balancing a strong, very cold drink, surveying the crowd but not for long before joining the fray. “Tell them what you want; the time will soon be gone.”
  • Jorja Smith, “Try Me” – London-based R&B star Jorja Smith returned with a record falling or flying this year featuring a suite of rock-solid songs. “Try Me” is an excellent showcase for her voice and barbed lyrics, surrounding her in atmospherics and a skeletal but thumping beat. “Can you wait for this second? To please somebody else other than your needs. You’ve got a lot left on these sleeves, but your heart’s not on your sleeve.”
  • Bulla en el Barrio, “Madre Luna” – Another example of the music scene making Brooklyn so exciting right now, features Carolina Oliveros and Christian Rodriguez spun off from Chicha Libre who I loved so much. I’ve seen this referred to as New York’s first bullerengue group, a regional genre based in Colombia and Panama.
  • Bonnie “Prince” Billy, “Behold! Be Held!” – I’m not sure there’s a songwriter I’ve loved for this many years who epitomizes the Dickinson edict of “Tell all the truth but tell it slant” as whole-heartedly as Will Oldham. The themes I’ve been able to suss out from this standout track from his Keeping Secrets Will Destroy You album (my favorite record of his since Master and Everyone, and despite more detailed chamber music arrangements, the closest to giving me some of the vibrations that record did) include the reasons we make art, the way we find revelation through not knowing, and an incomplete (of course) map to living. I know there’s more to discover through play, not dissection. Kendall Carter’s keys and the close harmony between Oldham and Waters have a meditative effect on me and set up the burst of moonlight that’s Drew Miller’s saxophone, playing a similar role to James Brandon Lewis’s on DeCicca’s track here. Just magic. “And then when that grueling death bell knells, we’ll have such a wondrous thing to remember: there’s nothing to fear from those crazy blue bells. The mystery’s solved, and the oval is closed, and everyone we know will be born again: behold, be held, the adventure’s over.”
  • Rhiannon Giddens, “Wrong Kind of Right” – The first time I saw Rhiannon Giddens at Big Ears – I was already a fan from her work with Carolina Chocolate Drops – was revelatory; killer repertoire and the announcement of a great American voice. Her first record of all originals, You’re The One, is everything I hoped, a vintage big room country-soul record but written with a modern eye and ear. Dwayne Bennett’s (Charlie Wilson, Valerie June) organ swells leads a killing horn section arranged by Jack Splash (Solange, Mayer Hawthorne, Anthony Hamilton), buffetting and oozing around her voice and a bounce-a-quarter-on-it rhythm section. “I’m not the apple of your eye; it’s a shame you’re the one in mine. You know I love all the things we do, and I know it’s not the same for you.”
  • Amanda Shires and Bobbie Nelson, “Waltz Across Texas” – Amanda Shires, after a series of ever-more-daring solo records, reminded us all of her vintage Texas bonafides – starting out in a later version of Western Swing pioneers the Texas Playboys and in Billy Joe Shaver’s band – and shining a spotlight on late-to-get-her-due piano player Bobbie Nelson with the beguiling and gorgeous Loving You. This lovely take on the Ernest Tubb classic is a perfect example of the beautifully unadorned style of the record. “Like a storybook ending, I’m lost in your charms.”
  • Vada Azeem, “ABUELA” – Columbus rapper Vada Azeem got my attention with his early work with Fly.Union and returned after a decade of not releasing a full length under his name with the stunning We Forgot God Was Watching. This tribute to his grandmother, riding a loping, horn-rich beat from Cleveland-based production collective Armani Cove. “I remember what my Grandma told a little me, my eyes full of glee, ‘Stay focused, child, always tie your camel to the tree.’”
  • Alien Nosejob, “Split Personality” – Following closely on one of my favorite Gonerfest sets, a collection of poppy, catchy piss-takes, this solo project from the Ausmuteant’s Jake Robertson delivered a record that lived up to that introduction and then some, The Derivative Sounds of​.​.​. Or​.​.​. A Dog Always Returns to its Vomit, crisply recorded and loaded with little details, guitar hooks and surprising drum fills that never detract from the forward propulsion.
  • The Tripwires, “Piano Annie on Sunday” – John Ramberg’s written a lot of my favorite songs over the years – from co-writing most of Neko Case’s Furnace Room Lullabye before I knew him, to a swath of perfect Model Rockets songs (I play “Ugly Jacket” and swoon every October, even to this day) – and we were blessed with two full-lengths from his current supergroup The Tripwires, also featuring Johnny Sangster (Neko Case), Jim Sangster (Young Fresh Fellows), Dan Peters (Mudhoney), and Mark Pickerel (Screaming Trees). This shining example from Do It Some More finds Ramberg and the band capturing a feeling I love and paying tribute to something that doesn’t get spoken of nearly enough, the local musician just killing it week after week, letting a crowd coalesce around her. One of my goals for 2024 is to get out to the Pacific Northwest and see all my people out there, focused on a Tripwires show. “Places everybody for star time: 17 to 70. Annie hangs loose on days like today, the best I’ve ever heard her sing.”
  • Cheater Slicks, “Garden of Memories” – Columbus Titans’ Cheater Slicks returned this year with another world-beater of a record, Ill-Fated Cusses, and much like the last one, 2012’s Reality is a Grape, I find myself more drawn to the mid-tempo and slower songs than the ragers. This tune conjures nostalgia while knowing it’s a lie, crafting charcoal drawings of crackling feedback around a mournful, menacing vocal. “Garden of memories, sheltered within me, fade like dew drops in rain. Fade like a daydream, leave just a smokescreen; joy that lies beyond the veil of this concrete-like jail.”
  • B. Cool-Aid featuring Liv​.​e, Jimetta Rose & V​.​C​.​R, “soundgood” – B. Cool-Aid, a supergroup of rapper PinkSiifu and producer Ahwlee, teamed up for a concept record dripping in ambiance, Leather Blvd. The smoky soundscapes on this track, with that infectious keyboard riff burrowing into my skull and sweet-spicy crooning, was endemic of everything I loved about the album. “Two-a-days up here. Hide it from your girlfriend, like we the only ones here. You know that shit sound good.”
  • Ashley McBryde, “Cool Little Bars” – Ashley McBryde’s The Devil I Know was another shining example of her hooky Mellencamp-style roots rock and deep country ballads with sharply observed detail in the lyrics. This co-write with rising star Laney Wilson and Trick Savage, who I wasn’t previously familiar with, takes on a subject close to my heart and, clearly, to the artist, with warm empathy. “The faded paint is covered up with dollar bills, from regulars and amateurs that all had time to kill. It’s cookie-cutter corporate on this street, so, Lord, as I sit me down to drink, I pray time just forgets to turn places like this into drive-thrus and condos. Lord knows we need those little holes in the wall, for lost souls and old stray dogs. God bless two-for-ones and broken hearts, and cool little bars.”
  • Robbie Fulks, “One Glass of Whiskey” – A similar subject viewed with an affection but also a little more of a barbed tongue and a remove, this was my first favorite off Robbie Fulks’ killing Bluegrass Vacation record, uniting him with the cream of the contemporary bluegrass scene – on this track including Punch Brother Chris Eldridge, T-Bone Burnett first call bassist Dennis Crouch, Family Band mandolinist Ronnie McCoury, and longtime Fulks’ foil Shad Cobb – and, in some sense, bringing him full circle to the earliest work he was known for in the Chicago scene. “And when I feel I’m sinking low, I reach for the first friend I see. All I need is to look at him and know he’s sinking faster than me. One glass of whiskey to ease my mind, and another one to take it too far away to find.”
  • Jerry Joseph, “The War I Finally Won” – Singer-songwriter Jerry Joseph (The Jackmormons, Little Women) continues his solo renaissance with Baby, You’re the Man Who Would Be King, produced with diamond-hard clarity from Eric “Roscoe” Ambel and a stunning set of songs like this stomping look at the choices inherent in a life. “I got spit in my eye and a lump in my throat and I just know I’m done. Thrash in a rage, and a gnashing of teeth. A coming of age just out of reach. I should’ve listened when you told me to learn how to breathe.”
  • Billy Valentine and the Universal Truth, “Home is Where the Hatred Is” – Columbus favorite son Bily Valentine, formerly of the Valentine Brothers, assembled a crack band for a beautiful record of social commentary soul tunes like this silk-wrapped-around-knives take on the Gil Scott-Heron classic. “You keep saying kick it, quit it, kick it, quit it, but did you ever try? To turn your sick soul inside out so that the world can watch you die?”
  • ANHONI and the Johnsons, “Can’t” – ANHONI returned with maybe her finest record, My Back Was a Bridge For You to Cross, synthesizing the various influences and genres of each of the earlier records into a more consistent, cohesive soul. This swinging northern-soul inflected song, with a stellar cast of players including drummer Chris Vatalaro (Antibalas, Bat for Lashes, Sam Amidon), Martin Slattery’s (Amy Winehouse, Joe Strummer) keys, and Jimmy Hogarth (also ANHONI’s co-writer) on guitar, was a standout for me. “Come back home, my darling, come back home, my friend. Sorry for the things I’ve done. I can’t stop this, darling, it keeps being real; I don’t want you to be dead. I can’t stand around talking shit with all these rotten teeth.”
  • 79.5, “B.D.F.Q” – At the vanguard of Brooklyn’s neo-disco scene alongside Say She She who featured elsewhere in this playlist, 79.5 put out a front-to-back stunner with their eponymous debut full-length. This song, the advance single that hooked me and a standout when I got to see them open for Lady Wray this year, written by singer Kate Mattison, is a thumping, snarling anthem. “Bitch, don’t fucking quit – you’ve got it, bitch, you’ve got it.”
  • Sexxy Red featuring Nicki Minaj and Tay Keith, “Pound Town 2” – One of the phenomenon songs this year, a sex anthem with a creeping club beat courtesy of Tay Keith and an infectious mumbling delivery I can’t quite compare to anyone else from Sexxy Red. “I want fish and grits, throwing hissy fits.”
  • Wu-Tang Clan, “Claudine” – I hadn’t been paying a lot of attention to what the Wu’s been up to lately but every few years, they have a single or two that knock me on my ass and remind me what a force they remain. The newest entry in that storied canon is “Claudine,” featuring Method Man and Ghostface Killah, a hook from Nicole Bus who’s new to me, and a vintage-sounding sweet soul beat from longtime affiliate Mathematics. “You think it’s fine to play with all what I have left. It’s a cold world out there and I can’t take this silence.” 
  • Future Utopia featuring Kae Tempest, “We Were We Still Are” – I knew Kae Tempest through their writing before I even knew they made music, but quickly became just as big a fan of that other side (still bummed they didn’t make it to Big Ears, hopefully someday). This track pairs the poet-rapper with grime mastermind Future Utopia working in a vintage, horn-flecked landscape mode. An infectious party starter with plenty to grip onto. “Hello disorientation, my old friend, welcome to the days of distortion. Complex parades of illusion, charades, on course for destruction: yawn for the horseman. An end is an end until it’s a beginning; winning. We built this city on what we stole, and then we ate it whole.”
  • Scratcha DVA featuring Skream, and Mez, “X Rated” – Skream was one of the first artists I gravitated toward in the early, languid waves of dubstep, and I became a fan of grime DJ and producer Scratcha DVA not long after. I’m not as familiar with Nottingham-based rapper Mez but he works wonders over this beat with a supple, shifting flow. 
  • Lil Yachty, “pRETTy” – Lil Yachty continued his exploration of psychedelic tones and vintage distortion on the hypnotic Let’s Start Here. This echoey slow jam is one of the standouts for me from the album.  “I know you done been through a lot, but trust me when I say I’m there for you.”
  • Chiiild featuring Lucky Daye, “Good For Now” – Chiiild and Lucky Daye teamed up on this mesmerizing duet, with production from PL, ​xSDTRK & D’Mile, the swirling acoustic guitar riff is a highlight but their two voices run the show for me. “Tell me that we’re dreaming, don’t say that we’re in love. Whatever this is, it’s good for now.”
  • King Louie Bankston, “Gone Too Far” – King Louie Bankston, one of the undersung heroes of the New Orleans underground, left us too soon in 2022, and Goner Records and some old friends and collaborators have started on some archival projects as a much-needed corrective to this mad genius who’s work languished too often on demo tapes or limited-edition CDRs or 7”s that never got repressed. The first blush of that vital work is the fantastic Harahan Fats. This track captures the blend of crunching earworm riff and confessional lyric, blurring bravado, self-deprecation, and sweetness that made so many of us fall in love with him in the first place. “I fell behind ‘cause I’ve gone too far; this ugly mind, so don’t take a look.”
  • Ibex Clone, “Nothing Ever Changes” – Memphis cracked power trio Ibex Clone returned with their best record yet, All Channels Clear, maybe the best record George Williford (guitar), Alec McIntyre (bass), and Meredith Lones (drums) have made yet, and that’s saying something because I loved Ex-Cult, NOTS, and Hash Redactor an awful lot. The sharp pop hooks floating on sludgy post-punk rhythms hit just right here. “It’s taken nearly five thousand years to know exactly who you are. Getting into a lifetime stupor. Insulated from ourselves for good.”
  • Call Me Rita, “This is a Stick Up!” – Another explosion from this powerhouse band, fronted by poet/artist Vanessa Jean Speckman with backing from some of Columbus’s finest players including her partner Micah Schnabel and Jay Gasper on guitars, Todd May on bass, and Jason Winner on drums. “We’re not living! Only serving, we’re way more deserving than to live and die while genuflecting Capitalism Daddy in the sky.”
  • The Hives, “Rigor Mortis Radio” – The Hives’ returned with The Death of Randy Fitzsimmons, another reminder of the finely-tooled power they bring in the service of joy. This stomping hand-clap disco rocker is another classic every bit as good as the first singles that made them international superstars. “I took my feet out of your puddle ‘cause you know what? I got better things to do ‘cause you know what I got. I got these people eating out of the palm of my hand, I got them answering every single one command. I know you want my time, here’s my line – I got your offer, decline, decline.”
  • Kassa Overall featuring Laura Mvula and Francis and the Lights, “So Happy” – I first saw – and loved – Kassa Overall in a rhythm section alongside John Hebert as one of the most promising jazz drummers I’d seen in a long while. He’s still that but with his solo albums he’s revealed that he’s so much more, and the gorgeously unclassifiable ANIMALS is the next step in that evolution. The best weirdo soul anyone’s making, with swooping strings, a rhythm that never feels showy but doesn’t resolve where you’d expect, and a glowing hook from Laura Mvula. “Nevermind a seat at the table, I would settle for crumbs if I’m able. Is it dumb to be wise in a humble disguise? I’m not meant to be a puppet or a fool.”
  • Flo featuring Missy Elliott, “Fly Girl” – British R&B vocal group Fly lace a charming interpolation of Missy Elliott’s “Work It” into this infectious slice of sugary pop, including bringing the originator out to spit some delightful interjections and a killer verse. “Back up on the market, better put in your bid, ‘cause when Missy throw a party you can’t find nowhere to sit.”
  • Ari LaShell, “Get Down” – Atlanta-by-way-of-Detroit soul singer-songwriter put out a stunning debut EP AWH this year and this song, a silky slither of a vocal over a bouncing, clicky beat reminds me of early ‘00s neo-soul and late ‘70s mutant disco without being overly devoted to any one style. “Boy, I want you to get down. Down.”
  • Dom Deshawn, “‘09 Nostalgia” – Columbus rapper Dom Deshawn released his best record AfterParadise, this year. Before the record, I heard a beautiful headlining set at the Goodale Park Gazebo this summer. This song got me immediately and hasn’t let me go yet, making the best use of breezy, glowing production from Masked Man. “Ichabod Crane, you know I be coming for necks, cause the summer’s got a lot of debts I gotta collect.”
  • Killer Mike featuring Andre 3000, Eryn Allen Kane, and Future, “SCIENTISTS & ENGINEERS” – Much as I like Run the Jewels, I delighted in this year’s Michael, hearing Killer Mike rap over some other beats with well-chosen collaborators. This track, with production from DJ Paul, James Blake, and No ID, is an ideal showcase. “Diamonds shaped like a teardrop. I’ve got the streets in a headlock. Fly just like a skydiver, spirit, I can get manslaughtered, suicide door on the Range Rover.”
  • Sweeping Promises, “Good Living Is Coming for You” – Neo-new wave duo Lira Mondal and Caufield Schnug piled on a level of crunch for their stellar Good Living is Coming for You, with this title track epitomizing the good time groove, gleaming hooks threaded through a sense of paranoia, a powerful desperation to take everything out of life you can before it’s taken away I related to very strongly. “Wave after wave, threatening to break the surface. This interior’s designed to make you nervous.”
  • PinkPantheress featuring Ice Spice, “Boy’s a liar, Part 2” – After last year waxing rhapsodic about Ice Spice, I was primed for this song-of-the-year candidate with rising pop star PinkPantheress. A pulsing heartbeat of a rhythm layered with fragile latticework of keyboards and a little guitar undergirding the lightness of PinkPantheress’s vocals and the unhurried, winking smirk of Ice Spice. “Ducking my shit, ‘cause he know what I’m on, but when he hit me I’m not gon’ respond.”
  • Lydia Loveless, “French Restaurant” – Lydia Loveless has never been gone – her pandemic-era Daughter was a thornier record that was a slower burn for me, or at least slower to digest – but with Nothing’s Gonna Stand in My Way Again it felt like Columbus’s most powerful singer-songwriter was back at full force. Ten catchy, diverse songs in a tight 33 minutes, and this song sums up the mix of anthemic, soaring heartbreak and keenly carved sense of place that I get more of from their work than anywhere else, with the always excellent band of Jay Gasper and Todd May on intertwining guitars, Mark Connor’s swinging bass and synth, and George Hondroulis’ heavy and nuanced drums. “Well, pretty soon, I’ll be running into the dark while you follow me in the car ‘cause you know I won’t get that far on foot. And I was a fool, forever walking out on something we worked on for so long when all you ever asked of me was just a little bit of goddam honesty.”
  • M. Ward featuring first aid kit, “too young to die” – M. Ward appears every year with a perfect record, nostalgia sculpted with rusty daggers and antique navigational instruments, and supernatural thing is another excellent example. This shimmering, haunted travelogue through the human heart weaves his voice with Swedish folk duo first aid kit. “And sailing, sometimes failing, that’s the only way to fly. Crying, sometimes wailing, that’s the only way that we learn how to try. With my face down in the mat, the champ says, ‘Are you too old to fight or too young to die?’”
  • Dale Watson, “I Ain’t Been Living Right” – Dale Watson takes his steely eyed looks at the beauty and flaws of the world and himself and strains it through a more acoustic filter, partly inspired by Leadbelly after moving to the great Huddy Ledbetter’s hometown, with Starvation Box, named after what Ledbetter’s father called a guitar. This sunny self-recrimination shares a lilting tone with “Gentle on My Mind” and a weathered grin that’s all Watson. “Out of the ten commandments, I reckon I broke eight, and I reckon you can reckon on which two I didn’t break.”
  • El Michels Affair and Black Thought, “Glorious Game” – Glorious Game matches Black Thought’s make-it-look-easy virtuosity and classicist tendencies with El Michels Affairs’ dusky cinematic vibescapes in a match made in heaven. “Gloves and mask off, time to blast off; baton I’ll pass off, rhyme your ass off.”
  • Optic Sink, “Summertime Rain” – I loved Optic Sink’s debut just as much as I loved singer-keyboardist Natalie Hoffmann’s earlier band Nots, saying something because Nots might have been the best rock band touring for a few years. Their follow-up – produced by Sweeping Promises’ Caufield Schnug – adds a fulltime drummer, monster player Keith Cooper from the Sheiks to the alchemy of Hoffmann and Ben Bauermeister (Toxie) and it’s a tighter, hookier record without satisfying any of the weird textures or sense of being on a journey I loved about them initially. “When I see you fade out, it feels like summertime rain.”
  • Statik Selektah featuring Posdnuos, “Round Trip (For Dave)” – Statik Selektah returned with another rock solid record this year, Round Trip, and for me the standout with this collaboration with De La Soul pillar Posdnuos to pay tribute to Posdnuos’s gone-too-soon groupmate Dave Jolicoeur/Trugoy the Dove. “I’ll never feel submerged in greed if someone gives me flowers when I’d rather the seeds.”
  • Healing and Peace, “Into a Hole” – Alex Mussawir has stealthily grown into one of Columbus’s finest songwriters on a trajectory from Future Nuns through Kneeling and Piss into Healing and Peace. This eponymous debut EP has six songs that grapple with an interesting, frequently ambiguous equanimity and trying to find one’s place in the adult world with a dry, world-weary vocal and a chiming thump. “A constant paving over of ideas, never satisfied, but truth is not a cart that drags behind you.”
  • Jess Williamson, “God in Everything” – I liked Williamson’s collaboration in Plains, the way I found out about her, but I really loved this year’s solo record Time Ain’t Accidental. The warm clarity of Brad Cook’s (Houndmouth, WIlliam Tyler, Ani Difranco) production sets up a world and a story I know well told from a specific and perfectly realized perspective. “Did you see or appreciate the wisdom in me? Was I something for you to play with, did I say the wrong things? Did you notice how I serve my tea?”
  • Esther Rose’s “Chet Baker” – Maybe the single song I pushed on people more than any other this year and a standout for me from Esther Rose’s Safe to Run, her fourth record, but I was woefully late to the party. The ingratiating melody, the steel guitar wrapping around the sold acoustic rhythm, and the narrative that feels like describing a lazy Sunday that understands exactly the import of the moment, of noticing everything the narrator sees, and knows how the time will sleep away whether they want it to or not. The steel turned up on the breathy, ground-falling-out-from-under-you bridge hits me every time. “You know rock bottom shouldn’t feel this good. We could go down swinging, arm in arm, or we could just go drinking at the 8 Ball. Two bucks, press play, baby, bully the juke. Outside the ladies’ restroom, there starts to form a queue. Six bucks: starlight special, a shot and a beer; we’re not doing great, aw, but we’re pretty good.”
  • Buddy and Julie Miller, “We’re Leavin’” – In The Throes is another low-key masterpiece from Buddy and Julie Miller, a perfectly produced record of how interesting love for the world can be, how fulfilling. And this song is a magnificent hymn – written by Julie Miller – that moves even a non-believer like me; their voices blanketed by long-time friends and collaborators Larry Campbell and Teresa Williams, Byron House’s upright bass with Fred Eltringham’s waltzing drums, Stuart Duncan’s fiddle sluicing between Buddy Miller’s guitar and Tim Lauer’s piano. Just perfect. “Come on, everybody, we’re leaving together.”
  • Allison Russell, “Eve Was Black” – Allison Russell followed up my record of the year last year with exactly the right move. This thornier, harder, complicated record takes every idea from her debut. It adds everything she’s absorbed since, with static-laced production by dim star around crunching drums from Megan Coleman, acid-fried guitar form Elenna Canlas and Meg McCormack, and piano from the Revolution’s Lisa Coleman. This song’s a furious reminder of the stories behind the stories. “Do I remind you of what you lost? Do you hate, or do you lust? Do you despise or do you yearn to return back to the Motherland, back to the Garden, back to your Black Skin, back to the innocence, back to the shine you lost when you enslaved your kin?”
  • Iris Dement, “Workin’ On A World” – Iris Dement’s burst of productivity in the last few years has helped cement her as one of the best songwriters of my lifetime – already would have been assured if she only ever wrote “Our Town” and “Let the Mystery Be” – and this title track off her 2023 record was another stone classic. Co-produced with Richard Bennett (Steve Earle, Neil Diamond) and Pieta Brown, with a full horn section, and joy that knows it’s fed by pain and struggle. “I’m joining forces with the warriors of love who came before and will follow you and me. I get up in the morning knowing I’m privileged just to be working on a world I may never see.”
  • jaimie branch, “the mountain” – And we wrap with, as foretold, more jaimie branch. This gorgeous cover of the Meat Puppets; just her voice with Jason Ajemian’s voice and bass. “Coming down from the mountain, I have heard of the glory. I will go again someday, but for now, I’m coming down.”
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Best Of live music

Best of 2023 – Live Music

Small bar, two dark haired white men playing guitars, one singing, one light haired white man playing piano and singing, one light haired white man playing cowbell and dancing so hard he's blurry
The Little Rockers (from left, Phil Cogley (if I’m wrong there, someone please post), Quinn Fallon, Joe Peppercorn, Jason Winner)

This may sound like a joke to most people who know me, but this year, I really felt the strain of trying to juggle too much. Some of that stress resulted from differently demanding jobs – especially switching companies around Memorial Day. Some of that feeling was mental health, including the fact that a bout of COVID and a recurrence of gout both threw my gym habit, which I’d really enjoyed the last two years, off hard. I’ve got some strategies, and it’s all about iterative improvement/a feedback loop I’d been steadfastly ignoring; we’ll see if I can get to a more balanced place of being open to really enjoying everything I head out for and not being so goddam tired.

That whining out of the way; I’m so glad I have a habit of doing these every year because I saw an amazing array of stuff.  Narrowing this down to 20 was extremely hard – even with another 20 of the best sets I saw at a festival. I saw about 170 shows over 12 cities – though a few of those cities were only for festivals, like Knoxville for Big Ears or Memphis for Gonerfest. 

In no surprise, I was at Dick’s Den the most often, with 25 appearances, and I never saw any bullshit music there. It’s not only my clubhouse; it’s where our finest musicians feel comfortable stretching out, trying new things, and checking new players. Not only our jazz scene, but I feel safe saying Columbus’s entire cultural firmament would be poorer without the constantly rejuvenating energy of Dick’s.

Natalie’s Grandview was next up; I was there 11 times (with two more scheduled after this intro – hopefully after this post, but we’ll see how long this takes – but before the end of the year). Beyond the dazzling show that did make this list, it had the most sweated-over, where-does-this-go shows of any venue in town. In another year, the Robbie Fulks (first time with a full band in a few years), the Sadies (who killed me as a trio when I didn’t think I’d ever get used to them without Dallas Good), Sarah Borges/Eric Ambel (who brought my favorite set list they’ve ever done from two artists who’ve never made a bad record), and Chuck Prophet and the Mission Express (who sailed over what’s always a high bar when he’s in town) all would have made this list handily. 

And I want to take a second to shout out something Natalie’s does that I think is important: residencies. Beyond their legendary extension of Bobby Floyd’s Sundays (to which I’ve been an intermittent visitor since they were held at the Lobby on the east side), they’ve made space to give established and up-and-coming artists recurring weekly space on their more intimate Charlie’s Stage to bring guests, workshop new material, and remind us all just how deep the bench is of talent in this town. I saw stellar examples of this by Lydia Loveless, the duo of singer Sydney McSweeney and saxophone player Terrance Charles, Hammond B-3 players Jon Eshelman and Tony Monaco, and the trio version of alternate-universe harmony maestros The Randys, and easily missed half a dozen I wanted to make. My cultural life is richer through the efforts of Charlie and Natalie Jackson; every year, they double down on that.

Speaking of, I want to take a second to shout out fellow Grandview venue Woodlands Tavern: every time I made it out for Colin Gawel’s monthly residencies, I had a fantastic Sunday; more than once taking out-of-town pals, enjoying the guests he’d bring on, especially his rallying for both democracy in general and reproductive rights in specific with two Issue 2 shows before the two elections.

Cafe Bourbon Street either continues getting its groove back, or I continue getting my head out of my own ass and noticing. Every one of the six nights I spent there could have easily made this list; the one show that made the 20 not only still reverberates in my head but also was worth getting COVID again. Ace of Cups, I haven’t been to as often, but the subtle improvements in sound and the bar, while keeping some of the great staff and the overall ambiance, always make me feel good. I especially appreciate the carrying the torch for bigger community building or reinforcing events – the two-day 20th anniversary of Lost Weekend Records and the fundraiser for Arturo De Leon, headlined by the return of the New Bomb Turks; both made my heart swell.

Everything listed below is in Columbus unless otherwise stated; everything is in chronological order. All photographs are by me. When I list an opening act, it’s because that opener helped nudge the show onto this list.

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Rhiannon Giddens, standing, and Katherine McLin, playing violin, from the Promusica Chamber Orchestra
  • Meshell Ndegeocello (Blue Note, NYC, 01/12/2023) – I’ve been a fan of Ndegeocello since hearing Plantation Lullabies in High School, but I’d never seen her live, so a week at the Blue Note when I was in town for the constellation of APAP side events was a no-brainer. She augmented the already tight usual band with guitarist Jeff Parker and keyboardist Julius Rodriguez. She opened by saying, “It’s rainy outside; we’re going for a mood,” and held me in the palm of her hand as the band slid from silky looseness to snapping wire-tight at precisely the right moments, all hovering around her voice and guitar or keys. They previewed songs from the at-the-time-upcoming The Omnichord Real Book, dipped into the catalog, and sprinkled the 70-80 minute set with a handful of beautiful covers, including a smoky, slow-jam take on the ‘80s George Clinton classic Atomic Dog. Not the first show of the year I saw, but this definitely set a bar for everything that came after.
  • Promusica Chamber Orchestra with Rhiannon Giddens (Southern Theater, 01/19/2023) – One of my favorite contemporary singers since first hearing Carolina Chocolate Drops, my fandom of Rhiannon Giddens exploded after seeing her solo at one of my first couple of Big Ears festivals in the Bijou Theater. She captured the spectrum of American music in Columbus’s intimate historic theater, working alongside our Promusica Chamber Orchestra at Promusica’s annual fundraiser alongside her musical foil, Francesco Turrisi and upright bassist Jason Sypher. With soaring, nuanced string arrangements from Gabe Witcher (often a visitor to the Southern as a member of the Punch Brothers), she tore into classics like Nina Simone’s “Tomorrow is My Turn” and Gillian Welch’s “Factory Girl” along with originals like “At the Purchaser’s Option” with aplomb and that crystalline tone. Just breathtaking.
  • Teeth Marks/Cardiel/Garbage Greek (Rumba Cafe, 02/11/2023) – It’s no surprise Garbage Greek is the only band to make this list twice. They are my people and have been my favorite straight-up rock band since stripping down and woodshedding during COVID. They always bring it whether they’re coming as a three- or four-piece (Adam Scoppa’s percussion and backing vocals add fascinating textures when he’s available). They’ve brought a strain of harder rock to Rumba Cafe. They’re bringing bands that probably wouldn’t play here otherwise. This example turned me onto beautifully unhinged Mexico City two-piece Cardiel – who fused furious garage rock with acid-tinged improv and even the depth and richness of dub reggae – and local band Teeth Marks, who had an appealingly raw vibe that immediately added me to their list.
  • Columbus Jazz Orchestra with Maria Schneider (Southern Theater, 02/12/2023) – I love our Jazz Orchestra, but sometimes the rep isn’t right up my alley. Obviously, there were no such questions with Maria Schneider, who’s been at the forefront of modernizing the big band language for decades. Watching her conduct a set of her deathless compositions was my favorite example of seeing how the muscles of this band can flex, be delicate, and powerful in the same breath.  
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Yasmin Williams
  • Yo La Tengo (Beachland Ballroom, Cleveland, 03/22/2023) – Speaking of delicate and powerful, alternating and at the same time, Yo La Tengo might be the touring band I’ve seen most often over the years, but I’ve never seen a better two sets than they brought to one of my favorite venues in March. Highlights for me included an opening “Sinatra Drive Breakdown,” a breathtaking “Center of Gravity,” a dazzling “Sugarcube,” and an encore starting with a cover from underground Ohio heroes Electric Eels.
  • Yasmin Williams with Tarta Relena (Wexner Center, 03/28/2023) – I’d waited a long while for Yasmin Williams. Canceled at least twice due to COVID, another cancelation and a year wait after I’d interviewed her and written a preview. But this makeup date affirmed everything I love about her records, gave me my first taste of my current favorite acoustic guitarist live, and introduced me to the astonishing Spanish singing duo Tarta Relena. Hymns not bound to a specific tradition, resonating notes tearing rips into universes. Once again, an astonishing show from the Wexner Center that served as a palate cleanser/amuse bouche for the glorious buffet of Big Ears.
  • Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit with Amythyst Kiah (Andrew J. Brady Center, Cincinnati, 04/29/2023) – Maybe the last leg of Isbell’s touring with longtime bass foil Jimbo Hart in a new big room in Cincinnati I wasn’t familiar with before heading down, he and his crack band hit every stage of his career, from the song that introduced most of us to him as a writer, DBT’s “Outfit” through a solid helping of Southeastern songs in the year of its 10th anniversary, and every record since Southeastern rehabilitated his image, including an encore that paired the devastating “Cast Iron Skillet” off not-yet-released Weathervanes with early DBTs standout “Decoration Day.” And Amythyst Kiah and band killed a tight nine-song set heavy on her terrific record Wary and Strange but also sprinkled with hard-edged takes on classics like her set-closing bring-the-house-down take on Vera Hall’s “Trouble So Hard,” which she also appeared alongside Gregory Porter on Moby’s recent revisiting of his “Natural Blues” that introduced many of us to that through a sample.
  • Promusica Chamber Orchestra with Caroline Shaw (Southern Theater, 05/14/2023) – Promusica has been one of our cultural treasures for (barely) longer than I’ve been alive, and their 2022-23 season closer brought Caroline Shaw, one of my favorite contemporary composers, to town finally after originally being booked in 2020. Three pieces gave a taste of the scope of Shaw’s work as a writer and writer-performer – Blueprint for a String Quartet, Is a Rose, and Entr’acte for String Orchestra – and they paired this section with a gorgeous version of the first Brahms symphony which Shaw sat in on in the back of the violin section. It was a rapturous night. I couldn’t believe I was lucky enough to see it.
  • Jerry Powell Experience (Lalibela, 06/14/2023) – I was intrigued when, over lunch at a favorite Ethiopian spot in town, Lalibela, I saw a table card advertising that Jerry Powell III, one of our finest jazz drummers whom I hadn’t seen in a while, had a Wednesday residency in the restaurant’s bar. A stripped-down version of his band, accompanied only by a great keyboard player, took us on a journey in two sets: some standards, some more traditional “dinner music,” and some surging extended afrobeat jams. A reminder to be open to what’s in every corner of your town; I end up in the same venues a lot, and it’s not a bad thing; they’re places that are easy for me to get to from my home and from other venues, and that book a large number of shows that align with my tastes. But it’s always good to be reminded how much terrific shit is happening off that well-trod path.
  • Joe Peppercorn/Little Rockers/X-Rated Cowboys/Garbage Greek (Little Rock Bar, 06/21/2023) – Quinn Fallon’s Little Rock Bar has been a locus for multiple groups of my friends; I’ve made friendships there, and I’ve strengthened friendships. I’ve had some of the best nights of the last ten years at its bar or on its patio. Their annual celebration is right before Comfest, so getting some returning out-of-towners is always a delight, but this year was special. Everybody playing, all current or former employees of the bar, brought it. A beautiful solo Joe Peppercorn set. Pickup band Little Rockers’s blazing set included both a gorgeous take on the ‘Mats “Swinging Party” sung by Peppercorn and a killing “Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Man” sung by Patrick Koch. Koch’s own band, Garbage Greek, continued their streak of burning down everything in sight. And Fallon’s own X-Rated Cowboys, with a great record out this year, continued their evolution into a leaner, meaner, more colorful band than the one I started seeing over 20 years ago. A tribute to one of the shapes community takes and much of what I love about this town.
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Dave Alvin and Lisa Pankratz
  • Dave Alvin and the Guilty Ones (Natalie’s Grandview, 06/29/2023) – I got into Dave Alvin buying King of California when I was in High School. My fandom went into overdrive with the one-two punch of Hightone’s 1997 reissue of The Blasters’ debut album American Music and Alvin’s Blackjack David the next year (still one of my favorite singer-songwriter records of all time, and still a record I go to often, especially in the wee hours of the morning). I remember talking to Alec Wightman on the phone from my dorm room, getting tickets for the first time I saw Alvin at the Columbus Music Hall promoting Public Domain in 2000 – starting me down the road of following Zeppelin Productions, who I don’t think have had a year they didn’t make this list at least once since I started keeping track in college. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve seen Alvin over the years, at least 15, but – and I had a little trepidation given what I’d heard about his cancer battle recently – I don’t think I’ve ever heard him sing better, the richness of his voice almost knocked the drink out of my hand, and his guitar playing had a razor-cut crispness that more than made up for any minor losses in speed. Plus, he’s always had great bands. Still, this four-piece Guilty Ones was just perfection: Lisa Pankratz’s band-leading behind the drums as she elegantly worked every mood of the set, as good on a smoldering ballad like “King of California” as the gutbucket raunch of Big Bill Broonzy’s “You’ve Changed” and the soaring wistfulness of “Abilene.” Flexible and driving bass from Brad Fordham. And Alvin’s longtime guitar foil Chris Miller with harmonies and jousting, never too showy. Watching this, I was reminded of the purpose of a writer as a conduit for remembrance, for honoring moments that might not come back. In the American popular – whatever that means – music world, Alvin’s given us more shining examples of that mood, that form, than anyone else. He doled out many of my favorites in this show, reminding us that memory doesn’t have to be somber: the rave-up “Haley’s Comet,” the sexy-as-its-subject R&B of “Johnny Ace is Dead,” the Sam Cooke homage “Border Radio,” and the double-barreled reflections on youth and California “Dry River” and “Ashgrove.” A perfect night and a prime example of how good two guitars, bass and drums still sound. Anne and I decompressed, dissecting this in a bar a few blocks away, for hours.
  • Fred Moten/Brandon Lopez/Gerald Cleaver with Ingrid Laubrock/Cecilia Lopez (FourOneOne, NYC, 07/10/2023) and Big Joanie with Frida Kills (Baby’s All Right, NYC, 07/10/2023) – Once in a while, there’s a night that reminds me what enraptured me about Brooklyn in the first place. I was lucky enough to have a few of those nights this year. Maybe my favorite all-around started with a drink with Anne right off the Metropolitan Avenue L stop (following a long remote work day), dinner at still my favorite New York steak house St Anselm, jukeboxes and bar hopping down the street to a space I hadn’t made it to yet, FourOneOne for a set from one of my favorite saxophone players, Ingrid Laubrock, who Anne and I saw on one of our very first trips to the city together, in a mesmerizing duo with Cecilia Lopez on electronics, followed by one of my favorite writers and thinkers about music, Fred Moten, leading a burning rhythm section of Brandon Lopez and Gerald Cleaver. Then, with a debriefing drink on the walk back up the hill, saw righteous Brooklyn band Frida Kills open for UK powerhouse Big Joanie, who made one of my favorite rock records in a long time last year, turning out a packed house.
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Big Joanie
  • Soul Glo with MSPAINT (Ace of Cups, 07/20/2023) – Another band who made one of my favorite rock records from 2022, Philly’s Soul Glo, paired with one of my favorite Gonerfest discoveries from the last decade, Hattiesburg’s MSPAINT – I’m not sure there’s a lyric Anne quotes more often than “Destroy all the flags and the symbols of man!” – was obviously a can’t-miss pairing. So much better than I hoped. Hardcore’s always been a genre I admired more than loved, with some exceptions, but I generally love when a band uses those colors as a foundation and color with the rest of rock history. MSPAINT’s gnarled organ-trio crunch has taken on additional flexibility and suppleness, featuring more dynamics than the epic piledriver we first fell for but with the same wit and fury. And Soul Glo was every single thing I wanted in a rock and roll band: a rhythm section that knows when to swing and when to pummel, a slashing colorist of a guitarist, and a frontman I couldn’t stop watching—a magical combination and a show perfectly sized and pitched for Ace.
  • Oneida with DANA (Cafe Bourbon Street, 8/16/2023) – Pal Fred Pfening getting back into booking in 2023 was a phenomenal delight and the barn burning avalanche of Oneida was a show for the ages, dipping into some of their longer dance forms – their krautrock tendencies even blossoming into flowers blooming in disco trenches – with an opening set from DANA who get looser and more vibrant while holding their crown of best rock band in town.
  • Waco Brothers with Jon Langford and the Bright Shiners (Big Room Bar, 09/22/2023) – The last few times we’d been lucky enough to see Jon Langford, one of the iconic songwriters and singers going back to helping invent British post-punk with the Mekons, were at the fantastic Hogan House venue. We still had the pleasure of seeing PJ and Abbie, proprietors/bookers of Hogan House, and doing as much for music that wouldn’t come to this town otherwise as anybody I can think of, but it was a pleasure to see the Bright Shiners in a bar and the Wacos in a room where we could dance. Their own crackling songs like “The Man That God Forgot” and “This Town” holding their own with covers from the real rock and roll canon like “Teenage Kicks” and “All or Nothing” – the best rocking dance party of the year. 
  • Johnathan Blake Quintet (Village Vanguard, NYC, 10/12/2023) – On the heels of a phenomenal record (you’ll see some evidence on this year’s playlists), drummer and composer Johnathan Blake brought the power of a volcanic quintet – Dezron Douglas on bass, Dayna Stephens on sax, Fabian Almazan on piano, and Jalen Baker on vibes – for a perfect set that went from Horace Silver (maybe the best “Peace” I’ve ever heard) to his own new tunes to classics from his father Ralph Peterson, Jr. A night that reminded me why the Village Vanguard stays one of the best listening rooms in the world.
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Harlem Gospel Travelers, Eli “Paperboy” Reed, and band
  • Eli “Paperboy” Reed and the Harlem Gospel Travelers (Union Pool, NYC, 10/14/2023) – I don’t always love a repertory show, but this was exactly how you do it. Eli “Paperboy” Reed used his 40th birthday to pack out the Union Pool room and tear into one of my favorite records of all time, Sam Cooke’s Live at the Harlem Square Club 1963, and for the encore, instead of dipping into his own catalog, brought up the Harlem Gospel Travelers and did songs Cooke was doing in concert contemporaneously. He didn’t even dip into earlier, better-known Sam Cooke songs like “You Send Me.” It was a tribute to scholarship but also to sensual delight – the looseness and good time everyone had on stage and in the audience lit me up from the inside on a day that also included the production of Merrily We Roll Along that made my theater list and a return to century-old Brooklyn classic restaurant Bamonte’s, plus always killer DJing from legends like Mr. Finewine as a nightcap.
  • Lady Wray and 79.5 (Brooklyn Made, NYC, 10/15/2023) – I’ve been a fan of Lady Wray since “Make It Hot” and her co-writes/guest spots on Missy Elliot classics. And I’ve seen a few R&B hitmakers who transitioned to classic soul sounds over the years. But I’ve never seen one do it with the kind of grace and wit Wray did here, honoring her earlier life with a scorching “Make It Hot” about a third of the way through the set and devoting just as much energy and enthusiasm to the newer work. Finally, seeing the reigning Brooklyn disco band 79.5 was as much a selling point as the headliner. They didn’t disappoint – sweated so much from dancing that my blazer stuck to me from sweat when we finally tumbled into the chilly Brooklyn night.
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Lady Wray and band
  • Los Rumberos (Cafe Marula, Barcelona, 11/11/2023) – First trip to Spain, especially Barcelona, was more focused on food and art than music, but after a fantastic dinner, Anne found at Restaurante Informal – some of the best sea bass I’ve ever had – where we didn’t have a plan except not feeling like heading home immediately after, we stumbled into Mexican band Los Rumberos, not just playing rumbas but son, cumbia, vintage disco, reggae, in a ball of sweaty, kinetic energy. Blew me back against the bar.
  • Mulatu Astatke (Fernán Gómez Centro Cultural de la Villa, Madrid, 11/17/2023) – I loved those Ethiopiques compilations, and my favorite was the volume dedicated to percussionist Mulatu Astatke that came out when I was 18. So, seeing he was playing the first night we were in Madrid was a no-brainer. And at 79 years old, fronting a septet of much younger players, he astonished me. Slipping between marimba, timbales, congas, and electric piano, he guided the band like a wizard redirecting a river.
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Mulatu Astatke and Band

Festival Sets:

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Irreversible Entanglements
  • Winter Jazz Fest (NYC, Various Venues, January 2023)
    • New Standards Songbook
    • Irreversible Entanglements
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Scrawl
  • Lost Weekend Records Anniversary (Ace of Cups, February 2023)
    • Scrawl
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Lonnie Holley with Mourning [A] BLKStar
  • Big Ears (Knoxville, Various Venues, March 2023)
    • Lonnie Holley with Mourning [A] BLKStar
    • Terry Allen and the Panhandle Mystery Band
    • James Brandon Lewis
    • Trio Imagination
    • Staples Jr. Singers
    • The Jazz Bins
    • Rica Chicha
    • Peter One
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Amy Lavere
  • Twangfest (St Louis, Off Broadway/Tower Grove, June 2023)
    • Amy Lavere and Will Sexton (Tower Grove Farmer’s Market)
    • Paranoid Style
  • Summer Solstice (Cleveland Museum of Art, Cleveland, June 2023)
    • Barzuto All Stars
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King Louie Memorial Family Band
  • Gonerfest (Memphis, Railgarten, September 2023)
    • Alien Nosejob
    • Virvon Varvon
    • COFFIN
    • Civic
    • King Louie Memorial Family Band
    • The Courettes
Light skinned woman singing and playing percussion, light skinned man playing drums, light skinned man playing banjo
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Playlist – June 2023

Active participant in a lot of great stuff this month – as always in Anne’s birthday month – but also did a lot of struggling, feeling like I was mired in my own muck. Shorter blurbs and extremely late this time. I thought about taking my once or twice-a-year mulligan and just putting the playlist out, but when I looked back at it, there were several things I really wanted to give the handshake for. Thanks for reading and listening; I love and appreciate you all.

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  • Jaimie Branch, “take over the world” – I don’t think I have words for how happy I am the new music Jaimie Branch spoke about when I interviewed her, at least a slice of it, is coming out on the posthumous album Fly or Die Fly or Die Fly or Die (world war). This first taste is a spiky anthem, a fireball; Chad Taylor’s roiling drums lead us on this journey that makes tears spring to my eyes and also pump my fist: the best and rarest of combos. “Gonna, gonna, gonna, take over the world… take it back to the love.”
  • Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit, “When We Were Close” – Jason Isbell pivots slightly on this one. As I talked about to old friend and mentor Rich Dansky, Weathervanes (as a whole) feels less like the strobe-and-neon gut punches of Reunions and The Nashville Sound and more like a widescreen version of the interiority he sharpened to a fine point on Something More than Free. I don’t think there’s a weak song on the album, but this song about his friendship with Justin Townes Earle hit me at a moment I was primed to think about dead friends and relationships I didn’t care for like I should have – particularly someone who I wasn’t very close to, but I always liked, and we’d been in the same circles for years; RIP Blair Hook, and so many other pals, comrades, and acquaintances. “Got a picture of you dying in your mind, with some ghosts you couldn’t bear to leave behind – but I can hear your voice ring as you snap another B string and finish out the set with only five. And for a minute there, you’re still alive.”
  • MeShell Ndegeocello featuring Jeff Parker, “ASR” – I put an early single on this playlist a couple of months ago but having lived with The Omnichord Real Book in its entirety for a little while, it might be her finest record – saying something, from one of the finest singers/songwriters/bandleaders of my lifetime. I saw her perform this track live at the Blue Note in January, with featured guest Jeff Parker sitting in, and it was a highlight in a set bulging at the seams with highlights. The hypnotic, trance-like groove, the backing vocals curling like smoke, the subtle, beckoning, judging lead vocal, and the shattered-glass ribbons of Parker’s guitar… everything here is perfect. “Can’t get back the time you wasted, you wasted.”
  • Kassi Valazza, “Room in the City” – Another facet in the prism of that feeling I’m grappling with, a sense of loneliness but also gratitude for making it to the other side, from a Portland singer-songwriter I wasn’t familiar with before this terrific record Knows Nothing. Her voice reminds me of British folk and the New Weird America scene I loved so much, and subtle touches on the arrangement – a mournful moan that could be a harmonica or a harmonium, shards of piano, a soaring steel guitar toward the end of the track – reinforce and subvert the buttery closeness of the vocal. “Shadow mountains and the pale green rivers drifting in and out of windy highway sounds. Copper colors and some lonely search for meaning keep me coming back and turning right around.”
  • Loraine James, “2003” – I got into London-based composer Loraine James with last year’s breathtaking Julius Eastman homage Building Something Beautiful For Me and this advance taste of her upcoming record for Hyperdub points me in the direction of another of my top albums of the year. Hazy, humid, and rich, speckled with rough, acerbic textures and an aching vocal bobbing up and down in the beautiful haze. “So much confusion, came up with many conclusions.”
  • Monophonics featuring Kendra Morris, “Untitled Visions” – I still miss those days Monophonics came through town regularly (a powerful dance party at Brothers Drake Meadery sticks out), but I’m overjoyed to see them getting bigger success with some slight tweaks to the formula. The crisp drums and trademark horn stabs sound gorgeous on this track around Kendra Morris’ warm breeze of a vocal. “I close my eyes and turn up my dreams.”
  • Don Toliver featuring Lil Durk and GloRilla, “Leave the Club” – Houston-based soul singer Don Toliver teams up with rappers Lil Durk and GloRilla for this instant-classic ode to finding something to go home with at closing time (or earlier). The shifts in tempo and intensity keep the song from getting monochromatic, along with the varying tonal qualities of their voices – when GloRilla appears with the best one-liners in the song, it feels like the lights in the club shifted right after a perfect but ill-advised shot of tequila – but these points of interest don’t disrupt the innate, butterscotchy smoothness. “Bet up on my Rosé, and I’m ’bout to leave the section. See me after hours; I left the club with extras. Speedin’ down that highway, it’s lookin’ kinda reckless.”
  • Slighter, “Have No Fear (Dark Rave Mix) – This is very much the kind of music I’d have been dancing to back in the days I identified with the subject matter of the previous song, a thick layer of industrial sounds and lugubrious, squelchy bass welded to a pumping dancefloor groove. I wasn’t familiar with this LA artist, but somehow the algorithm knew this would scratch an itch in my brain, light up some neurons I hadn’t given credit to in maybe too long. The original mix is great but hearing this dark rave mix brought up a purging of sweet nostalgia with light and gratitude.
  • Kassa Overall featuring Laura Mvula and Francis and the Lights, “So Happy” – I first encountered Kassa Overall in his jazz drummer guise, playing in a trio with John Hebert and Peter Evans at the Jazz Gallery, and was immediately a fan, but I love the way his records get harder to classify and more all-encompassing, widening the scope of his subject material while sharpening his own idiosyncratic viewpoint. This standout from his excellent Animals links him up with the great British R&B singer Laura Mvula and synthpop mastermind Francis and the Lights for an infectious, bouncing, cracked hip-hop track that might be my song of the summer. “What if you were chosen but, full of fear, you were frozen? My life almost brought to a close in the fight to get open.”
  • The Freedom Affair, “Make Me Surrender (Instrumental)” – I got to Twangfest too late to catch Kansas City’s The Freedom Affair, but so many of my friends raved so hard about this soul band I had to check out 2021’s Freedom is Love, and immediately fell hard for it. This year’s instrumental version has been one of my prime soundtracks for this sticky, muggy season and keeps paying dividends.
  • Kieran Hebden and William Tyler, “Darkness, Darkness” – I saw Kieran Hebden a few times over the years, mostly in his Four Tet guise in the early 2000s, and a couple of those performances blew my mind the same way his first three records cracked it open, and this pastoral collaboration with searching guitarist William Tyler is just gorgeous, one of my favorite recent records to smoke a cigar on the porch or free write to. The loping groove organically appears here like a sunrise over a Kandinsky landscape, like an aubade.
  • Wolf Eyes, “Engaged Withdrawal” – Wolf Eyes, being from Michigan and getting more mainstream media traction, cast a huge shadow on the scene here in Columbus, playing shows and collaborating with friends of mine. For a few years, I lost track, they were mostly self-releasing, not touring as much, but everything I’ve heard since they popped back on my radar has been excellent, and this new record, Dreams in Splattered Lines, is another high point. This heaving miniature, using overlapping repetition, working these tiny cells and nuances to evoke coiled dread  but also a sense of being present, is a prime example of the pleasures within.
  • Sam Butler, “I. At Night, And Then Upon Waking” – Indiana-based trumpeter/composer Sam Butler made a remarkably assured debut album with Folklore and I think this is a cinematic highlight. It makes excellent use of a tight band comprised of people I was already a fan of, like Greg Ward on alto (Mike Reed, Ernest Dawkins, Hamid Drake) and Kenny Phelps (Pharez Whited) on drums, and names new to me like tenor player Garrett Fasig.
  • Ben Wendel featuring Elena Pinderhughes, “Speak Joy” – Ben Wendel from Kneebody and so much else has released one record after another that document expanding ambition and deeper clarity at the same time, and All One is another step forward. Lush layering of Wendel’s saxophone on this original is contrasted by the warm breeze of Elena Pinderhughes’ flute and alto flute.
  • David Garland, “String Flow 1, Part 2 The Fourth” – I first became a David Garland fan through his richly orchestrated, idiosyncratic songs that used their esoteric qualities to drive a knife deep into my chest (that run from Togetherness through my favorite Noise in You is well overdue for a re-evaluation). I didn’t know his “pure” chamber music until more recently. This track from his rapturous new one, Flowering Flows, pours harmony over drones like honey.
  • Gia Margaret, “City Song” – Songwriter-singer-pianist Gia Margaret’s Romantic Piano fuses her songwriter impulses and “pure” composition tendencies as well as any record I can think of in recent memory. The chords and the field recording atmospherics flow into one another and illuminate the soft, dramatic power of her voice. “In flashback, I saw you with so much to tell; the revolving doors hit in a tentative spell, and the birds still fly. I stay up all night.”
  • Henry Threadgill Ensemble, “Movement II” – I didn’t think I could love a Henry Threadgill album without his inimitable saxophone sound on it. But The Other One, a long-form piece Of Valence inspired by Milford Graves, gives me most of the pleasures I’m expecting and also lets me hear facets of his compositional voice in a way that’s so beautifully surprising. Many of his longtime collaborators – including Jose Davila on tuba, David Virelles on piano – do beautiful justice to this thorny, nuanced work.
  • Curtis J. Stewart, “Adagio from Johannes Brahms Violin Sonata No 1 Op 78 (We are going to be OK)” – Violinist-singer Curtis Stewart’s, founder of PUBLIQuartet, Of Love, is intended as a requiem/tribute to his mother and it’s as wrenching and beautiful as that can imply, a record that I sank into immediately and I’m still swimming inside it, as full of love as it is of mystery. Here, Stewart slips the mantra “We are going to be OK” between the lines of this gorgeous Brahms adagio, his violin raining down over clattering synthesized drum beats. A highlight in a record without any weak links.
  • Maisie Peters, “Lost the Breakup” – This song from English singer-songwriter Maisie Peters (whose first record completely blew past me) opens with a shimmering, slicing violin (or a keyboard I’m mistaking for strings) that links it to the sound world of the last few tracks before blooming into an infectious pop kiss-off. “But for now, I’m out in the dust. Oh, is she just like me? Yeah, I reckon you’ve got two types: Country and Western.”
  • Flo featuring Missy Elliott, “Fly Girl” – This boisterous, finely tuned summer smash takes Missy Elliott’s “Work It” – “If you a fly girl, get your nails done, get a pedicure, get your hair did” – and applies a chromed-out, hyper-modern singing-rapping cadence that winks at Elliott’s groundbreaking fusion of the two in her own writing and singing style while bringing it up today, wtih the great Miss.E rocking a verse that proves she’s still paying attention and can keep up with anyone.”Oh babe, might leave you waiting all day, cause these material things are not enough to make me stay.”
  • Lunchbox, “Feel Things” – This standout from New York rapper Lunchbox’s new record New Jazz, with an ominous, lurching beat from Amir.pr0d, is one of the best musical representations I’ve ever heard of the simultaneous desire to feel as much as we can, soak up as much of life, but numb it at the same time, so many of us struggle with. “All this codeine, I can’t feel shit; shit ain’t real; it’s deceiving. We be on top of the building – what the fuck is a ceiling?”
  • Ari LaShell, “Get Down” – Singer-songwriter Ari LaShell’s debut album AWH is a fountain of ideas and power. This track combines her vintage neo-soul vocal delivery with a big post-disco bass line and hard club drums, using repetition as an invitation and a distancing mechanism. “Can you rock with me now?”
  • YoungBoy Never Broke Again, “Dirty Thug” – Baton Rouge rapper YoungBoy Never Broke Again puts out so much material I can’t even hope to keep track, but every time I check in, I’m glad I did. This skin-flaying confessional rides on one of his signature gorgeous melodies with a thumping, insistent beat. “On the dance floor with the devil, can you come take over for him, please? I said, ‘Can you come step in and dance with me?’ Off-white, money coming in left and right, you the last thing that make me complete. I take these drugs with no party. I told that girl I was sorry. I’ m on my shit, oh, now, pardon me. I saw some shit, sad, and it scarred me.”
  • Rodeo Boys, “Tidal Wave” – The fusion of twang and grunge this terrific Lansing quartet brings reminded me of Columbus in the ’90s in all the best ways but the out-in-front queer lyrical perspective and the wide net they cast for sounds and influences plants them firmly in the moment. Had a hard time picking a track, Home Movies is so consistent and so beautifully relentless.
  • Gut Health, “The Recipe” – I’m an unabashed fan of the current wave of rock coming from Melbourne, and this invigorating five piece led by Anhina Uh Oh sums up so much of what I love about that scene: barbed hooks, punchy rhythms, stinging guitars. “Delta of faux! Iridescent! No enemies, real energy.”
  • Nia Archives, “Off Wiv Ya Headz” – London-based producer Nia Archives takes the A-Trak remix of the Yeah Yeah Yeahs rager “Off With Your Head” – already a track that I still put on more party playlists than not, and have on my gym mix – as raw material for this expansive, pounding post-jungle rework. Reminds me of everything I loved about jungle and drum ‘n’ bass and the pure catharsis of dancing.
  • Godflesh, “You Are the Judge, the Jury, and the Executioner” – Godflesh was my entryway into Justin Broadrick’s musical world as a young teenager – and I’ve had my brain melted by live sets by The Bug and Zonal over the years – so I’ve been overjoyed that the comeback Godflesh records since 2014 have lived up to the quality of that impeccable original run, each one getting better. This closing track on the excellent Purge is volcanic, cathartic, and introspective at the same time. As good a fiery riff as I’ve heard in many years and a crunching, unstoppable groove. “The sane, the just, the righteous. We fall. Again.”
  • Boris, “Heavy Friends” – The repetition underpinning the righteous ZZ Top worthy riff from this newest salvo from Japanese power trio Boris, for me, ties together some of the last several items, connectiing Decisive Pink to Godflesh, but even if those connections don’t work for you, this fucking smokes.
  • Serroge, “Damascus” – I believe I found out about this St Louis-based rapper from a random post-Twangfest conversation with someone at the Irish bar down the street from Off-Broadway, and it’s been one of my favorite finds of the year. “I’ve been serving two masters. “I just got multiple packs ’cause I’ve been serving two masters. The truth of the situation: I was blind. Paul on the road to Damascus.”
  • Statik Selektah featuring Posdnous, “Round Trip (For Dave)” – Producer Statik Selektah’s sprawling Round Trip album is packed with pleasures but my immediate favorite was this collaboration with Posdnous in tribute to Pos’s longtime De La Soul compatriot Dave “Trugoy the Dove” Jollicoeur, rippling with horns and piano stabs. “Bittersweet blessings, condolences and congrats in the same sentence while my life learns the lesson. I cry quiet so the knot in my chest is hard to untie, but thankfully the heart keeps pressing.”
  • Vada Azeem, “ABUELA” – Columbus-based Vada Azeem caught my ear with early work as L.e. for the Uncool he continues to impress me. This gorgeous track remembering his grandmother and also a friend who died too young is a horn-drenched standout on his consistently strong We Forgot God Was Working. “I remember what my Grandma told a little me, my eyes full of glee: ‘Stay focused, child, always tie your camel to a tree.'”
  • Lorqa and Synead, “Mirrors” – New York based producer Lorqa and vocalist Synead teamed up for this subtle, icy tune that feels like a perfect tonic for the muggy, suffocating air at the moment and I bet will sound just as good to leaves and snow falling through streetlamps. “Out of bed; muddy boots and I’m still hungover. Clocks are useless, where the time go? Now I see why floating mirrors whisper. All these mirrors are telling you ‘Come on, flow right over.'”
  • Decisive Pink, “Cosmic Dancer” – This collaboration between Angel Deradoorian and Kate NV uses shiny textures to complicate its message, to enhance the mystery, instead of glossing over it – the synth textures tied it in my mind to the previous few tracks but the repetition and the sense of interlocking cells also ties it to Philip Glass but with a heavy dollop of dancefloor charm. “The archer’s bow points out the way to my newest escapade. What lies beyond in the unknown charade?”
  • Gerald Cleaver, “A Marcha Para Baixo” – Long one of my favorite drummers in jazz – a title he handily defended when Anne and I saw him playing with the poet Fred Moten on my last trip to New York – Cleaver’s also been putting out really interesting electronic music, and his new record in that vein 22/23 brings in everything he’s interested in, like the nod to Brazilian music here with sounds that bear faint traces of classic Deodato and David Axelrod, while still flexing his Detroit roots.
  • Wild Up, “If You’re So Smart, Why Aren’t You Rich?” – One of my favorite Julius Eastman pieces gets a luminous reading from the collective Wild Up. who also did the astonishing rediscovery of his piece Feminine. The sledgehammer to the chest of those massed horns and ice knife-wielding indictment of the vocals have never been clearer or more powerful.
  • Orrin Evans, “The Red Door” – This title track to another can’t-miss record by one of my favorite pianists and composers finds Evans assembling a world-beating quintet of Nicholas Payton on trumpet, Gary Thomas on tenor, Robert Hurst on bass, and Marvin “Smitty” Smitt on drums. The empathy on those pulsing, enticing sunlight heads and the intriguing everything-pulling-apart sections shine. Jazz you can snap your fingers to and get lost in.
  • Adeem the Artist, “Fervent For the Hunger” – Still hoping Adeem the Artist rides the wave of more-than-deserved hype to tour somewhere near here as I missed their (by all accounts, excellent) hometown shows during Big Ears. This new song continues the volcanic, ferocious compassion they brought to White Trash Revelry and makes it a natural singalong. “And I’m a holy ghost, lamp post, poet of sorts. A rain drop, machine shop, radio source surtured with lip gloss and hot sauce, indian summers. Just a kid with mixed up head, fervent for the hunger.”
  • Eilen Jewell, “Could You Would You” – I’ve been a fan of Eilen Jewell since Alec Wightman first brought her to town for one of his Zeppelin shows, and every record reveals new layers, new reasons to be enraptured. This standout from her excellent Get Behind the Wheel works in that Roy Orbison/Chrissy Hynde swinging stop mode she does better than anyone else right now, making the chorus “Could you love me like I love you?” a flirtatious, poison-dipped dagger of a challenge.
  • Ashley Ray featuring Ruston Kelly, “Break My Heart” – From the first swoop of pedal steel, Ashley Ray plants her flag in a deep river of trad country balladry, every line perfectly enunciated and stretched out juuuust enough, with Ruston Kelly as a devastating foil. “I just thought that you should know I’ve got a little ways to go. I’m a wild horse at the rodeo, but I think you could take her. If you don’t break my heart, honey, somebody else will. You’ve got a deadly charm, I’ve got nothing but time to kill.”
  • Brennen Leigh, “The Bar Should Say Thanks” – A less smooth, honky-tonk brand of country gets an ideal champion in Brennen Leigh, maybe the artist I kick myself most for missing this year when she played Natalie’s with Kelly Willis. The defiance and longing in her voice recalls vintage crying in your beer Merle Haggard and the fiddle-driven blurry waltz paints an entire world. “Don’t they remember each closing time, whose tab is always open? Who can they count on to hold the hand of a friend who’s barely coping? Who’s the queen of rehashing her hard knocks? Who drops all of their cash in the jukebox when I could have been putting it in the bank? The bar should say thanks.”
  • Madison McFerrin, “(Please Don’t) Leave Me Now” – A slightly different stripe of instant last call classic with this highlight off Madison McFerrin’s excellent debut album I Hope You Can Forgive Me. Subtle, introspective disco that makes me regret even more missing her when she came through Rambling House; I’m damn sure the next time will be someplace much larger. “What is all forgiven when it’s said and done? Could it be we’re livin’ all wrong?”
  • New Twenty Saints, “Ghosting” – I was turned onto this Detroit band by my fellow Pencilstorm contributor Jeremy Porter, and they’re exactly the kind of bar room midwestern/Great Lakes region rock I have a soft spot for, done really well. They’re high on my list to check for next time I’m up north. “I’m always doing time. You show your cards when you can’t show signs.”
  • Bettye LaVette featuring Ray Parker Jr. and Jon Batiste, “Mess About It” – If soul legend Bettye LaVette had just made the same record over and over, I’d probably still lap them up: she’s got one of the signature voices of her generation, and it just gets richer and more fascinating with time. But it’s to her credit she keeps searching, keeps working in different modes with different concepts, trusting whatever she takes on will always be her. The new one, LaVette! teams her with southern rock songwriter Randall Bramblett who came up in similar ’70s trenches, and it’s front-to-back magic. This track in particular, with the great Ray Parker Jr. adding his signature guitar alongside fellow guest, keyboardist Jon Batiste, is a classic slice of funky urban soul. “When you’re burning daylight, and you’re almost home, little things can wind their way inside of you. And your smile gets stolen by the fading sun; got a strange hold on the steering wheel.”
  • Joy Oladokun, “Changes” – With every record, singer-songwriter Joy Oladokun’s work gets stronger, deeper, and more herself. Proof of Life, her second for Verve Forecast, might be her first masterpiece. This burnished, ingratiating tune with a vocal that’s immediate but unfolds with attention is co-written and produced with Dan Wilson and features Wilson on harmonium, with Oladokun adding that pulsing bass line and ukulele part and a warm breeze of a saxophone part from Alex Budman (Clare Fischer, Mavis Staples, D’Angelo). “Was a baby during the LA riots, and I’ve seen cities burn again. Cried for the innocent a thousand times, and people still don’t understand what it’s like to hope again and again, knowing the heartache’s gonna be there till the end.”
  • Keturah, “Nchiwewe (Ode to Willie Nelson)” – The eponymous debut album from Malawian singer-songwriter Keturah stunned me the minute I heard it and is still revealing pleasures and secrets to me. This tribute to Willie Nelson stands alongside Miles Davis’, showing the reach and power of Nelson’s work and the connections between a global artistic community.
  • Jerry David DeCicca, “New Shadows” – Even in the Black Swans, who I loved, Jerry DeCicca was always finding new facets, new contexts for his voice without ever chasing trends or doing anything cavalierly. This first single and title track of DeCicca’s forthcoming record expands the palette of his sonic world further than anything other than his collaboration with Mike Shiflet (which I love) and uses guest stars like guitarist Jeff Parker and baritone sax player Steve Berlin beautifully. As with the last several of these playlists, I like to end with a prayer, and DeCicca’s music has always had meditative, medicinal qualities for me, never more than the holy house of mirrors he builds here. I always look forward to a new record from him, but this taste made this my most anticipated record of the year. Thank you all for listening and reading. “The sun went down and the night got big, so I crawl into the hole I dig.”
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Playlist – March 2023

Crawling back from a crazy couple of months of frenzied activity and trying to find a little more of a balance. Have a couple of plans to get next month’s out earlier; we’ll see how successful I am. The month off did remind me how much I enjoy doing these, not only compiling the songs but finding something to say about them, and made me recommit to doing it every month.

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  • Willie Nelson, “Excuse Me (I Think I’ve Got a Heartache)” – Willie Nelson’s record-length dives into the catalog of specific songwriters are among my favorite items in his wide-ranging oeuvre – I still play his songs of Cindy Walker more than any other record he’s put out in the 20+ years since – and I Don’t Know a Thing About Love, his look at the songs of the great Harlan Howard, is another winner. I grew up with the original Buck Owens version of this but I had fewer loving associations than most of the songs Nelson does here, this one didn’t live in my blood the same way as “Busted” or “Life Turned Her That Way” do, and it let me sink into this arrangement, trading in sly barstool wisdom for the punchy churn of Owens and his Buckaroos, like getting into a bubble bath, especially the interweaving of Mike Johnson’s steel and Jim “Moose” Brown’s keys.
  • Les Mamans du Congo & Rrobin, “Dia” – Mama Glad (Gladys Samba), Bantu singer/songwriter/rapper teams up again with beatmaker and label owner Rrobin for an infectious song that swirls like light as the the golden hour starts to fade. The call and response dancing over minimal keyboard bass and arrangements that are exactly the right kind of busy keep me coming back to this over and over.
  • Kali Uchis, “Happy Now” – Kali Uchis’ Red Moon in Venus is my favorite R&B record so far this year, a kaleidoscope of moods, featuring songwriting that alternately dazzles me with its intricate, beautiful structures, and slaps me in the face at the right time. This final track, co-written with and produced by Sounwave, DJ Khalil, and Mndsgn, was an early contender for favorite song and while that feeling shifts almost daily – the sign of a record I love – it’s still high in the running. “Cosmic conditions conspired against us. ‘Cause you and me, we got chemistry, but what’s with our timing? Guess it’s better we never rushed; our spark turned to flames.”
  • Ari Joshua, “Fresh” – Guitarist Ari Joshua convenes a fantastic Pacific Northwester soul-jazz/funk collective for this killing single, with Skerik (everybody from Mark Eitzel to Bobby Previte to Charlie Hunter to Wayne Horvitz) on tenor and 2/3 of the Delvon Lamarr Organ Trio, Lamarr on organ and Grant Schroff (Polyrhythmics). Not an ounce of fat here but all indications point to them taking it into outer space when they do it live.
  • Daddy Long Legs, “Silver Satin” – I loved Daddy Long Legs from those first couple of singles – and I was already pre-disposed since I’d been a big fan of drummer Josh Styles’ DJ sets so knew how good his taste in grooves was – and they cemented that love the first time I saw them open for and back cracked-perspective R&B great T. Valentine at the (RIP) Lakeside Lounge. The last time I saw them, at Rumba right before the pandemic, they had turned up the ’60s Stones/Northern Soul colors in their palette, and that technicolor finger-snapping gets more vibrant and greasy on their front-to-back great Street Sermons. “At the bottom of a bottle of Jack o’ Diamonds, I lost my head and woke up in Coney Island.”
  • Gina Birch, “I Play My Bass Loud” – The solo debut of Raincoats bassist Gina Birch was everything I wanted it to be, and this title track exemplifies everything I love about it. An oozing rhythm with a bass line I couldn’t shake if I wanted to and a vocal bulging with elastic declamations. “Turn up the volume. I raise my window high. I paint the sky red: it’s getting darker, it’s getting deeper. Red streaks across the sky. Are you ready for this?”
  • Gee Tee, “Cell Damage” – Goner Records (and their live arm, Gonerfest) has always had a particularly good line on great new rock music from Australiza and New Zealand, and this NZ band followed a stunning Gonerfest set last year with one of my favorite noisy garage-punk records in a long time, Goodnight, Neanderthal. This under-two-minutes blast is representative of a record I don’t skip anything on, with vocals drowning in heat mirage lines, washes of fuzzed-out guitar and riding a wave of acid trip synth, steering around the cymbals.
  • Tee Vee Repairman, “Drownin'” – Ishka Edmeades, Gee Tee member, steps out on his own with the soulful freakouts of stellar full-lenght What’s On TV?. Wearing his Devo influence on his sleeve, this struck me as a heartache-drenched sweet spot between Gentleman Jesse’s powerpop and Hunx and his Punx doo-wop stomps. “I’ve been waiting at the station, just don’t know what to do. I was drowning in you.”
  • Yaeji, “Done (Let’s Get It)” – Brooklyn-based Yaeji’s With a Hammer is the first example in years of the kind of warm dance music I was so drawn to – but rarely admitted, openly embracing the harder-edged drum and bass and jungle – in my early 20s. Influenced by classic house, riding on waves of squelching bass and drums full of a writhing-on-the-floor clack but with subtly R&B-flavored vocals in both English and Korean.
  • OkoNski, “Song For My Sister’s Son” – Steve Okonski, who started as a classically trained pianist then became known to the wider world through his affiliation with soul acts Durand Jones and the Indications and Aaron Frazer, stepped into his own with a gorgeous piano trio album (featuring Frazer on drums and Michael Isvara “Ish” Montgomery on bass) that feels to me like it occupies a similar warm, hazy sunrise sonic space as the Yaeji that immediately preceded it.
  • Ingrid Laubrock, “Delusions” – A little more abrasive than the tracks but with a similar internal landscape writ large intensity. One of my favorite saxophone players, Ingrid Laubrock assembles a stunning sextet on her new record The Last Quiet Place of partner Tom Rainey on drums, Michael Formanek on bass, Brandon Seabrook on guitar, Tomeka Reid on cello, and Mazz Swift on violin.
  • Liv.e, “RESET!” – Dallas’s Liv.e plays with moods in a similar way – to my ears – as the previous couple of tracks, digging into R&B history as much as it feels like she’s excavating her own past, her own history of victories and trauma. “Chop my head off, I wanna roll my eyes back. Don’t wanna see what time sent. Don’t wanna know what’s coming next.”
  • Chlöe, “Make it Look Easy” – Chlöe, best known as part of Chloe x Halle, delivered a remarkable, stripped-down record with In Pieces, and while it’s still revealing itself to me, this is an early front runner for my favorite song from the album. From the opening invocation “No matter how many times I break, I pull myself together. Every damn time,” I’m enraptured, and the slow-drag groove with samples around the fingersnaps that feel like dancing ghosts being beckoned, never disappoints me.
  • 6LACK, “Inwood HIll Park” – I got turned onto 6LACK from old friend and co-worker Cassie Schutt and I was immediately a sucker for his laid back, almost deceptively not-giving-a-fuck conversation cadence and low rumble. Since I Have a Lover is another peak, another refinement, a polishing of exactly what he does so well, the space he’s carved out in contemporary hip-hop. “Can’t you see that I’ve been hostile for weeks? Don’t you know you change the patterns of my sleep?”
  • Superviolet, “Overrater” – I was a big fan of Columbus band Sidekicks, one of my favorite pop-punk bands finding new textures and voices in a genre I’d long since lost interest in. But it was a pleasant surprise to hear leader Steven Ciolek emerge with this project, sun-dappled bursting-at-the-seams folk rock produced by Saintseneca’s Zac Little. The similar sense of “Man, I’m just telling you a story ,” and the subtle but right arrangement felt like it created a commonality with the earlier two songs on the playlist. “Well, in a van in headphones is the last way I want to die; just because we’re losers doesn’t mean that we won’t try. So call up Felicia, call up Matt, tell them to craft the plan: surprise release the sixth album as the greatest rock and roll band.
  • boygenius, “Not Strong Enough” – I like the work of Phoebe Bridgers, Lucy Dacus, and Julien Baker, a great deal individually but the boygenius collaboration took until this full length, The Record, to hit me as strongly. The guitar stabs and swirling harmonies in this record send me into space and back into myself at the same time, balancing the intimate and high drama with assured hands. “The way I am not strong enough to be your man – I lied, I am just lowering your expectations.”
  • Kendrick Scott, “A Voice Through the Door” – Drummer-composer Kendrick Scott strips down the approach of his last couple of records to a tight trio with saxophonist Walter Smith III and bassist Reuben Rogers for Corridors. This mesmerizing track opens with a solo smith improvisation before a wash of cymbals announces the rest of the trio. One of the great mood pieces being written today, played by musicians with a careful and rare empathy.
  • Meshell Ndegeocello featuring Brandee Younger and Julius Rodriguez, “Virgo” – I’d been a fan of singer-songwriter Meshell Ndegeocello since first hearing her work as a kid, but a breathtaking set at Manhattan’s Blue Note with a stacked cast of collaborators including Tortoise’s Jeff Parker and Rodriguez who also features on this track, brought that love back to the forefront of my brain. This first taste of The Omnichord Real Book has me hungry for more, with a cut-by-a-razor funk drum pattern and guitar riff dancing between the deep groove of moog bass and the exquisite tinsel-rain of Brandee Younger’s harp. “I’m ascending faster than the speed of light to sweet nothingness.”
  • Connections, “Bird Has Flown” – Columbus’s supergroup of rock-and-roll lifers Connections came out of a few years of uncertainty with their strongest album yet, Cool Change, and this is among my favorite tracks from it, with an anthemic shouting call-and-response vocal and soaring guitar and keyboard solos over the kind of choppy groove they do better than any Columbus rock band in years – maybe since leader Andy Hempel and guitarist Kevin Elliott’s last band, 84 Nash.
  • The New Pornographers, “Pontius Pilate’s Home Movies” – Canadian collective New Pornographers return with a rock-solid collection of their cracked songs and infectious melodies. AC Newman and Neko Case’s sly back and forth on this lovely admonition and the pulse of the band remind me exactly what I always loved about this band. “Now you’re clearing the room, like Pontius Pilate, when he showed all his home movies. All his friends yelling, ‘Pilate, too soon!'”
  • The Necks, “Imprinting” – Australian piano trio The Necks have never made a bad album. Every time they come together, they dig deeper into their shared language, into the space they’ve carved at the intersection of post-minimalism chamber music and contemporary improvisation, and this is another winner.
  • Missy Mazzoli, “Dark With Excessive Bright” – I’ve been a fan of Missy Mazzoli’s compositions since first hearing her ensemble Victoire, through a series of great new chamber records from people like Nadia Sirota, yMusic, Now Ensemble, where she almost always penned my favorite tracks, on through an excellent series of operas where she drags that form into the 21st century by the scruff of its neck. This new record of which this is the title track, is an ideal introduction to her work and this concerto for violin and string orchestra featuring soloist Peter Herresthal might be my favorite piece of hers yet.
  • Josephine Foster, “Haunted House” – A new Josephine Foster record is always a cause for celebration in my corner of the world and her new coiled, mysterious Domestic Sphere is everything I could have hoped, with this devastating seismic read on the heartbeat of a character and the world, as one of many chilling salvos. “I am a haunted house. There is no light in me. Your candle is gone out; my windows, they are empty. There is nothing on earth that isn’t poison to me.”
  • Dave Douglas and Elan Mehler, “We Saw You Off” – Trumpeter Dave Douglas’s ranging curiosity, lit by a love for the world, is a perpetual inspiration to me. This collaboration with pianist Elan Mehler sets haiku to new musical settings, sung by Dominique Eade. This setting of a Saigyō piece grabbed me early and hasn’t let go since. “We saw you off / And returning through the fields / I thought morning dew / Had wet my sleeves / But it was tears.”
  • Mark Lomax II featuring Scott Woods, “Ho’oponopono” – I’ve raved about Lomax often enough I don’t think it’s a secret I think he’s Columbus’s finest composer. His collaboration with poet Scott Woods, Black Odes, was the single event I was sorriest to miss last year (I was out of town and sure I saw something great) and this first taste of the recording reminds me exactly why. It’s a return to black love – the first subject I saw Woods tackle more than 20 years ago, he even used to have a poem called “Why Do You Always Talk About Black Love,” I think – but with all the skills of the last 20 years of life, on both of their parts, with delicate and surging arrangements and Lomax’s quintessential taste for harmony given a remarkable showcase. “And so I love you / And so I am sorry / And so I beg forgiveness”
  • Lucero, “Should’ve Learned By Now” – Lucero – who I think I originally heard within a year or two of first seeing Scott Woods read and hearing Lomax play with his group Blacklist – also find ways to apply all the life singer-songwriter Ben Nichols has had in decades leading the band as he and the band learn to relax a little more and open up the arrangements to find new colors to paint these feelings. This sinewy title track off their latest album finds them in fine form, the kind of raging, muscular melancholy they do as well as any band working and better than most – that piano line snaps my heart in two every time. “Well, half of what runs through my head is bullshit I sell to myself. And the other half ain’t well thought out; I really should’ve learned by now.”
  • Kelela, “Missed Call” – The textures are different but this standout track from DC-based Kelela’s terrific album Raven struck a similar chord in me of resiliency and self-admonition, with a neon-splashed groove. “I’m in a dream. I wake up until the moment that we make up.”
  • Gama Bomb, “If I Should Fall From Grace With God” – This metal (check that double-time drumming and the lacerating guitar solo) read on one of my favorite Pogues anthems to rising above and stumbling in the muck on a perpetual cycle, made me grin like an idiot. “Bury me at sea where no murdered ghost can haunt me if I rock upon the waves, and no corpse can lie upon me.”
  • Burna Boy featuring J Balvin, “Rollercoaster” – A more easy-going groove animates this collaboration between these superstars, Nigerian Burna Boy and Colombian Latin trap/reggaeton king J Balvin, and their voices blend together beautifully. If songs of the summer are still a thing, this is high on my list of contenders. “I no wanna wait till it’s all over – this life is a gift from Most High, Jah.”
  • Huntertones, “Biff” – Beloved Columbus expatriates now doing big things in New York and elsewhere, Huntertones use their nearly unquenchable thirst to take the world in and reflect it back with a heavy taste for a variety of rhythms but also a brilliantly strong taste for melody. This delirious pop-funk carnival ride makes exceptional use of the front line of Dan White on tenor, Jon Lampley on trumpet, and Chris Ott on trombone, while leaving space for their longtime rhythm section of guitarist Josh Hill, bassist Adam DeAscentis, and drummer John Hubbell to breathe. That repeated riff has been stuck in my head since I first heard it.
  • MEM_MODS, “Midtown Miscommunication” – This killing instrumental funk-rock project from Steve Selvidge (Hold Steady, Big Ass Truck), Luther Dickinson (North Mississippi All Stars, Black Crowes), and Paul Taylor (New Memphis Colorways, Amy LaVere) more than lived up to my high expectations, with the added seasoning of Marc Franklin’s horn arrangements, played by Franklin and Art Edmaison.
  • DJ Quik, “Class” – In what I realize is an unintentional theme of this month’s playlist, producer-rapper DJ Quik continues to dig into his language. His signature, the smoothed out, warm funk he’s been doing brilliantly for at least 30 years, still sounds like a summer night in the offing. “Sometimes rhyme, then I sing.”
  • Dydy Yeman, “S’envolvement” – I couldn’t find much about this Ivorian Afrobeats artists but this song captured me immediately. The intermingling textures of voices and the scratchy beat put me in a space I wanted to come back to again and again.
  • Tsa manyalo, “Petula patjana” – I got turned onto the South African genre  of Tsa manyalo this year – maybe through ILX? Maybe a blog? I should keep better notes – and this version of this Solly Selema song is like capturing sunlight in a bottle.
  • Lucinda Chua, “You” – London-based cellist-singer Lucinda Chua blew my mind with her full-length debut YIAN. This is an excellent example of the way she builds an entire world for her listeners, the inside of a heart recast as a house of mirrors, and the way the sentences she builds in the lyrics resist resolution, hanging in a state of hazy suspension I found intoxicating. “I want you to know that all of your kindness is all of your kindness.”
  • James & The Giants, “Hall of Mirrors” – One of my favorite American songwriters of the last 20 years, James Toth (I treasure every time I’ve gotten to see his Wooden Wand project) brings a more lush take, in tandem with long-time collaborator Jarvis Taveniere, to this new James & the Giants project. The emphasized hooks and glowing arrangement amplifies the mystery in these songs at the same time they bolster their accessibility. Maybe my favorite song so far this year. “We won’t let the tide or starlight rule us. We’ll toast the dark for the way it cools us. ‘Cause the night is a hall of mirrors.”
  • Rudy Royston, “Morning” – I resisted the easy pairing of morning with night of this track and the one immediately before it, but the similar palette of colors in this perfect drummer-composer Rudy Royston track, glowing with a similar promise of light and life as the Toth right before, and with a marvelous band of John Ellis on bass clarinet, Hank Roberts on cello, Gary Versace on accordion, and Joe Martin on bass, kept calling to me. It’s a marvelous, catchy, piece and it just felt right here.
  • Caroline Rose, “Stockholm Syndrome” – This early highlight of Caroline Rose’s new The Art of Forgetting is an abject lesson in restraint, in paring down, and a reminder of how much menace and heartbreak can live in less than two minutes. “I know that you need air, but I can’t let you out.”
  • Muscadine Bloodline, “Life Itself” – This new-ish country duo lean into one of my favorite radio-ready singles to come out of the genre in quite a while. Burnished sunlight power and an easy, open-hearted appeal with a hook I can’t get enough of. “Can’t think of anyone else. Can’t get you out of my mind.”
  • Cecile McLorin Salvant, “Le temps est assassin” – With Mélusine, our finest jazz singer of her generation continues to resist resting on the supple power of her voice and on what she’s done before. She digs into the French and Haitian heritage of her parents with dazzling results, there isn’t a bad track on this record, even for someone like me whose understanding of French is schoolboy at best.
  • Nakhane, “You’ve Got Me (Living Again)” – A powerful, surging statement of purpose, a rising-up beautifully echoed by the melody, especially that keyboard line, and the lyrics, from this South African singer. “I’ve tried to change for you.”
  • Wadada Leo Smith and the Orange Wave Ensemble, “Nzotake Shange” – Keeping with my usual stylistic marker of ending with something meditative, something like a prayer, this tribute to the poet and playwright Nzotake Shange from one of my favorite composers and trumpet players Wadada Leo Smith, takes on a serpentine groove with a band of astonishing players – guitarists Nels Cline, Lamar Smith, and Brandon Ross, bassists Melvin Gibbss and Bill Laswell, drummer Pheeroan akLaff, percussionist Mauro Refosco, and electronics artist Hardedge – an opening salvo and highlight of Fire Illuminations.