Bonnaroo Article

“Bonnaroo Superlatives and Overall Festival Wrap-Up”

By Emily J Ramey

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the infamous arch

Well, I survived my first Bonnaroo… something that I wasn’t so sure of going into the weekend… but I came out okay on the other side, and what’s more is that I can honestly say I had the time of my life. I feel comfortable now saying that I was genuinely worried about the lack of sleep and the heat and the sweat and the dirt and the general lack of hygiene and everything else unpleasant that comes with a four-day camping festival in Tennessee in June (and I feel comfortable saying this now because they were in fact real concerns, not just the girly dramatizations of my mind), but no matter how much all of those things affected my experience, I (and I think it’s safe to say that 95% of my Bonnaroo peers would say the same) walked away with a smile and a sunburn and remained otherwise unscathed.

In general, my days (other than the day we actually got there and set up camp, which was slightly different if only in time frames) went like this:

8:00-8:30 — Wake up sweaty and hot as a result of the sun beating down on my tent, creating a tiny makeshift sauna; position myself directly under the oh-so-valuable tent ceiling fan (yes, they have those!!) to try to go back to sleep; wake up five minutes later, still burning up, and exit tent into the bright, dewy morning
8:30-9:30 — Trip to the nearest porta-potties/wash stations; back to the campsite to try to sleep just a few more minutes in a lawn chair; greet fellow campers as they emerge and do the exact same thing; eventually give up on sleep and grab the nearest Gatorade/bottle of water/liquid of any kind; make breakfast, which could range from a peanut butter and jelly sandwich to an orange to a beer to instant grits
9:30-10:00 — Turn the car on to charge up my phone; use this precious 30 minutes to also change clothes in the car with the AC blasting

a lovely middle of the scorching day shot

10:00-11:00 — Sit around in lawn chairs and various other minimally physical activities to reduce the chances of sweating, some of which included reading, drinking beer, spraying each other with misty fans, making sandwiches, telling stories and reminiscing about the events of the previous day, cheeseball eating contest, etc.
11:00-11:30 — Get ready to leave the campsite for the day; pack backpack with water, coozie, power bars, flashlight, picnic blanket, wet wipes, toilet paper, sunscreen, schedule, phone, wallet, sunglasses, etc.; apply copious amounts of sunscreen; fill misty fans with melted ice water from coolers; grab road beer; zip up tent; lock car
11:30-12:00 — Walk into Centeroo; set lunch meeting time and place; split up for various shows beginning at noon
12:00-3:00 — Go to shows (approximately three); fill up water bottle (approx. twice); reapply sunscreen (approx. once); eat lunch or snack
3:00-4:00 — Find a shady place (if possible) to lay out picnic blanket and take a nap
4:00-6:00 — Go to more shows (approximately 1.5, depends on the day and the schedule); drink more water; maybe do a little shopping or just walking around (because the heat is somehow more bearable when moving as opposed to just standing or sitting and sweating)
6:00-7:00 — Lay the picnic blanket out again (probably near one of the bigger stages in order to sit and enjoy one of the bigger acts); take turns going to get dinner

a Bonnaroo summer sunset

7:00-10:00 — Rejoice in the setting of the sun and the resulting cooler temperatures; find a place farther up in the crowd for the headlining act; rock out to the headlining act
10:00-11:00 — Leave the headlining show a little early to beat some of the crowd; walk back to the campsite
11:00-12:00 — Spend some quality time at the wash stations with some freezing cold water, a bar of soap, a toothbrush, and some shampoo; lean head over sink to wash dirt, sweat, sunscreen, etc. out of hair; use giant cup to wash/rinse arms and legs; use washcloth to rinse rest of body as well as possible; resist wasting time washing dirty, dirty feet
12:00-1:00 — Sit around at the campsite, drinking beer, wiping dirt off feet with wet wipes, competing in a cheeseball eating contest (again), texting Mom to let her know we’re still alive and well, talking about what late night shows to attend
1:00-2:00 — Take a nap before going back to Centeroo for the late night show
2:00-2:15 — Wake up and realize the late night show is starting right now and also realize that sleep sounds like such a better option
2:15-8:00 — Glorious slumber in the cool, refreshing night

the 20-something people on stage for Mumford's encore

As far as the music goes, there were some good shows and some great shows. With the exception of The Black Keys ending their set 30 minutes early with no encore to follow, I was never disappointed by an act’s performance. It seemed like every artist I watched was throwing him/herself into the performance, despite the heat and the sun and all other circumstances. The best example of that fact was Mumford and Sons’ show. They played as if Bonnaroo 2011 was the last show they’d ever play, which is of course, far from the truth. And their encore consisted of a 7-minute rendition of “Amazing Grace,” sung and played by members of Apache Relay, Mumford and Sons, Old Crow Medicine Show, and Cadillac Sky, as well as the legendary Jerry Douglas himself. Yeah. So the Award for Best Encore goes to Mumford and Sons.

The Award for Most Eclectic Crowd goes to Primus.

The Award for Best Frontman goes to Robert Plant and Band of Joy.

The Award for the Best Sit Down and Chill While Listening Act is a tie between Amos Lee and Iron and Wine.

Bela and his banjo

The Award for Best Spot in the Crowd goes to Bela Fleck, not really for anything he did, except for the fact that I knew I could only enjoy a portion of the performance from far away, only being able to hear the music. To truly get the full experience at a Bela Fleck and the Flecktones performance, I knew I would have to be so close that I could see how fast and nimbly their fingers were moving. It was incredible, and well worth the elbowing and the extra sweat factor involved in standing among thousands of other hot, sweaty people. And I can now officially say that I’ve seen the original lineup of Bela Fleck and the Flecktones, which is quite something in and of itself.

The Award for Best Main Stage Act is a tie between The Decemberists and Grace Potter and the Nocturnals.

The Award for Best Big Name, Daytime Act is a tie between Alison Krauss and Union Station and Old Crow Medicine Show.

The Award for Best Act that Piqued My Curiosity and I Now Need to Look Up goes to Beirut.

David Mayfield and sister Jessica Lea

The Award for Most Surprising Act goes to The David Mayfield Parade. I had heard of the band before, mostly in relation or conjunction with Mayfield’s also musical sister Jessica Lea Mayfield, but knew very little about them beyond that. I went to their Thursday night show because friends of mine dragged me along. And wow! They are fantastic! We were right up front for all the action on stage, which included corny jokes and unbelievable guitar solos from the larger-than-life, boisterous bearded man that is David Mayfield himself, a tiny yet impressively adroit little fiddle player, a female bass player whose long blonde hair hung directly in front of her face 80% of the show, a ginger lead guitar player, and an equally as epicly bearded drummer with an unexpected but lovely singing voice. The band blew me away and in doing so, registered themselves as by far my favorite show of Thursday’s line up. I bought their album immediately after returning home (well, immediately after a shower, that is).

The Award for Best Up and Coming Act goes to The Head and the Heart.

The Award for Most Unexpectedly Large Crowd is a tie between Florence and the Machine, Neon Trees, and Sleigh Bells.

The Award for Oldest Crowd is a tie between Gregg Allman and Bruce Hornsby and the Noisemakers.

the six-piece from Music City

The Award for Best Local Act goes to Apache Relay, who just killed an all-too-short Sunday evening set. Theirs was the last show I attended before leaving Manchester forever (read: until next year), and it was one hell of a way to close out the festival. The six piece band had all the instruments for a bluegrass or Americana band, but these guys played nothing if not straight up rock. I actually have the privilege of being able to say that I know most of the members of Apache Relay, each of them being former Belmont students like myself, but even fully understanding how talented each of these guys is did not prepare me for their exceptional stage presence and raging, fiery, exciting set. Nashville can be so, so proud.

The Award for Best Introduction goes to The Black Keys for having Aziz Ansari.

The Award for Best Dance Show goes to Walk the Moon.

And the Award for Best Headliner goes to My Morning Jacket.

I could go on and on about Crazy Things That Happened at Bonnaroo, or Awesome and Unexpected Collaborations on Stage, or How I Managed to Get In on Thursday and Out on Sunday in Under an Hour Each, but truly, truly, the festival called Bonnaroo is an experience that you can only fully understand after having experienced it for yourself. And everyone’s Bonnaroo is completely unique. So, my final words on the subject are simply these: I will see you there next year.


The Civil Wars’ “Barton Hollow” Review

Album Cover

The Civil Wars

“Barton Hollow”

February 2011; Sensibility Music LLC

By Emily J Ramey

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The Civil Wars have sprouted from the ground like a slender vine, winding slowly at first and then shooting into the sunny mainstream through a series of fortunate accidents. Young duo though they may be, Joy Williams and John Paul White make a remarkable pair. Their dynamics are poised and expressive, and their voices meld exquisitely, as one might have thought only siblings’ might.

The duo’s customary guitar and violin instrumentation is occasionally accompanied by ethereal piano tones that act as lingering sprigs of fresh greenery among the folksy brambles that preoccupy the rest of the album. On the whole, Barton Hollow is a sinuous tribute to centuries past and melodies forgotten, saturated with captivating turns of phrase.

Opener “20 Years” billows and lopes, beginning the album with an almost whimsical guitar lick. “C’est la Mort” is a delicate, pleading tune, the American folk cousin to the tentative, graceful chords of European duo The Swell Season (of Once fame). The Civil Wars’ breakout hit “Poison and Wine” exudes desperation and heartache, wading through the melancholy with one recurring phrase: “Oh, I don’t love you, but I always will.”

“My Father’s Father” trots lightly, beads of sadness clinging to the tune like dew, manifested in an echoing slide guitar. Then, the title track roars in, blazing and flaring like an old-world forest fire; harmonies glow hotly as blistering strings flicker alongside their voices. The album’s lone instrumental, “The Violet Hour,” directly follows “Barton Hollow,” acting as water splashed across the flames, elegant and haunting.

“Girl with the Red Balloon” is a refreshingly minor track, an elegiac tale of love lost and a girl who is “always and never alone.” “Forget Me Not” washes over the listener like a summer rain – warm, gentle, cleansing; the tune is reminiscent of traditional country duets, steady and broad, made modern by a twinkling mandolin.

The Civil Wars can be proud of their extraordinarily rich debut. Barton Hollow musters the beginnings of a long, lovely road, and speaking personally, I’ll “walk miles and miles in my bare feet” if I have to.

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Kent Blazy and Cory Batten Article

“‘The Road Less Traveled By’” with Kent Blazy and Cory Batten

By Emily J Ramey

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Kent Blazy and his company I Want to Hold Your Songs Publishing are onto something.  Kent has used his extensive knowledge of the music business and his wisdom as a songwriter to introduce a brilliant new dynamic to the songwriting process.

Kent Blazy

Kent Blazy

Blazy saw a need for collaboration and an opportunity for progress: “My target was to make it be like some of the great publishing companies in Nashville that I had heard about. […] They worked with young writers, and somebody mentored them and helped them along, wrote with them, and that’s what I was attempting to do with this company,” he explains.

That’s where Cory Batten comes into the picture.  “Cory and I started this thing six years ago that we still do every Thursday, at least.  We get together, and we talk, and we write, and it ended up where it’s as much me receiving all the talent he has as it is me mentoring to him,” says Blazy.

As one might expect, each has his own respective songwriting accomplishments.  Blazy paved his way to the top with his natural good humor and kind heart.  He lays claim to Garth Brooks’ first #1 hit, “If Tomorrow Never Comes,” which happened to be Blazy’s first as well.  He followed it up with two more #1 songs with Brooks, “Ain’t Goin’ Down (’Til The Sun Comes Up)” and “Why Ain’t I Running.”  Kent Blazy’s songs have also been recorded since the early 80s by such key artists as Gary Morris, Mark Gray, LeRoy VanDyke, Moe Bandy, Kenny Rogers, George Jones, etc. and into the more current era with cuts by Diamond Rio, Clay Walker, John Michael Montgomery, and dozens more.

Batten has worked his way up with raw talent, and makes up for his lack of decades of experience with a youthful eagerness and sprightly fortitude.  Batten has recently achieved bragging rights with two of his songs – Blake Shelton’s “She Wouldn’t Be Gone” and Crystal Shawanda’s “You Can Let Go.”

They’re an interesting pair, Kent Blazy and Cory Batten – award-winning songwriters, ones who have an extraordinary knack for striking our common chord with poignancy and truth – and yet, surprisingly, their respective foundations were modest and minimal at best.  Blazy remembers his first experiences playing music:

“I learned [how to play] listening to records.  Remember what they were?” he laughs.  “But nobody ever told me that there was standard tuning.  I had this little guitar, I was trying to figure things out off the record, and I remember thinking, ‘Why are they playing in G minor?  Why are they playing in E flat?’”

“The only formal lessons I had were from this kid three streets over,” Blazy confesses.  “He was a really good guitar player, and if I bought him a pack of cigarettes, he’d show me a guitar lick.”

Cory Batten

Cory Batten

Batten turns out to have had little more proper training.  When asked, Batten argues that it just seemed to him like “a road somebody else has already gone down.”

“I had formal lessons for about a week. […] I just remember dreading going to my lesson.  I learned enough to just get by,” he admits.  Although, we discover that Batten had encounters with a lesson or two a little later in life as well:

“I had a friend that taught me a couple of chords on the piano.  In between college classes, I would play around… I only knew four chords, but you know, I would move them up and move them down, and eventually I figured more out,” he says.

Cory Batten and Kent Blazy became uncommonly remarkable songwriters and musicians without any legitimate lessons.  It seems, instead, that they were driven to strive to succeed by their passion for music alone.

Batten thought his career in Nashville might be over when his first publishing deal ended short of his contract and moved back to his home in Tucson, Arizona.  But eight months later, he found himself drawn back to his dreams.  He packed his truck and headed back to Nashville.  Blazy’s magnetism appears to be just as irresistible:

“You know, it was like the minute I started [playing music], I knew that was what I wanted to do.  It’s sort of an unexplainable [sic] thing – just like Cory talking about loading up the truck and moving here.  How crazy do you have to be to do that?  But everybody does, and you can’t explain it.  That’s kind of how it was when I first got the guitar and started playing.  I thought, ‘Boy, I’d like to do this the rest of my life,’” he recalls.

And it has been that enthusiasm, that eagerness to work for what they want to achieve that has stimulated their success.  A desire to have music surrounding them in every facet of their lives, and contentment with their individual accomplishments, together have made Kent Blazy and Cory Batten the songwriters they are today.

Both of these men have the most modest beginnings and the humblest of hearts, consistently proving to each other and to everyone in the industry that formality and training, guitar lessons and a music degree, though undeniably helpful and occasionally providing a paved road to success, are not the only way to the top.  These songwriters took the “road less traveled by, and that has made all the difference” (thank you, Mr. Frost).

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“‘Songwriter’s Muse’ Abstract”

By Emily J Ramey

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Acoustic GuitarTo me, songwriters seem like pensive people.  Not people who separate themselves from the rest of us, but rather people who understand the world a little better than we do, or at least can express their perceptions of it in more profound ways, and therefore relate differently to it.  Songwriters, good ones that is, have an uncanny ability to seek out our universally human fears and desires and articulate them in a manner to which we can not only connect, but feel as if those were the words we would have chosen ourselves, had we but had a far more expressive vocabulary.  When we lack the capacity to convey our true hearts, we often find the words in songs.  Words set to music reach their audience on a divine level, a plane on which we feel more ardently and openly.  I believe it is the power to elevate our thoughts that generates such a passion for music in all of us alike.

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