Early issues featured a somewhat typical zine format: interviews, brattiness, social ranting. But more and more, Cometbus centered on Cometbus's travel anecdotes, local mythology, Dumpster romances and liquored-up tall tales. There's nobody better at capturing the heartbreak and euphoria of being young, smart and punk. Issue No. 43 was his first attempt at writing a novel and probably the best Cometbus yet. Put simply, it told the story of a year in the life of a punk house, from high hopes to low hate, all of it ringing dead true.
Now he has returned with No. 44, titled "St. Louis Stories." Cometbus' extensive travels have been the basis for much of Cometbus and are a significant reason for his nationwide renown, so it's not too surprising that he would get around to our city eventually. Unfortunately, it's a disappointing entry in the series. For one, it's a little light on the local color and commentary Cometbus is known for, instead focusing on the troubled relationships Cometbus has with his St. Louis friends. He has shown himself to be an incisive observer of friendship and love in the past, but here Cometbus's prose has grown so elliptical and allusive that half the time it's hard to figure out what exactly he's talking about. It's still got a lot of the Cometbus charm, but it never hits the heights of previous issues. (Oh, and this very paper gets a mention, although Cometbus refers to the "Missed Connections" section of the personal ads and not, alas, the excellence of the music coverage.)
That said, regular Cometbus readers will want to devour this issue as soon as it hits their eyeballs. The rest of you might want to flip through it at the newsstand first. Remember this: He's got a reputation for a reason, and even mediocre Cometbus is a mile or two further down the highway than everybody else. (JT)
PONYING UP: Jeff Shaw is new to St. Louis, but he's been working diligently to book and organize the cafegoing singer/songwriters around town. He's aggressive about getting acts into places like Cafe Danielle and Pony Espresso, and the coffeehouse scene is the better because of it.
"My initial thought was," Shaw says, "we don't have a budget to pay people to play, and people who are serious about it generally want some money. But I went at it from how I feel, which is, at least out in public somebody might hear me play. Not a lot of people stop by my house to hear my songs. I was amazed at how receptive people were. That's where the big speed bump is. It can be hard to promote yourself, sit down and say, "I'm a great musician; I'd like to play here.'"
Shaw's a good songwriter himself, with a big, smooth voice and a steady flat-pick guitar style, as well as a genuine appreciation for good songs presented simply and honestly. "The folk community here is so strong," Shaw says. "After coming out of Huntington, W.Va. l; where there were maybe three or four people writing their own stuff, and they were doing mostly covers when they'd play out, and besides, there was absolutely no venue for them l; this is Tokyo in comparison."
Along with Rob Woerther, who runs the open mic on Saturdays at Sally T's, Shaw has begun producing Sweat Equity, a compilation CD featuring eight local singer/songwriters. Saturday, June 26, he's presenting his sixth "Expression Session" songwriter-in-the-round show at Pony Espresso. If the series title sounds touchy-feely, the shows have been surprisingly smart and eclectic, featuring, in the past, popsters like Sarah Cloud, bluesy guys like Luke Warmwater and hot guitarists like Gen Obata. This Saturday's lineup features Andy Conrad, Brian Perry, Jan Marra, Woerther and Louis Saubian. Show starts at 8pm. (RK)
HALF FULL? Brandy Johnson sure does have a purty voice. It's dense and confident, given to melodramatic leaps and gentle whispers, and, true to the first advice any vocal coach will give you, she sings from the diaphragm, digging deep with every note and pulling up just enough dirt to stain her notes with static. She's an earthy tenor, recalling the strengths of Natalie Merchant, Sandy Denny and, sure, Cher.
If only that edge would carry over into the music that accompanies her on her band Drift's debut CD, the copiously titled Suddenly the World's Glass Is Half Full Again. Johnson, whom you may know as the former vocalist for Bella Wolf, stands front-and-center as middle-of-the-road, adult-alternative instrumentation surrounds her, and in this context her voice ends up sounding less impressive than it really is. How to say it? The gestalt is tepid 10,000 Maniacs Lite, if that's not redundant. Occasionally the music convulses and discovers some sort of frayed edge ("The Ceiling Song" dances with danger, but with an overproduced straitjacket on; "Beehive" has some Robert Frippesque pepper, but buried way down in the mix), but more often it coasts conservatively, lacking much excitement or sense of adventure. The slippery, high-gloss production job doesn't help matters much; it only serves to whitewash the entirety. Gentle guitars, both acoustic and electric, frolic and occasionally frown, a Steely Danesque piano melody often cuts through to take the center away from that voice.
Half Full is just that when you're only paying attention to Johnson; then, you can swallow it. But when your ears shift away from her to concentrate on the surrounding sounds, Half Full is half empty. (RR)
CORAL REEF DEPARTURE: The Peter Mayer Group is set to perform this Friday, June 25, at Blueberry Hill's Duck Room. Not exactly a news flash, you're probably thinking, considering that guitarist Peter, his bass-playing brother Jim Mayer and drummer Roger Guth usually play in their hometown several times a year when they're not out touring as part of Jimmy Buffett's backup band.
But this concert is definitely a special occasion, marking a major crossroads for the three musicians. It's their final performance in St. Louis before moving to the Nashville area. Actually Guth moved to Nashville back in July, but it was only recently that the Mayer brothers finally decided to follow his lead and relocate to the music-business hub.
"I suppose it's been a question in our minds for years," explains Peter Mayer, referring to the Nashville move during a recent phone conversation between concerts on the latest Buffett tour. "Nashville is one of the best places to be in the music business, especially for a songwriter. And after Roger moved, it just seemed as if the time to try it was now."
Friday's concert will find longtime friend and fellow musician Scott Bryan sitting in with the Peter Mayer Group; the group will also work with a string trio during part of the show. In addition, Mayer has composed a special song for the band's farewell concert at the Duck Room, a tune he calls "This Town."
"It's not one of those "ode to the Arch with mentions of other local landmarks' kind of songs," Mayer says. "It's basically about what really feels like home to me. I guess I'm excited about the move, but I also realize how much I l; and Jim and Roger l; had to appreciate here in St. Louis with family and friends, especially other musicians." (TP)
ALL JAZZ, ALL THE TIME: Music and television have long walked hand-in-hand, though it's never been easy for music fans to fill up on the televised performances they crave. Bruce Springsteen once sang about "57 channels and nothing on," and that's the way things are most of the time on your basic-cable channels. You might catch a video here or there, now and then, but it's far easier to tune in to auto racing than it is to see people playing instruments on TV.
Luckily, we're now living in the Digital Age, and if that can often mean more than infrequent commercial interruptions in transmission, it also means lots more music. There are four more Box channels on digital cable, which allow you to watch videos pretty much anytime you want. If you don't like what you see, you can switch to any of two dozen DMX stations, which don't have any pictures but provide an incredible mix of music.
Jazz fans get the best deal. Starting June 1, TCI Cable added BET on Jazz, a 24-hour channel devoted to live performances of jazz and occasionally blues. In the last couple of weeks, they've run rare footage of Dizzy Gillespie and Louis Armstrong (together!), as well as Arnett Cobb, and highlighted talents as diverse as Johnnie Johnson, Brad Mehldau, Stan Getz and Archie Shepp. Sure, they play their share of Pieces of a Dream, and more lame blues acts than you could imagine, but there's a high ratio of good stuff to bad.
A couple of warnings: There are a lot of commercials, mostly public-service announcements. Sometimes they'll edit a piece of music, chopping to a commercial right in the middle of a piano solo. If you don't recognize a musician and you don't catch the introduction, you will probably never learn who you're hearing. Most live footage is done on as sparse a budget as you've seen since the early days of local access. But the soul of the music comes through, and you'll find yourself tuning in every chance you get just to see what's on next. (SP)
Contributors: Roy Kasten, Terry Perkins, Steve Pick, Randall Roberts, Jason Toon
Send all local tapes, tips, discs and detritus to Randall Roberts, The Riverfront Times, 6358 Delmar Blvd., Suite 200, St. Louis, MO 63130. E-mail him at firstname.lastname@example.org. Drift