Apparently, the opening of Toad's Place and The National have already moved heaven and earth because I never thought I'd see this day come. Yes, the Old 97's are coming to Richmond.
Billboard's review (from All Music Guide) of the Texas poppers' latest release lays out very plainly why this is a must-see show:
Rewind the clock to the early 1990s, when the Old 97's were not old in
the least and their charismatic, pinup-worthy frontman -- a struggling
musician sharing an apartment with Clark Vogeler of the Toadies -- had
yet to reconcile his dueling adoration for pop music and vintage
country songs. As the band rose to prominence, first in their native
Dallas and then in alt country circles nationwide, they displayed a
twangy vigor that fueled their early efforts. That vitality never quite
left, but it became tempered over the years -- tempered by the band's
hasty exit from Elektra Records in 2001, by Rhett Miller's subsequent
solo career, by the onset of fatherhood, by the steady encroachment of
middle age. Cutting back to 2008, however, the Old 97's sound youthful
and newly energized, having returned to Dallas and relocated that
beloved crossroads between twangy country rock and tight, economic
power pop. Blame It on Gravity is a homecoming of sorts, a revisit to
the sonic sweet spot that made Too Far to Care the ideal pop album for
people in cowboy boots, or the perfect country album for those who'd
never heard of Lyle Lovett and Gram Parsons. The album's timing is
impeccable, arriving during the same spring that saw the last published
issue of No Depression (which, incidentally, featured a story on the
band), and a nostalgic, souped-up re-release of Whiskeytown's
Stranger's Almanac. Both are bittersweet reminders that alt country's
golden days have faded into twilight, but the Old 97's remain
stubbornly relevant, having weathered their audience's changing tastes
and the record industry's changing priorities without losing a single
member.
The first time I saw the Old 97's was in San Francisco. I was supposed to be seeing Steve Malkmus. What good fortune that tickets were unavailable for the former Pavement frontman, because the Old 97's show might well have been on the best rock events in my adult life.
See you on July 27.
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