I feel like I’m kinda phoning it in this week, because as pictures go this one is pretty bad.
Wednesday I actually got up off the proverbial couch and went out to see some live music; one of my favorites was playing at The Palace in downtown Missoula, Scott H. Biram. I’m glad I did go, because it was a great show. If you want to know what he is all about, this is from his website:
Rock ‘n’ Roll ain’t pretty and neither is Scott H. Biram. The self proclaimed ‘Dirty Old One Man Band’ successfully, and sometimes violently, lashes together blues, hillbilly and country precariously to raucous punk and godless metal.
Biram ain’t no candy-ass singer/songwriter either, sweetly strumming songs about girls with big eyes and dusty highways. HELL NO!!! His singing, yodeling, growling, leering and brash preachin’ and hollerin’ is accompanied by sloppy riffs and licks from his 1959 Gibson guitar and pounding backbeat brought forth by his amplified left foot. The remainder of this one-man band consists of an unwieldy combination of beat-up amplifiers and old microphones strung together by a tangled mess of guitar cables.
When I arrived, Scott was sitting at the bar by himself, so I sat with him for 30 or 40 minutes and just talked music and being on the road. We talked a lot about a documentary he is in called The Folk Singer – A Tale of Men, Music & America, from the folks at Slowboat Films. I’ve been meaning to write a blog about this movie — still will once I get a chance to watch it again. It was a great way to kick off the night; Scott is a great guy to have a conversation with.
Here’s some grainy video of him playing some Doc Watson (lighting at The Palace sucks):
Things almost went awry at one point during the show. I had just put my camera down for the song he was playing. All of a sudden this shot glass just comes flying out of the crowd and nails him; I think it glanced off the mic stand a little but impacted HARD against his guitar — the ’59 Gibson. Biram freaked, started yelling about who fucking through a bottle at his guitar, etc. then bolted out to stop the guy from getting outside. Half the crowd went that way too. I think the dude got away. Biram eventually calmed down, apologized, and got back to it. It was a bummer, but he handled it well. I don’t blame him. I wish the guy’d gotten his ass beat. That’s the thing I hate the most about going to shows — drunken morons.
Here he is playing some Woody Guthrie, “Pastures of Plenty”:
And here is a double shot of a couple of his own songs:
Finally, this is a clip I really like:
Great stuff. I’m glad I didn’t fall back on my lazy proclivities last Wednesday night.
Photo Finish Friday is the brainchild of writer/blogger Leah J. Utas.