While I’m not a music lover in the same way that some people are (read: Beth), I do my best. In my early 20s, I started going to see local bands and discovered I had much more fun going to their shows than I did seeing national acts. Back in D.C. and out here in L.A., I’ve found various and sundry bands to follow, including:
- Never Never, a East Coast band that played a lot of Zeppelin covers
- Love Seed Mama Jump, a Delaware-based band that just effuses joy when they hit the stage (If you’ve ever been annoyed by Grateful Dead fans, you must hear the song “She Likes the Dead” on the Baked Fresh Daily album. Go home and make some granola!)
- The Big Angry, a hard-rockin’ LA band that had some awesome tunes
- Goddess Freak Ensemble, a gaggle of gals that crafted wonderful melodies
- Breech, an eclectic band with powerful lyrics and amazing vocals
- Nellie Bly, a side project from some of the Breech members
- Erin-Ann Scott, a singer-songwriter with a heavenly voice and beautifully rendered tunes
One band that I have been following for about 3 years has finally hit the big time. Their album was released nationwide today, and if you’re a fan of rock and roll, I highly recommend you check them out: Poets and Pornstars.
When I moved to L.A., I soon discovered the truth of the six degrees of separation rule, especially as it applies to musicians. Someone always knows someone else with a band. Through an old boyfriend, I found The Big Angry. After one of their shows, I met the lead singer of Goddess Freak Ensemble, who turned me on to Breech, Nellie Bly, Erin-Ann Scott, and Poets and Pornstars. Back in 2004, before I made it to any of the Poets’ shows, I went to be an extra in a Poets music video. The lead singer, Hal, was such a sweetheart, thanking me and my friend for coming to the video shoot, and he was dead sexy. The music was catchy and upbeat, too. I was sold.
Over the next couple of years, I went to several Poets shows at the Viper Room and acted the wide-eyed groupie. I felt so popular hanging out with the band, lusting after Tom, the lead guitarist, and joking with Hal and the bassist, Sally Hope. It was a lot of fun, except for the night when I lost my car keys at the Viper and the staff wouldn’t let me look for them because they had to close the bar. (Yeah, I’m still mad about that – it’s over $100 to replace Honda keys, dammit! Help a sister out.) It always seemed like Poets was close to making it big…and then nothing would happen.
In the last couple years, though, things have shifted dramatically. Poets and Pornstars started getting some airplay around the nation, they began touring outside of California, and they got the chance to open for Bon Jovi in L.A. Now, after many years of slaving away, their album is out and I feel like a proud parent.
So, as any proud mama would, I have to brag: check Poets out online at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, or Yahoo. Take a listen to their tunes. I especially recommend “Earthman”, a moving melody with great orchestral accompaniment. If you like the album, buy it. And tell ’em Moxie sent ya.