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The Gay Cowboy: Lavender Country Comes to the Hi-Tone

For about 15 years, Patrick Haggerty was content to play country standards for audiences at retirement homes. “The old songs from the ’50s I heard in my childhood stuck to my ribs,” he says. “Those were the songs people wanted to hear.”

Then, about six years ago, he got a call from a music label executive offering him a contract. “That never happens, right? Almost all artists push and push to get anybody to think about listening to their songs, much less offering them a contract. … I knew they were selling encyclopedias, that it couldn’t possibly be true. But it was.”

The label, Paradise of Bachelors, wanted to reissue an album Haggerty made in 1973 called Lavender Country. It was the first gay country album ever recorded. “I lived my whole life without acknowledgement and recognition. When we made Lavender Country, gay country was so completely out-of-the-ballpark absurd that no one would touch it with a 10-foot pole.”

Haggerty grew up on a dairy farm near the Canadian border in the 1950s. “Rural Washington in 1955 was very much like rural Tennessee,” he says. “Maybe a little more progressive, but not much. What we heard on the radio while we were milking cows was country music.”

Hank Williams, Jimmy Reed, and Bonnie Guitar made an indelible impression on him, but, he says “My real, true love, when it comes to country, was Patsy Cline. I really related to her.”

Haggerty was one of 11 children. His father bought him his first guitar at age nine. “He was an unusual man for his time and place. He looked like Pa Kettle. He had clodhopper boots and carried around a coffee can that he spit his juice into. He was missing half his teeth. He really looked like a bumpkin, but that was a disguise. … He never denigrated me or put me down. He never said I can’t do that, even though I was doing drag and wearing blonde, bailing-twine wigs, and singing show tunes, and dancing on his tractors — and being completely incompetent at farming.”

In 1969, Haggerty was living in Missoula, Montana, and playing in the burgeoning protest folk scene. “The day after the Stonewall riots happened, I came out — by myself — in Missoula. I just couldn’t stand it any longer. I heard the call, and I jumped out.”

Four years later, he gathered a band in Seattle to make Lavender Country. “People ask why I chose country as a genre to do gay stuff. Well, in 1973 it didn’t matter what genre you chose. You were on the outs anyway, so what did it matter?

“One thing that was really significant about the Lavender Country album, was that it was Stonewall Riot, out, gay liberationist folk who produced this album,” Haggerty says. “It was a community-sponsored event. I could have never done it by myself. I think it’s important, looking at the politics of it. Yeah, I wrote all the songs; I’m the lead singer. I get all that. But it was Seattle’s gay community that made Lavender Country.

In 1973, the album made barely a ripple. “So I lived a life of political activism, did a lot of social work, and raised kids,” Haggerty says.

But all that changed with one phone call. Lavender Country was music review website Pitchfork’s Best New Reissue of 2014, and Haggerty has been drawing attention ever since. He’s been the subject of three documentaries and is currently in negotiations for a Hollywood biopic. After his spring tour, he will go to San Francisco to accompany the new Lavender Country ballet. On March 19th, Haggerty will play the Hi-Tone with Memphis bands the Dixie Dicks and the Paisley Fields.”I’ve never been to Memphis, so this is exciting for me,” he says. “Who wouldn’t want to do music in Memphis?”

Haggerty, a self-described socialist revolutionary about to turn 75, says he’s right where he wants to be. “At this stage of the game, especially given what’s been going on in this country right now, to be able to use Lavender Country as a vehicle for social transformation, the very reason I made it in the first place, is beyond a dream come true.”

Patrick Haggerty plays the Hi-Tone March 19th, with openers Dixie Dicks and Paisley Fields.

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Kyle Gass of Tenacious D to Play Hi-Tone Friday

Tenacious D guitarist Kyle Gass will bring his “American rock supergroup” to the Hi-Tone this Friday, April 22. Memphis locals Native Blood will open. 

Featuring Tenacious D’s electric guitarist John Konesky and a group of KG’s friends, The Kyle Gass Band formed in 2011 as a side-project from the greatest band in the world. A puzzle formed from pieces of previous projects, Gass and Konesky played together in a band named Trainwreck until they broke up in early 2011. KGB’s vocalist Mike Bray previously played in a band named Band of Bigfoot that opened multiple Trainwreck shows. Bassist Jason Keene and drummer Tim Spier joined the band through longstanding friendships with the members. 

The Kyle Gass Band released their debut self-titled album in 2013. The record captures the comedic one-liners found on any Tenacious D release, but with no Jack Black by KG’s side. Still, any fan of the duo will be satisfied to see the KGB sing about being Manchildren in between riffs, solos, and ballads. 

Watch KGB’s music video for “Our Job To Rock” (with a cameo from Jack Black) below:

Kyle Gass of Tenacious D to Play Hi-Tone Friday

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A Fond Farewell to the Hi-Tone

I didn’t have a college bar, as the home of Frances Willard (founder of the Women’s Christian Temperance Union), Evanston, Illinois, was infamously low on watering holes. And since I was Mormon during my college years anyway (long story), I didn’t have much need of one.

When I moved to Memphis a year out of school, my social options felt even more limited. I was working from home and didn’t know more than a few people in town. I knew Memphis was renowned for its music, but the idea of going to clubs was a little daunting, especially since my frame of reference was Chicago’s rather d-baggy Division Street (I may not have had a college bar, but that’s where my older sister’s was).

Eventually, however, being home alone all day was more than even the most introverted Midwesterner (remember me?) could stand. On a whim, I decided to go see some guy I’d read some pretty glowing things about in the Flyer. He was playing at the Hi-Tone Cafe which, from what I could tell, was an impressively booked venue that brought in a lot of great national musicians. I was prepared to be intimidated by the space and the crowd.

It was probably raining that night, based on the fact that it rained every single time Cory Branan played the Hi-Tone. He was in a misleadingly philanthropic mood, but it wasn’t the Gummi tongues and feet he handed out to the audience that made me feel welcome. The room was a little rough and grimy, but the atmosphere was homey. Well, if your home had a beat-down pool table and a bathroom unfit for company. Still, it was friendly, warm, and completely unlike what I’d been expecting. The team-like definition of club felt far more applicable.

Since that night, I’ve spent more evenings than I can remember at the Hi-Tone. When I was laid off from the corporate world, I started booking shows for some local musicians and actually made hanging out there a part-time job. I bought my first beer there (never mind that I was 29). I saw everyone from Viva L’American Death Ray to Michelle Shocked play. For the better part of a decade, it was the college bar I never had.

Of course, even delayed adolescents have to grow up sometime, and by the time my second child was born, I found it pretty tricky to get out for an evening, let alone stay awake until an 11 p.m. show. The bar’s late band starts were so notorious that just hearing “they’re playing at the Hi-Tone” made me sleepy. And so I set the place aside in the pre-PTA corner of my mind, along with my Mini Cooper and babydoll T-shirts.

When I heard the Hi-Tone was fixing to close (the Southernism particularly appropriate for the bar’s four-month wind-down), the sliding door of that memory storage unit was yanked open again. Although closing bars people love seems to be popular around here, I really never expected a place as venerable as the Hi-Tone to fall victim to the usual small club disasters. Sure, the air conditioning was always busted and there were only four people at the Tuesday shows, but Elvis Costello played there, for Pete’s sake! As a recovering small business owner, I know I can’t fault the guys for throwing in the towel. Still, I’ve spent the last few months hoping someone would be reckless and passionate enough to pick the towel back up and mop the bar down with it.

Since it doesn’t look like that’s going to happen, I guess I should say my good-byes. I went to the Hi-Tone this past Friday to see Shovels & Rope, a South Carolina twosome (both musically and matrimonially) making their third trip to Memphis. Last time here, they played to an echoing tip jar, but on this trip, the room was packed with joyful sing-alongers. The energy was incredible as the band played their hearts and lungs out, with singer/drummer/guitarist Cary Ann Hearst once exclaiming, “I can’t feel my legs!” Although they weren’t locals, it felt like every song they played was somehow about Memphis. And for that night, they were.

There are a couple more shows I hope to make before the Hi-Tone closes for good at the end of the month, and even while I look forward to them, I know there will be sadness in the mix. It was easier leaving my Hi-Tone nights behind when I knew I could still go visit them sometimes. And it was exciting to see new, strange names pop up on the marquee every week. So much of Memphis’ music is already part of history, it seems a damn shame to lose a venue that proudly celebrated what was coming next.

I’ve never attended any of my college reunions, but if in 10 years someone puts on a Hi-Tone reunion (a la last year’s Antenna Club gathering), that’s a ticket I would buy. The Hi-Tone isn’t a Rhodes bar or a U of M bar, or even an MCA bar (despite the parking overlap). It’s a bar for everyone who studies the musicology of Memphis. Although we may lose our college bar, may none of us ever graduate.

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Deerhoof at the Hi-Tone Cafe

Early on, Deerhoof established their trademark balance of heavy, impulsive art-rock and the childlike charm of singer Satomi Matsuzaki. The band stitches together influences from quite a few genres, but their devotion to a controlled variation of traditional song structures gives them a distinctive, yet easily altered, sound. While the band’s catalog is certainly cohesive, each record takes a decidedly different tone. Their latest, Deerhoof vs. Evil, ventures into electronica with Spanish undertones: Amid the usual classic-rock/psychedelia/noise blend, hints of flamenco and samba can be heard. Matsuzaki’s vocals, which have teetered over the years from playful melodies to lilting shrieks, here often function as pure sound. She complements mutating soundloops with fierce, choppy syllables, slamming along with the guitars and filling the gaps in between. Deerhoof’s core members have been touring together since 1994, resulting in a delightfully composed stage presence. As veterans of avant-garde pop, they’ve influenced dozens of newer bands — and with good reason. Deerhoof play at the Hi-Tone Café on Thursday, February 3rd, with Ben Butler & Mousepad and the Powers That Be. Doors open at 9 p.m. Admission is $13 in advance, $15 at the door. — Halley Johnson