Boston, Providence, Tiverton and Elsewhere in Rhode Island

Katy's sister, brother-in law and their seven year old son live in Rhode Island. I had never been and Katy hadn't seen their new place out in Tiverton yet.

We hopped on a plane from Mexico City after a week of drinking beer and eating Consuelos at our friend's churrería was all wrapped up. The first order of business was to head downtown Boston to see shows by Future Islands, The National, Neutral Milk Hotel and a blurry memory of bars. There were also trains, drives through the country and BBQs.

The timing of this trip may have intentionally been planned, or just so happened to have worked out so that we could go see the Jays play at Fenway against the Sox. Walking through one of the most storied ballparks in the game was a special experience on its own. I would fly back for the overpriced beers and historic walls alone.

The visit here will be over after the weekend and the Caribbean will become home again. There are stories, but these photos will save me the effort and might just do the trick.


A Lady and The Ducks: Boston Common

Robin Williams' bench from Good Will Hunting

A sharpie memorial has been written into the bench from Good Will Hunting. We took a little stop by there, paid our respects for all the laughs and Katy took a seat on the pavement to add, "You're doing it, Peter!" to the list.

Rest easy, ol' boy.

Fenway Park, Jays vs. Sox

Tiverton, Rhode Island

Doc Feldman: Shame On You Doc For Holding Out On Us


This world has some fine music. Not enough to devalue the great stuff due to the bad, but still, it's out there. Given the volumes of genres and holy mess of artists, you mostly have to dig for it. Like gold, love, or a worthwhile ball club with a .500+ record, more often than not you come up with dirt.

Prospecting. Every once in awhile your claim will yield weight.

Your claim is your genre, your weight is the prize artist. The gold. In the case of the folk/americana claim, an area I almost exclusively prospect, there is lots to sift through. More and more daily. Doc Feldman is gold.

After hearing him for the first time, I wished he had an entire catalogue of albums to discover for the first time. You know, when you hear a song and say, "Who the hell is this?" and your friend replies, "What? You've got catching up to do, here are four more albums..."

Turns out he's just released his first solo album, so all we have to play on repeat is Sundowning at the StationNote: Feldmen was also the founding member of Good Saints, so if you like what you hear here, track them down.

I have a personality that likes repetition, familiarity or simplicity. I don't know what it is, my wife could explain it better. I hadn't really noticed it until she pointed it out. My closet is a stack of plain white shirts and black shirts. Denim, basically the same shade of charcoal. Shorts that mostly look the same. Ten pairs of the same boat shoes. I'm difficult to please, but commited. One grey sweatshirt is unwearable because the designer didn't get the length quite right, but another of the same tone is the only one I'll wear for a year until it's dead. When I find something I like, I hit repeat. In the first week of Doc Feldman's release, I'd listened to the album 20 times. There's only one other artist that'd beat out that kind of looped abuse and that's A.A. Bondy, likely my all time most repeatable artist.

Other than the praise above, I don't know what else to say about this fine piece of work. As far as discussing the themes of the album or what he's accomplished musically, I think other blogs can do better (seriously, check 'em out: When You Motor Away, Folk Radio,  Mad Mackerel, Slowcoustic, and on, and on). It's just good, good stuff. Doc, just keep making music and don't you dare stop.

Check out the album, Sundowning at the Station on Bandcamp and buy the damned thing. Also, you've got Facebook. Go over there and Like Doc Feldman's page and keep up to date with the latest.

Here's one more track for the road... 



Slowcoustic Produces a Goldmine of J. Tillman Covers

Before we get to the meat of the post, let's first address the photo above. One of my dearest pals, Tom Nugent happens to take some damned fine photos of people doing their rock 'n roll thing. This one here is a favourite of mine. Take a good look at that animal and you can get an appreciation for what's going on at that show. It's this one perfect moment of a man giving his all to a crowd, under a spotlight and microscope. The photo was taken at a recent show in Vancouver at The Commodore while J. Tillman now tours as Father John Misty. Say thanks to Tom for that little moment. Thanks, Tom.

And, Begin...

There's a music blog I frequent for new and old folk gems, maybe you go there too. It's called Slowcoustic and has archives back to 2008, so if you're looking for music from the, "Unhurried side of Americana/Alt-Country/Folk/Indie/Down-Tempo music", this is the place to go, and you have a lot of digging to do.

For all you J. Tillman fans, or all fans of folk in general, Slowcoustic has done you a favour and helped produce a J. Tillman collection of songs alongside some real fine musicians. The stack of songs is titled, Long May You Run, J. Tillman Revisited. The album also pulls its look from Tillman's own Long May You Run, a matchbook styled cover, limited run album from 2006.

Here's a photo of Slowcoustic's numbered copy of the KEEP Records' original release, and the artwork for the cover album.

Long May You Run, J. Tillman Revisited cover art.

You're wondering where you can go steal yourself a copy of this baby? Don't even worry, pirate. It's already free and available in its entirety on Soundcloud. Not just that streaming noise either, you can download each track and hit the road with them.

Below I grabbed a quote from Slowcoustic about the project and a few samples, including one from Doc Feldman, who I learned about in a post on Slowcoustic last in November. I've previously put up the two Show me Shows by Doc Feldman. If you haven't seen it them, get on it.

It defines what the hushed singer-songwriter would ever strive and hope to be. A place of comfort to me and I hope a place for many others.