James Felice remembers how The Felice Brothers thought of themselves a decade ago when the band from Upstate New York went into New York to busk on subway platforms. “I think from the beginning we saw ourselves as more punk than folk,” he told Salon’s Scott Timberg.
Despite the warm, welcoming inclusivity of the name, Guts Club is a party of one. Lindsey Baker moved to New Orleans a little over a year ago from Philadelphia by way of Brooklyn, bringing to the South her unique brand of outsider folk or raw country. She doesn’t care what you call it; she really just wants to sound like Vic Chesnutt. “In my heart, I feel like I’m singing country songs,” she says.
[Updated] The tenth anniversary of Hurricane Katrina is being remembered in many predictable ways—concerts, speeches, parades, to name a few. Less likely is K10 on The Levee, a day of yoga and music that will take place at 500 Deslonde St. in the Lower Ninth Ward. Lauren McCabe organized the yoga, and +Aziz will provide the music for the 8 a.m. sunrise session and the 6:30 p.m. sunset session.
[Updated] Last fall, I interviewed Feufollet’s Chris Stafford for The New Orleans Advocate. The band had just finished recording its first album outside Louisiana—in Austin—and Stafford was excited by the band’s evolution. When Feufollet started, he and the rest of the band were kids; now they’re adults and their tastes have developed as well.
Victoria Williams has probably always been an acquired taste. Critic Robert Christgau gave three of her first four albums a B+, A- and A-, but his embrace of her talent was guarded. “Her roots are in Cajunland, so naturally she sings like a cross between Dolly Parton and Yoko Ono.