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The phrases "Just Sign On The Dotted Line" and "Who's Sorry Now?" could be chapter headings in the story of many a famous musician's life. In his recent mixed-media paintings -- which will be on exhibit at Lounge Ax beginning Friday night -- local musician and artist Jon Langford examines the ill-fated marriage of convenience that often takes place between a musician and his or her record company.
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Here's the essential difference between BR5-49 and the Waco Brothers, two bands devoted to hillbilly country: BR5-49 tiptoe around the grave of Hank Williams and lay flowers on the tombstone. The Waco Brothers decapitate a whiskey bottle, crank up the guitars and have a hootenanny on Hank's remains.
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In Steve Goulding's Logan Square flat, there are few reminders that the drummer holds a significant if often overlooked place in rock history, from his early days excavating the groove for London upstarts Graham Parker, Nick Lowe and Elvis Costello to his current timekeeping duties in Chicago favorites Poi Dog Pondering, the Mekons and the Waco Brothers.
But on an end table in the living room, there's a telltale hint of
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The visionaries at Chicago's Bloodshot Records have done more than their share in helping to hoist the Lone Star flag of awareness for what they have dubbed the "insurgent country" movement. High atop the label's twangy musical heap are the Waco Brothers (punk pioneer Jon Langford of the Mekons and Dean Schlabowske), who have come closer than many of their guitar-wielding peers to isolating the musical missing link between Hank Williams and Chuck Berry.
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The combination of rock and classical music usually sounds like finger nails being raked across a blackboard. There are always exceptions that break the rule, however.
The local Touch and Go-affiliated Quarterstick label--known for its roster of more confrontational, punk-originated acts like the Mekons, Henry Rollins, Volcano Suns and Pegboy--this month will release an exceptional,
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It is late Saturday night at the Double Door, and Sally Timms is singing in a pure, clear voice that might not sound out of place in a setting more refined than a rock club. It's not a particularly agile voice, but it bends plaintively in response to the chords underneath it.
The sound is dreamily persuasive, at times intoxicating-especially when it rises to grab a syllable in the chorus of a Brendan Croker song. "I don't want
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For a Life of Sin (Bloodshot)
For those who wonder what Garth Brooks has to do with country music, this disc's for you. These 17 songs by 16 Chicago-based country(ish) artists (including ringers like the Mekons' Jon Langford and Poi Dog Pondering) go for that cigarettes-and-whiskey feeling rather than production hocus-pocus. For every awkward throwaway there are two keepers. Freakwater refuses to succumb
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`Everybody's so in love/But they don't ever touch or meet."
So begins the Mekons' latest album, "I (heart) Mekons" (Quarterstick/Touch & Go), a barbed-wire valentine that examines both the tritest and the grandest of pop subjects: love. In the age of AIDS and virtual sex, "I (heart) Mekons" should be the soundtrack, both for its unflinching depiction of the times and for its poignant undercurrent of optimism.