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Gonerfest 11: Blood, Sweat, and Beers

The 11th edition of Gonerfest roared into Midtown last weekend, with punk, garage, power pop, noise, and just plain weird bands from all over the world converged on the Bluff City in an annual gathering of the tribes that has gotten bigger and more exciting each year. Festivities kicked off in the Cooper-Young Gazebo with New York’s Paul Collins Beat

Gonerfest 11: Blood, Sweat, and Beers

I spent the weekend embedded with the Rocket Science Audio crew, who were live streaming the performances to people from as far away as Australia watching on the web. I’ve done this for several years, formerly with Live From Memphis, and this year we brought the full, multi-camera experience to the audience. It’s a lot of fun, in that I get to be up close and focused on the music, but also quite grueling. 

The Rocket Science Audio van outside Goner Records.

The highlights of Thursday night at the Hi Tone were Ross Johnson, Gail Clifton, Jeff Evans, Steve Selvidge, Alex Greene, and a host of others playing songs from Alex Chilton’s chaotically beautiful 1979 solo album Like Flies On Sherbert. The mixture of old school Memphis punks who had played on the album and the best of the current generation of Memphis music made for an incredible listening experience.

The Grifters’ Dave Shouse on the Rocket Science Audio livestream.

Thursday night’s headliners were 90s Memphis lo-fi masters The Grifters. Recently reunited after more than a decade of inactivity, Dave Shouse, Scott Taylor, Trip Lamkins, and Stan Galimore have their groove back. At the Hi Tone, they even sounded—dare I say it—rehearsed. 

I couldn’t make Friday night due to another commitment, but Friday afternoon at The Buccaneer hosted a great collection of bands, starting off with a blast from Memphis hardcore outfit Gimp Teeth

Cole Wheeler fronts Gimp Teeth at the Buccaneer.

Next was one of the highlights of the festival: The return of Red Sneakers. Back at Gonerfest 5, the duo from Nara, Japan showed up unnannounced wanting to play the big show. When Jay Reatard cancelled, they got their chance and blew the roof off of Murphy’s in front of an unsuspecting crowd. This year, they did it again, only they were invited, and they substituted a soulful “I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend” cover for the smoking “Cold Turkey” they did five years ago. 

Yosei of Red Sneakers about to take the stage.

Afterwards, returning to the Rocket Science Audio van, we found that one of Red Sneakers’ drum sticks had flown over the fence and embedded itself into the earth. No one dared touch it. 

 

Red Sneakers drum stick, fully erect.

Buldgerz

Hardcore Memphis vets Buldgerz played a sweaty and confrontational set of hard and fast punk nuggets, followed by Mississippi’s Wild Emotions

The weather cooperated again the next day for a memorable afternoon show at Murphy’s. Two stages, one inside and one outside, alternated throughout the afternoon. 

Roy from Auckland, New Zealand’s Cool Runnings plays the indoor stage at Murphy’s under the old Antenna sign.

Goner Records co-owner Zach Ives sings with Sons Of Vom, as seen from the Rocket Science Audio webcast monitor.

There were many great performances on Saturday afternoon, but the most incredible was Weather Warlock, an experimental heavy noise act centered around a light-controlled synthesizer custom built by New Orleans’ mad genius Quintron. The cacuphony rose and fell as the light changed with the sunset, and Quintron and co-conspirator Gary Wong swirled around it with guitars and theremin, while a plume of smoke rose over the stage. 

Photographer Don Perry, AKA Bully Rook, dressed for Gonerfest.

Gonerfesters stumbled into the Hi Tone Saturday night, a little bleary from three days of rock, but with a lot of amazing music ahead of them. 

DJ Useless Eater keeps the crowd hopping at the Hi Tone.

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The highlight of the show for me was Nots. Fronted by steely-eyed, ex-Ex-Cult bassist Natalie Hoffman, the four piece arrived with something to prove. And prove it they did, with punishing, athletic songs delivered amid a shower of balloons and waves of reverb. 

The Nots, Charlotte Watson, Natalie Hoffman, Allie Eastburn, and Madison Farmer, backstage at the Hi Tone.

Austin, Texas No Wavers Spray Paint on the monitor Saturday night.

Detroit, Michigan’s Protomartyr on the Hi Tone stage.

English guitarist, songwriter, and ranter The Rebel delivers a solo set to a packed house.

Ken Highland and Rich Coffee of The Gizmos get bunny ears from their drummer after a celebratory closing set at Gonerfest 11.

The crowd, the largest I’ve ever seen at the Hi Tone, never flagged throughout the night, which ended with a reunion of The Gizmos, a seminal American band that developed something like punk in 1977 in the isolation of Bloomington, Indiana. The playing was loose, the mood buoyant, and the band vowed to not stay away for so long. And after a Gonerfest as great as this one, next year can’t come soon enough. 

[Ed Note: The first edition of this story incorrectly identified The Nerves “Hanging On The Telephone” as being written by Blondie.]

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Ross Johnson Remembers the Antenna Club

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In honor of the Flyer Flashback page that’s been running in the Flyer this year, here’s a history of the Antenna Club that Ross Johnson wrote for a cover story in October of 1997.


Til The Well Ran Dry

A selective history of memphis’ original punk club.

by Ross Johnson

The plain-looking bar at 1588 Madison has been known variously as the Mousetrap, Detroit Rock City, Good Time Charlie’s, the Well, Antenna, the Void, Barristers, and currently as Madison Flame. In its incarnations as the Well and Antenna, it served as a backdrop for the development of Memphis’ punk/underground music scene. From 1979, when the Well opened its doors, until 1995, when manager Mark McGehee closed the Antenna Club, this site produced an endless variety of noise and musical aggravation. That such a scene developed out of a Midtown watering hole is an interesting story. That it thrived and persisted for 16 years is an even stranger one.

In 1978 the bar was known as Good Time Charlie’s and owner Frank Duran featured live music after hours from Memphis bands like Crawpatch, but in early 1979 he changed the club’s name to the Well and began featuring local rock bands on weekend nights. In February of that year local pop-rockers Hero (featuring soon-to-be Crime drummer Carlton Rash) had a Friday/Saturday booking there. Randy Chertow, bass player for the Randy Band, went down that Friday night to check out the club as a possible site for his group.

Hero did not draw much of a crowd that evening, but Chertow liked the club and wanted a booking as soon as possible. To speed up the process, he called the next afternoon, saying he was an agent from New York City with a band needing a place to play that Saturday night. When the conversation ended, the Saturday-night bill at the Well featured Hero and the Randy Band. This event marked the beginning of the punk scene in Memphis.

Previously, vaguely punkish groups like the Klitz, the Scruffs, and the Randy Band made do with bookings anywhere they could get them, usually misrepresenting themselves as kickass rock groups to club owners who wanted only cover bands who could draw drinking crowds. Any group that was arty or that played original tunes was less than welcome on most Memphis club stages. Frank Duran didn’t care about any of this; he simply wanted customers for the Well. And the Randy Band provided that on a regular basis with weekend bookings there.

The Randy Band was largely responsible for pulling the strands of Memphis’ burgeoning underground music scene together at that time. Singer/guitarist Tommy Hull and bass player Randy Chertow met in 1976 and began playing in local clubs as the Randy Band in 1977. Chertow cites early Memphis pop-rockers the Scruffs as inspiration and competition, but the Scruffs left Memphis for the New York scene in 1978, discouraged with the lack of live music outlets in Memphis for any band that didn’t play boogie or metal.

The Randy Band played Uncle Ernie’s, the Cosmic Cowboy, Prince Mongo’s, the Oar House, the Midtown Saloon, and even numerous times in the pub at Rhodes College. But it was at the Well that they found a sympathetic, interested audience, consisting mainly of teenage girls and friends of Chertow’s, who was an expert at getting the most unlikely people together in social and musical situations.

By 1979 the group consisted of Chertow, singer Hull, guitarist Ricky Branyan (formerly of the Scruffs and glad to be back in Memphis), and a number of drummers that came and went. With Branyan’s boyish good looks, Hull’s expertly crafted and catchy pop songs, and Chertow’s melodic bass playing (people often joked that the Randy Band had two rhythm guitarists and a lead bass player), the band started pulling good crowds with regular weekend bookings at the Well. People still speak of those early Well performances in glowing terms; it is a shame that the Randy Band’s sound was never adequately documented on vinyl (this was before CDs, folks). But they did start things rolling at the Well, soon attracting the attention of other Memphis bands desperate for a new place to play.

Tav Falco’s Panther Burns had just formed in early 1979 and were looking for somewhere besides a cotton loft on Front Street to play. Falco’s crew noticed the rather large crowds the Randy Band was drawing and wanted to be a part of that scene. They also noticed the growing numbers of teenage girls attending Randy Band gigs, but that’s another story.

So the Burns and the Randy Band started sharing weekend dates at the Well. During this period Duran would occasionally pull the power on the Panther Burns when they got particularly noisy and unmusical (which was pretty often in 1979). Duran had no problem ejecting unruly drunks from his club or offensive musicians from the stage. He would always let performers know when they had gone too far and if they didn’t quit then, he would make them stop one way or another.

Memphis all-girl band the Klitz, got in on these Randy Band/Panther Burns bills too. The Well was very much a drunken social club in those early days, with band members swapping out both musically and sexually, quite a lot like other developing punk scenes across the country at that time.

The Well gave the Memphis scene something of a working-class orientation to go along with the expected dose of drink, drugs, noise, and excessive emotionality. Older regulars from the Good Time Charlie’s/Mousetrap days still hung out at the bar in the afternoons for cheap beer, and if they got particularly drunk they would often stay for the band sets on Friday and Saturday nights. Band members were often treated to impassioned critiques of their estimable musical talents from the happy-hour regulars who were too drunk to get off their bar stools and crawl home. Some of the Well musicians also started dropping in early to drink and debate with the older crowd who came in during the afternoons. A number of unlikely friendships between redneck barflies and punk-rock irregulars developed during those foggy happy hours.

When the legal drinking age in Tennessee changed from 18 to 19 in 1980, the problem of underage drinking raised its head. The police started making regular late-night raids at the Well checking for underage drinkers. More than once Duran came close to losing his beer license.

Tiring of the aggravation, he decided to sell his interest in the club to local hair stylist Jimmy Barker, who wanted to turn the Well into more of an arty new music club. With financial backing from Phillip Stratton, Barker opened the Antenna in March 1981 with a show featuring Memphis’ Quo Jr. and rockabilly trend-jumpers the RockCats (at the time featuring New York Dolls drummer Jerry Nolan).

Plastic forks hung from the ceiling (the health department later made Barker take them down); the walls were painted black; the mirror behind the stage was gone (a memento from the bar’s earlier tenure as a strip club); and there were television monitors showing what soon came to be known as “videos.” Barker’s videos featured himself and a number of his friends dryly emoting in front of a static video camera. From March 1981 until the Antenna closed, the bar featured these monitors which were turned on immediately after bands played; those flickering images were often on during bands’ live sets as well. This practice had a disconcerting effect after a while, especially when one of your favorite bands finished a set and a Duran Duran video came on immediately afterward. Many people got their fill of rock videos at the Antenna long before MTV killed off popular interest in the form. But it was one of those things you got used to if you spent any time there.

BARKER CHANGED MORE THAN JUST THE look of the club; he booked national acts at the Antenna. Previously the Well had featured Memphis bands exclusively, allowing a rather fragile scene to develop musically and commercially without competition from out-of-town groups.

A few weeks after the Antenna opened, Barker booked the Brides of Funkenstein, who put on an extravagant show, the likes of which most Well customers had seen only on television or in live concerts at larger halls.

Of course, Barker lost money with this practice, and soon partner Phillip Stratton was looking for someone else to help him with the more mundane aspects of club management. Enter Steve McGehee from Frayser.

McGehee, who had worked for a number of years at TGI Friday’s, was looking for a club to manage. Barker was forced out rather abruptly and McGehee took over the day-to-day operations of the club in June 1981 with Phillip Stratton remaining a partner until 1984, when McGehee bought him out. The Antenna remained McGehee-family-owned and -operated until it closed.

McGehee booked a combination of local bands along with national and international acts. He recalls using Bob Singerman’s New York-based booking agency a lot in the early days. More often than not, agents would call him with a group they wanted to book at the Antenna.

As the years went by, McGehee saw more contracts and riders from the out-of-town acts that appeared there. When the Irish group Hothouse Flowers played, he had to add some extra stage planking to accommodate a rented grand piano they insisted on having; he had to have the piano tuned as well. German noise-rockers MDK played the Antenna in 1983 and insisted that Steve provide a meal, shoving a copy of their contract in his face and saying,”McGehee, feed us.” He obliged with a few of “Burrito Bob” Holmes’ special burritos that were languishing in a freezer in the club’s little-used kitchen. They ate them greedily and in appreciation flooded his bathroom and stole several pairs of blue jeans after they stayed at his house.

The Antenna became a regular stop for SST record-label bands in the early to mid-’80s. Black Flag played there numerous times with Henry Rollins before he turned into a professional careerist and self-promoter. Word of mouth played a part in bringing national groups to the Antenna. Touring bands would tell other groups that the Antenna was the best place (or only place) to play in Memphis.

In 1991, McGehee produced T-shirts to commemorate the club’s 10th anniversary. On the shirts was a list of every band that played the Antenna during that period. McGehee compiled the list from booking calendars and memory. Looking at that list now one sees the names of groups that have gone on to sell millions of records as well as obscure loser bands that played once and then broke up.

R.E.M. played the Antenna several times. The band once called Tav Falco to see if the Panther Burns would be interested in opening for them. Falco, who had never heard of them, passed on the offer.

Davis McCain’s (of Easley Recording) band Barking Dog took that opening spot and even supplied the PA which R.E.M. blew that evening. Those were the days before Michael Stipe and his boys became college favorites, and they often played in an intoxicated state on stage. By the time their first IRS album was released in 1983, they were pulling crowds too large for the Antenna to accommodate. But Steve McGehee had them first and their recently fired manager, Jefferson Holt, used to take the door for them, even lending beer money if you were broke and particularly desperate for a beer.

THE CLUB DEPENDED ON LOCAL bands for the most part, of course. The Crime and Calculated X were big draws in the early ’80s, peddling Memphis versions of power pop and British synth rock respectively. Hipper bands may have looked down on these two, but they also envied their ability to fill the Antenna to capacity. The Panther Burns waxed and waned in their drawing power over the years at the Antenna.

“You either hated or loved the Panther Burns,” McGehee says. “They were either really good or really bad. There was no in-between with them. The same was true of the Modifiers.”

Probably no other Memphis band personified the Antenna better than the Modifiers. The core of the group was singer Milford Thompson and guitarist Bob Holmes with second guitarists, bass players, and drummers coming and going. They played a brand of music that could best be described as a cross between Ferlin Husky and Black Flag years before the current interest in bands that rock up country sounds.

Unfortunately for them, the Modifiers were ahead of their time, and after an extended period in Los Angeles in the mid-1980s, they broke up.

“People would get mad at me for always booking the Modifers as an opening act, but I didn’t have to pay ’em anything,” McGehee recalls. “They played for beer. They would show up at noon for soundcheck and by 5 p.m. they would be so drunk they could barely see.”

The Antenna was more than just the bands that played there. Steve’s sister, Robin, tended bar in a cheerful manner and served countless drunks who never stopped trying to pick her up.

The Antenna had a reputation as a violent club, but in reality there were few fights in the bar, quite a feat when one recalls the sheer volume of drunken Memphians who came to the club for the express purpose of “punkin’ out.” Rebel from Frayser took money at the door and always had a good story for anyone who cared to listen. And finally, there was broken-hearted Rowena (immortalized in a Modifiers song of the same name) who sat at the bar night after night looking for a kind word or gesture.

In 1988, the state of Tennessee assessed McGehee a rather large amount in unpaid sales taxes, effectively keeping the Antenna in perpetual bankruptcy until it closed. No matter what resentful musicians may have thought at the time, McGehee did not make a fortune running the Antenna.

“I lost more than I made,” he says. “I promise you that. A lot more.”

McGehee married in 1988 and started a family, putting a further financial strain on his situation. He recalls that on St. Patrick’s Day 1991 he was ready to close the club down, but he asked his brother Mark if he would take it over for him. Mark McGehee stayed on until the Antenna closed.

Mark had to scramble for bookings while local groups played at the New Daisy and other Memphis venues. Steve recalls that Club Six-One-Six seemed to take away a lot of his business after it opened with a similar format as the Antenna.

By June 1995 the brothers McGehee, tired of the struggle, decided to sell the bar. It reopened later that year for a brief period as the Void, and former Barristers owner Chris Walker ran it as Barristers Midtown for a few months during the spring of ’96. Currently the club is known as the Madison Flame. Local bands appear there on an irregular basis.

Essentially the club’s history came to a halt in 1995 when the McGehees threw in the towel.

“It got to be more of a hassle trying to pay off the back taxes than it was to keep it open. I only regret that more people didn’t hear and see the stuff I did there because there was some incredible music that happened in that place,” Steve McGehee says today. “I remember many nights when I was in there by myself seeing great bands and saying I can’t believe there’s nobody here to see these people. Now there were also a lot of times when I wished I wasn’t there. But great bands would come and go and nobody would ever know it.”

And what ever happened to Barry Bob anyway? (Ross Johnson was a drummer with Panther Burns. His retrospective on that band appeared in the February 1-7, 1996, issue of the Flyer.)

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All Is Vanity

The best country and rockabilly music is one step from crazy. Jeff Evans and Ross Johnson have each walked miles of those crazy steps. Witness their new album Vanity Record on Spacecase. Songs that became classics, whether cult or for real, become intentionally cringe-worthy with only a little nudge from an insolent master.

“He’ll Have To Go” is a sturdy laying down of the law in the hands of Jim Reeves. When Evans and Johnson tackle the song, you can imagine the protagonist hanging up the phone and getting his ass kicked by a waitress an hour later. It’s oddly more real. It’s hilarious. If Evans and Johnson make the song their own, that should not come as a surprise. Evans is encyclopedic on the topic of who recorded what and when.

“A few years ago there was that Dylan documentary,” Evans said. “If you played ‘House of the Rising Sun’ — it was on his first album — it was associated with Dylan. And I guess it was known around Greenwich Village and the East Coast, where Dave Van Ronk had been playing it for years. And I could go on an on. It’s nothing new.”

When Evans, who now lives in Como, Mississippi, came to Memphis from Ohio, he learned that truth when he encountered Jim Dickinson.

“It was like history repeated itself here. I knew of Jim Dickinson from the Dixie Fried record. Years ago, our band the Gibson Brothers played ‘Casey Jones.’ But we got it from the Furry Lewis recording. Then we came to Memphis and found it was a staple of known cover songs among the guys older than me. We came by it honestly. So I laughed at having just found out that the train track that runs in front of our house is the track that Casey Jones made his final run on. That was kind of surprising. And there was this song that he credited to J.B. Lenoir: ‘Down in Mississippi Where I Come From.’ I never heard the original, the J.B. Lenoir. That was my point on the liner notes: that Dickinson, in taking a song and claiming it, was kind of like ‘I own it now.’ I guess that was a thing.”

Vanity Record was recorded at Dickinson’s Zebra Ranch studio in 2008. The sessions feature Adam Woodard, John Paul Keith, and Greg Roberson. Dickinson played some guitar and piano and sang on the record too. The delay in releasing the record makes its publication all the more important.

“This was an album that almost didn’t make it,” Evans said. “We’ve got some new people [with Spacecase] who put out another recording I did in 2001 with the C.C. Riders. They did something with Alicja Trout, a 45, I think. So we’ve got some people in California who believe in us and think we have some talent. That’s nice to find.”

Evans and Johnson are both fixtures of the Memphis music scene. The Flyer has interviewed Johnson twice recently, which is editorially unconscionable. So, this time, we caught up with with Evans. My first memory of Evans involves him sprawled across the hood of a hearse parked in front of the Antenna Club.

“I had two hearses,” Evans said. “Then a guy in the band bought himself one. So, in the apartment building, it drove the neighbors nuts just to have to see these things parked on the street all the time. But there is a fine Memphis tradition: The back of one of Sam ‘The Sham’ Zamudio’s records had a hearse.”

[In 1966, in an interview with Roger Elwood for Teen Trends, Zamudio said, “Once, I fell out of a hearse (the one I use with my act) doing 65 miles an hour. I went out on my hands and knees … skidded about 200 yards on my back … broke my leg. According to everything reasonable, I should have been killed. Yet I survived.”]

“I think his was a Packard,” Evans continued. “I was at Empire Pawn on Summer Avenue. At the time, I had the hearse. I didn’t have an extra car. It was a ’74 Cadillac. So Sam the Sham was in the pawnshop looking around. I think by that time he had become a preacher and was teaching guys who were at the penal farm how to read. You know, preaching and stuff. So he goes, ‘Hey, is that your hearse, man?’ It was cool to meet him during the time when I had the hearse. I guess the hearse has a distinguished tradition in music.”

Evans is also an acolyte of rockabilly curiosity Charlie Feathers.

“You have to picture 30-something years ago: There was no Internet. Trying to collect records, especially Charlie Feathers records, they were only produced at about 300 at a time. His stuff was rare and was collected by collectors even in the 1950s.

“I drove a truck all over the state of Ohio. So I got to look for records on my boss’ dime while I was waiting on pick-ups. Somewhere in Ohio, I found a two-volume, two-record set. It was two sets of LPs. By this time, some of the records had been made in the 1970s. So his hair was white. You pictured a bar band at the Vapors club or Hernando’s Hideway, but playing really weird music. The other thing was that his son Bubba was playing guitar. He was probably a teenager then, playing traditional blues and the rockabilly stuff. But he’s playing a wah-wah pedal. He’s really cutting up on it. So they were the craziest records.

“There’s a book called Lost Highway by Peter Guralnick. It talks about [Feathers] being an ex-race car driver, an ambulance driver, and Sun recording artist, who was playing at a place called the Hilltop on Lamar. He’s talking about Charlie’s set. When I moved to Memphis, I got to see him play a couple of shows: one at the Vapors club and another at the Americana club. It was his 60th birthday. One time he was really well-behaved and the other he was so critical of the band that he walked offstage. And his son was in the band.”

Evans, an Ohio native, served hard time on the Memphis music scene in the late 1980s through 2010, when he moved to Como.

“In 1986, Tav Falco invited us to one of Misty White’s Hell on Earth Halloween parties. Antenna had a Halloween show the next night. We drove down from Ohio and played both shows. Tav Falco was known for those great silkscreen, fluorescent posters that he would make. We were added to the bill later. So, we had this great poster that said “Hell on Earth … And Gibson Brothers.” Obviously, he had scratched it onto the negative. It was so tiny that you’d have to take a Sherlock Holmes magnifying glass to see it. We’re on the poster. But it’s so tiny. We were happy to come and play. It was a neat scene. You know Hell on Earth; it was probably a dozen bands on the bill. So it went until six in the morning. Coming from Ohio, we just thought Memphis had this amazing music scene.”

Jeff Evans and Ross Johnson will perform at Bar DKDC on Saturday, February 8th.

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Rising Star

Hanna McCarthy got called into the principal’s office. The White Station High School freshman had been outed for making a racket that got citywide attention. But she wasn’t in trouble.

“I was on Kacky Walton’s Checking on the Arts program on WKNO, and I mentioned White Station,” said McCarthy, who records under the name Hanna Star. “One of the teachers heard it and was asking other students, ‘Who is Hanna Star?’ Some of my friends were like, ‘Mrs. Poe wants to know who you are.’ Apparently she went to the 9th grade principal and asked her.”

McCarthy is an accomplished songwriter who just landed her first record deal. But she’s not one to brag.

“Hanna’s too shy to talk about herself,” said her father, filmmaker and illustrator Mike McCarthy.

“Too smart,” added Ross Johnson, Hanna’s drummer, spiritual advisor, and the link between her and her new single on Spacecase Records.

To those who know Hanna and her dad, this is notable if not exactly surprising. Mike is an indefatigable artist and promoter whose commitment to the creative life is earnest and intractable. Hanna grew up in this environment, and, if her dedication to her craft seems beyond her years, it’s not beyond her place.

“I think it was a product of my environment and all of the things that I was exposed to,” Hanna said. “Like having creative parents. That’s what we did: We went to creative events. I’ve been singing for as long as I can remember. There are old videos of me making up songs about the trees outside and just what ever I saw. I used to have cassette tapes and make my own radio shows with my own songs. When I was younger, I would draw and do other stuff too, but music was the thing that stuck with me. That was what I was good at.”

Through her father, Hanna has worked with some of Memphis’ most renowned indie-music players.

“The first time I recorded was at Adam Woodard’s studio, which is different from the one he has now. I was 11 years old. He did instruments on it, and his son Alden and my dad did background vocals. It was two songs. ‘Butterfly of Mine’ and ‘Life of a Hero’ were the first songs that I got to record in a professional setting. I was really nervous, but it was still fun. He’s extremely talented. On the latest songs, he came back and played bass and worked on some of the arrangements.”

She worked with Alicja Trout and Paul Taylor on a series of songs at Jeff Powell’s much-bereaved Humongous Too studio, which was shuttered to make way for another brewery. Krista Wroten and Jana Misener of the Memphis Dawls added violin and cello parts to those sessions and a video was made for “Deep in the Meadow,” a resetting of the lyrics from the Hunger Games series of books. Those recordings were lost in a computer hard-drive mishap.

Late last year, Hanna launched a Kickstarter campaign to cover the costs of some new recordings.

“I was sort of nervous when we were getting close to the end of reaching our goal, wondering: What if we don’t make it?” Hanna said. “But we ended up going a little bit over. I was really proud.”

The latest recordings have crystallized her talent close to home. Everything was recorded a few blocks from her home at Music + Arts studio with Daniel Lynn and Woodard producing. The new songs feature Johnson on drums, Georgia Coles, Adam Woodard, and Jonathan Kirkscey and Jessie Munson on strings.

“They are just amazing on strings,” Hanna said. “We did three new songs. I think we’ll have two on the new single and seven on the download.”

Working with older musicians does not bother Hanna, and the latest tracks find her working with some of her peers.

“One of my friends who played on my record, Georgia Coles, played piano on three of the songs that I recorded at Music + Arts. She’s the same age as me. I’m about to turn 15. I have a lot of friends in school, and I have after-school activities. I’m in choir, and most of my musically inclined friends are in choir with me. I have a lot more friends who are into music now than I did when I was younger.”

Hanna’s music compliments her schoolwork, which she takes very seriously: “Each thing has to be taken step-by-step. It’s frustrating because I’m so busy. I’m still in school and clubs, and there are tons of other things to think about at the same time. But I still want to make time for it. My dream would be to get a choir scholarship to go to music college. My dream college would be Boston Berklee, to meet other musicians who have the same goals as me and use that to get ahead in life.”

For someone who first went into the studio at age 11, the development of her songs has paralleled her mental development. Now reaching 15, Hanna can see the increasing complexity in her craft.

“I definitely think it’s shown up. There’s a transition in the songs. It’s a lot to figure out. At this point, I really don’t know how to think about it or process it because it’s so new to me still. I have been at it for a long time, but my mind hasn’t been able to figure out what to think about it. I recently wrote a new song, about three weeks ago. Altogether, I’ve written 10 songs.”

As far as the record deal goes, Hanna has Johnson to thank for the introduction to the label. Johnson had just found Spacecase in Oxnard, California, during last year’s Gonerfest. Johnson and Monsieur Jeffrey Evans had searched for a label for five years for the recordings they did with Jim Dickinson at his Zebra Ranch studio in 2008.

“We’re pleased to be on a small label that’s putting out a lot of Memphis stuff,” Johnson said. “They are very happy about this. And we’re pleased that Hanna is on the label.”

“Ross said you should talk to Ryan in Oxnard,” said Mike. “I texted Ryan and he said call me. So literally, while Hanna’s final mixes were being done, I was standing in the lobby of Music + Arts negotiating a record deal. He said I know about your movies, and if Ross is playing on it, it sounds like something I’d want to put out.”

Hanna is thrilled and loved working with talented, old geezers.

“My friends all have such different tastes in music,” she said. “I feel like if we played music, by the time we were done, we wouldn’t be friends anymore.”

“What I like about playing with Hanna is that she doesn’t notice us very much,” added Johnson. “She just starts playing and we follow. I want to gossip the whole session. She brings out the teenage girl in me.”

Hanna Star will perform at the Memphis Songwriters Showcase on Friday, January 31st, at Jack Magoo’s. hannastar.com

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Reigning Sound Returns

Reigning Sound ringleader Greg Cartwright played an impromptu acoustic set at Goner Records Friday, November 30th, in part to celebrate the completion of the band’s most recent album. The former Memphian, now comfortably ensconced in Asheville, North Carolina (asked before his set if he were tempted to move back, he charitably responded that he loves visiting Memphis), played with his band at the Gibson Beale Street Showcase over Thanksgiving weekend, then spent the following week holed up at Ardent‘s Studio C, with Doug Easley engineering.

The newly bearded Cartwright said during his Goner set that the new album would be released via the In the Red label in late spring. After spending time in the past year backing up (and, in Cartwright’s case, producing and writing for) former Shangri-Las singer Mary Weiss and keeping the Reigning Sound section of record-store racks stocked with outtakes (Home for Orphans) and live (Live at Goner, Live at Maxwell’s) discs, this will be the band’s first album of new material since 2004’s Too Much Guitar.

The Reigning Sound isn’t the only high-profile Memphis-connected band that’s been in the studio working on an early-2008 release. The North Mississippi Allstars have announced that their next album, titled Hernando, will be released on January 22nd. The band’s first studio album since 2005’s Electric Blue Watermelon, Hernando will also be the first released on the band’s own label, Sounds of the South. The album was produced by Jim Dickinson in September at his Zebra Ranch studio.

If you missed ambitious local rock band The Third Man‘s record-release party for its new album Among the Wolves at the Hi-Tone Café, you can make up for it this week, when the band plays an early-evening set at Shangri-La Records. The Third Man is set to play at 6 p.m. Friday, December 7th, and it’ll be interesting to see how the band’s epic, guitar-heavy sound translates to a more intimate setting.

The Memphis Roller Derby will take over the Hi-Tone Café Saturday, December 8th, for their second annual “Memphis Roller Derby Ho Ho Ho Burlesque Show.” In addition to skits featuring the Derby gals, there will be plenty of musical entertainment as well. Longtime local-scene drummer/commentator Ross Johnson, fresh off the release of his “career”-spanning Goner compilation Make It Stop: The Most of Ross Johnson, will be backed by an “all-star” band he’s dubbed the Play Pretteez. Johnson also will retreat back behind the drum kit alongside Jeff Golightly, Lamar Sorrento, and Jeremy Scott in a British-invasion style band called Jeffrey & the Pacemakers. Rounding out the music will be electronic dance act Shortwave Dahlia and DJ Steve Anne. Doors open at 9 p.m. Admission is $10.

Australian Idol winner and MemphisFlyer.com celebrity Guy Sebastian has released his Ardent Studios-recorded debut The Memphis Album, crafted with MGs Steve Cropper and Donald “Duck” Dunn headlining a terrific Memphis studio band. Sebastian clearly loves Memphis soul, but his take on the genre is too respectful and too unadventurous for his own good. He sings only the most identifiable hits (“Soul Man,” “In the Midnight Hour,” “Let’s Stay Together,” etc.) and mimics the original recordings too closely. Still, it’s a better Memphis tribute than actor Peter Gallagher’s. Sebastian will be taking the core of his Memphis band — Cropper and Dunn along with drummer Steve Potts and keyboardist Lester Snell — on an Australian tour starting in February.

The Stax Music Academy‘s SNAP! After School Winter Concert will take place at 7 p.m. Saturday, December 8th, at the Michael D. Rose Theatre at the University of Memphis. Stax Music Academy artist-in-residence Kirk Whalum will be performing alongside the kids, as will soul singer Glenn Jones. Tickets to the SNAP! concert are $5 and are available through the Soulsville Foundation development office. Call 946-2535 for details.

Finally, congratulations to the New Daisy Theatre‘s Mike Glenn, who is the only Memphian receiving a Keeping the Blues Alive award from the International Blues Foundation this year. The awards will be presented February 2nd during International Blues Challenge weekend.

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The Baron of Love

Ross Johnson is weak and afraid. At least that’s what he says repeatedly in his sardonic new lyrics for the classic elevator jam “Theme from ‘A Summer Place'”: “Boys and girls laughed at me because I was weak and afraid,” he chants. “It’s a lifestyle that’s working for me.”

Johnson, the mild-mannered University of Memphis librarian and elder statesman of Memphis punk, lets his listeners know that he’s okay with being a useless screw-up so they can be okay with it too.

“There’s trouble in this here world,” Johnson further confesses in a recording called “Naked Party,” “but the payoff,” he adds, explaining justice as he understands it, “is that you get to go to a nekkid party once in a while.”

In the liner notes for Make It Stop: The Most of Ross Johnson, Goner Records’ hysterical, perfectly paced 24-track retrospective of Johnson’s often bizarre but always entertaining output, former Memphis Flyer music editor John Floyd describes the dark, confessional content as being uncomfortably personal, even for people who don’t know the artist and have no idea that his rantings are, to a large extent, painful autobiography. As accurate as Floyd’s assessment sounds, Johnson’s on-again off-again bandmate Tav Falco, leader of Memphis’ art-damaged psycho-roots band Panther Burns, has the definitive take.

“Not since Lenny Bruce and Lord Buckley have I knelt before the shrine of crossed funny bones, wicked innuendo, and hep diatribe like I kneel before the altar of Ross,” Falco says. “[Johnson’s lyrics] bristle with salty perceptions, uncanny epiphanies, and hysterical distortions over which a dark and unutterable muse presides.”

Not one to be easily categorized, Johnson sets the record straight. “It’s just a bunch of yelling,” he says after a few fumbling attempts to say something smart. “That’s what it is. It’s a bunch of yelling.”

But, as yelling goes, it can be glorious, like Jerry Clower, the loudmouthed hayseed comedian, reading boozy short fiction by Denis Johnson and Raymond Carver. Kent Benjamin, a former Memphis scenester and writer for the Austin-based music magazine Pop Culture Press once acknowledged in print that the best parts of any Panther Burns show were when “Tav was out in the parking lot,” leaving Johnson and Alex Chilton on stage as a duo.” Chilton would riff away while Johnson would rant wildly to delight the handful of stalwarts who actually made it all the way through an early Panther Burns show.

Whether he’ll cop to it or not, Johnson is one of the founding fathers of Memphis’ rootsy Midtown punk scene.

“I am a source of gossip and a parasite,” Johnson corrects. “And I have been very lucky over the years to attach myself like a barnacle to a ship’s hull to some very talented people like Chilton and Jim Dickinson.”

For all of the self-deprecation, Johnson’s bona fides are in order. In the 1970s, he wrote reviews for Creem editor Lester Bangs. By the end of that decade, he was drumming for Panther Burns. He’s also the man responsible for the unhinged rant “Baron of Love Pt. II,” which may be the only truly brilliant part of Chilton’s interestingly uneven but generally over-praised novelty album Like Flies on Sherbet. He’s drummed for North Mississippi blues singer Jesse Mae Hemphill and pounded the tubs for a ragged, revisionist honky-tonk band called the Gibson Brothers, which featured both Jeff Evans and Jon Spencer. He was also an early imbiber and frequent performer at the Well, a blue-collar bar at the corner of Madison and Avalon that became the Antenna club, where Memphis’ punk-rock scene was born.

“I remember [Panther Burns] was playing the Western Steak House, and Charlie Feathers was there,” Johnson says, recalling the days when Elvis’ favorite restaurant was still open and serving up rock-and-roll and meat. “Tav said we were going to do the Charlie Feathers song ‘Tongue-Tied Jill.’ Well, Charlie just put his head down and said, ‘No, no, no, no, no.’ That’s when I learned that while applause is a real thrill, I also enjoyed negative attention.”

If negative attention is what Johnson craves, he’ll probably get plenty for Make It Stop, which, if taken at face value, might come off as the misogynistic ramblings of the most annoying alcoholic at the club.

“There were certainly moments I wished the barroom floor would just open up and swallow me when my love for the booing got too painful,” Johnson admits, allowing that the three predominant themes in his music are “the misuse of ethanol,” conflicts with women, and all the guilt and shame he feels about the aforementioned two things.

But Make It Stop isn’t all bad blood, bad livers, and bad intentions. The wonderfully offbeat collection features tracks as disparate as “Rockabilly Monkey Faced Girl,” which finds Johnson wildly shouting inspired gibberish in the spirit of honky-tonk savant Hasil Atkins, and a beautifully wrecked guitar-driven cover of Floyd Cramer’s classic “Last Date,” with R.E.M.’s Peter Buck in the driver’s seat. “Hash House Pallor” references loungy, horn-driven TV themes of the 1970s, while Johnson’s winking cover of the Gentrys’ “Keep on Dancing” quickly turns into a comic meditation on paranoia and “ass whoopings.”

“My parents are dead, but my sister is alive and she would be ashamed to hear the word ‘blackout’ used to describe the condition I was in when I recorded some of this,” Johnson gleefully laments, sounding like a Catskills insult comic falling on his own rapier wit. “Sometimes it’s hard to listen to.”

And it is. But all wincing aside, it’s extremely satisfying, and for the adventurous listener, it’s well worth the extra effort.