This weekend Diverse Works is having a FUNdraiser with a really solid line up of bands. As you can see on your right, the line-up will have DJ Brett Koshkin, The Wiggins, sIngs, Wild Moccasins and a very very pissed off Jana Hunter. I don’t know why Jana is so pissed off in this flyer but she looks like she will kick my ass if I don’t go to this show. I tried to get to the bottom of Jana’s burning hatred of something by contacting Diverse Work’s operations manager Jon Read (who also performs as The Wiggins) but he wouldn’t answer any questions about this (likely out of fear for his life). He did though answer a few quick questions for us about the show, the bands, and Star Wars.
FPH – Explain the event: how it came together, what the money goes to, and maybe a little about Diverse Works for those who don’t know much about it.
Read -Diverseworks is an alternative non-profit art space. We show work by artist that risk being eclipsed by mainstream venues. DW relies on donations and grants, but due to this recession/ depressions, we, like many non-profit organization, are struggling. So, we are going to use the money to build a time machine to fix this whole mess from the start.. Or pay some bills.. whatever’s easier.
FPH – OK pretend each band playing is an action movie. You’re the writer and you have to make a quick pithy pitch to a Hollywood bigwig. Go!
FPH - JANA HUNTER…
Read - This time, its gonna’ be a blood bath..
FPH - WILD MOCCASINS…
Read - When they come..You die!
FPH – SINGS…
Read - The future.. Is in his gun.
FPH – THE WIGGINS…
Read - This summer, you can run, but where?
FPH – DJ BRETT KOSHKIN…
Read - Has your number!
FPH – You have a raffle going on that’s pretty funny in spots. My favorite is easily “dinner with Roy Mata and a guest”. I’m sure people will be fighting for that but what are the details? Are you going to his house for dinner? Is he taking you out? Or is this some kind of scam where Roy just shows up at your door and says “Hey, what’s cookin’?”
Read -If that’s what Roy wants..
FPH – Lastly, Wampa or Rancor?
Read – Which ever one will KILL George Lucas faster*.. Star Wars is the worst thing to ever happen to me.
DiverseWorks FUNdraiser! with Jana Hunter, Wild Moccasins, sIngs, The Wiggins, and DJ Brett Koshkin Saturday, August 27, 2025 @ Diverse Works 8PM $10 All Ages
* these views DO NOT reflect the views of Diverseworks.
]]>See here is the thing about SXSW, sure you have all the issues revolving around this big overblown marketing beast where small independent bands scream to be heard above the fray, but forget that. Put that aside and what you have at SXSW is this crush of humanity descending on our proud state capital every year to hear some great music and have a great time. I mean look at this fellow below.
Chris Gray – Responsible Writer
Yes, that’s our dear friend Chris Gray of the Houston Press working hard like the excellent writer he is. He’s got his press badges, his wristbands, and he blogged extensively throughout. Well, not us. No sir we are down in the trenches with you plebeians. While Chris was jumping from show to show in the evening, we had to pick our shows*, pay for each one, and drink like fishes at our homebase bar on 7th. While Chris was blogging extensively we were either too hungover to type in the morning or threatened with death for typing too loud at the early hour of 1PM. While Chris was bringing you the latest and greatest bands, we were discovering new uses for Guideon’s Bible that probably would fall under sacrilege in most denominations. So, no, you are not going to get the full SXSW musical experience here. Neither will you get a run down of all the silliness, weirdness, drama, and genuine party call me insanity of the weekend – this ain’t no personal blog. But here is a quick recap of what I got to see from Thursday and Friday. Blogger is being weird right now so Saturday’s recap will have to wait.
Thursday 19 April
Consider this a stand-in for all lame SXSW bands
Let this band take the place of all awful and middling bands of SXSW. Ya see, for all the good that you can find at SXSW, you can find something terrible. Now granted, the “Texas Rock” stage on 7th street is the worst crap you will ever hear at SXSW no matter what year it is and even these guys above couldn’t hold candle to that shit but in their own bar band/blues rock tropes kind of way they were pretty unbearable.
Elaine Greer’s death metal set at Casa de Gallo
Next stop was Casa De Gallo and when I got there I had JUST missed Giant Princess play. The setting was pretty nice – a small little home in an obscure street on the east side and there was a good representation of all your music friends relaxing while enjoying some food and music. Elaine Greer played a great set with Travis on bass being his usual jovial self and Austin lending his skills on guitar, accordion, and backing vocals. The room sounded great, the band delivered, and Elaine’s voice carried all the melody, wit, and intelligence of her songs with a charming grace. Of course, if you’ve read my columns or blogs, you’d know that this is nothing new. Buxton was to follow Elaine Greer but I had to leave to catch an old friend from Austin. No worries, you know as well as I that it’s an easy bet that Buxton would take no prisoners. Need proof? That new single they have coming out KILLS! When it comes out buy a copy, then you will truly know of this band’s might.
And finally here is one last image of the evening…
Friday 20 April
Friday ended up being my Battan Death March. Let’s just say, I paid for Thursday all of Friday and leave it at that but, using every possible method available to me, I plugged through. Still we did see some good bands along the way.
By chance Deer Tick was playing and given Tuesday’s show in Houston we figured we’d give them another chance and for me this was more a coming to terms with what Deer Tick has become show than anything else. I will say that the band opened with a version of one of the songs off his Jukebox Whore CDR that I hadn’t heard in ages so, for me, that was just one of those Oh man, I havent’ heard this in ages – I love this song kind of moments. And they closed with my favorite Deer Tick song which was played with all the ornamented beauty of the original. I think here is the thing about Deer Tick; they’ve become an Americana band. Gone is the signature subtle melancholy of his earlier work and in its place is a good Americana bar band. The kind of band that plays long aimless 12 bar blues songs and has frat guys high-fiving each other (Oh yes they did!). It’s a good band but it’s not the band I came to love. I’ll bet they get a bigger audience and they’ll be fine. So good sailing to you Deer Tick.
Jana Hunter
After that is was a race across town to see Jana Hunter at Domy books. I’d missed her Tuesday so I was glad to find that Domy was running a bit behind schedule. I mean c’mon you know Jana: that singular phrasing, that jangly guitar, the slow spacious emotional songs. Much like Lou Barlow’s set the prior night, Jana hailed in the cooler evening weather playing her haunting music as the sun began to fall and birds flew across the sky overhead. I couldn’t have asked for better.
My SXSW 2025 Posts:
Jameson and Lonsetar SXSW 2025 Part I: (Link)
*My band didn’t apply this year and so I didn’t ahve wristbands like I did last year.
Inside though was a much better scene…hell, it was a good showing of the Indie scene. Sharks & Sailors, Bring Back The Guns, Young Mammals, Wols, Wicked Poseur, Wild Moccasins, and Bright Men of Learning, to name a few bands all had members representing and the usual scene peeps all came out to welcome back Jana, see how everyone else was doing, and just enjoy the evening. The Petrol Station itself was a very nice little bar with a nice bartender, a decent selection of beers, and one of the regular patrons, Mike, was showing off his MRE to everybody. Of the scene peeps, a few people fared worse than others but generally the news was the same from everybody – no power, no power, and no power – and you can tell that everyone is more than ready for normalcy.
Perhaps that’s why this show was so necessary – we all needed a break. Lesser Gonzales even started his set saying “So I hear you guys are a bit bored.” His set was a sweet solo set of quiet introspective folk with some lovely chord changes and a soft spoken phrasing that accompanied the night air perfectly. Jana followed with a full band and apologized to the audience for Wicked Poseur being bumped from the line-up due to time constraints and for the band’s volume; “We’re usually much louder than this.” She then led the band through an abbreviated set of her songs with the casual intimacy of performing for friends in their living room which was not too far from the truth. The band played beautifully and at one point the band was improvising into a cascade of loops and what sounded like a train whistle perfectly in key off in the distance but that seemed improbable. Yet, when the band stopped and Jana segued into a song, that train whistle – clear as day – joined along perfectly. One person amused by it all shouted “Whooo!”, Jana smiled, and the band joined in. That was the moment that captured the evening where even the trains were singing and glad to hear Jana back in town; somehow that told us all that it was going to be all right. Thanks Jana of not giving up on the show. We all needed that more than you’ll ever know.
(Here are a few pictures. Flash felt intrusive so I refrained from my usual hundred plus shots that I then whittle down to few good ones. Still hey it’s something. )
Dead City Sound’s Chris Ryan with Petrol Station regular Mike and his MRE.
Jana Hunter in summer hurricane casual.
The show was short, sweet and justwhat we and the trains needed.
More pics on my flickr (link)
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Jana Hunter
There’s no Home
Ok. This album has gotten WAY too much press. Whenever someone becomes the media darling for little reason they need to get called out. This sordid amalgamation of poorly written melodies and redundant robot lyrics sat in my car for months until it slowly grew on me. I soon loved it. Then I hated it again. Shelby calls this “music indie chicks like to get fucked by.” That may be true. But that still does not explain the churning in my lower intestine. Pooh-pooh? Perhaps.
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