Filming a Video, Going On Tour, and Man-Boobs


Beef & Pie Trailers

Today I was over at Shawn Sahm’s house with Kevin Russell and Keith Langford filming a video for a song called Old School Austin Groove.  It appeared in the movie Crazy Carl and His Man-Boobs.  The movie and the video were directed by Mike Woolf.  The Crazy Carl movie is a documentary about an Austin eccentric.  However, it uses his story as a jumping off point to tell the history of the counter culture movie of the last few decades.  If you are at all interested in this city it is definitely worth checking out.  I saw it at its premier at Esther’s Follies and was really taken aback by it.  I have been living here now for a number of years and there was so much I didn’t know about the city in the movie.  And besides, who can turn down a movie that features man-boobs?

The Shinyribs band is hitting the road for the next couple days.  We will be in East Texas.  You can get the details at:

Shinyribs Tour Schedule

Some Thoughts On Recording

I was in the studio all day cutting a track for the upcoming tribute album to the late great Ted Hawkins.  There is no place I would rather be then the studio.  Today it was a crack commando unit backing up the singer of the Turnpike Troubadours, Evan Felker.  We knew the song we were going to do, and the key, but aside from that the arrangement was born in the studio.  It was pretty old school in that for basic tracks we just jammed until something sounded right, with Kevin Russell, who is producing, guiding our ship when we would get too far out.  It also never hurts to have an engineer like Stuart Sullivan running the technical side of things.  It was a good mix of thought and feeling today.  Never allowing the conscious mind to get in the way, but just enough thought so that the song ebbed and flowed in just the right way.

I like to do my homework before recording.  I like to know the chord changes so I’m not learning the song on the spot and wasting other people’s time.  I like to have a couple ideas stockpiled in my back pocket in case things hit a rut.  However, I am always happy to go another direction and land somewhere unexpected.    A song is like a frame.  There are certain boundaries that it dictates.  However, in that frame there are a lot of different ways that you can color it.  It is good to have a place to start from, but to not be afraid to throw everything out the window as new ideas present themselves.

When I am doing a session where I am just the bass player, I try to listen to the other musicians and be complimentary to what is going on.  I try to find that balance between giving someone what they want and making sure what I do is unique and interesting in some way.  I never want to take the focus off what is most important in the song, yet I don’t want to just deliver meat and potatoes, unless that is what is called for.  Sometimes you will find that the stock thing is what works, but I usually feel that arrangements are helped when everyone is adding a little bit of their personality to them.  The way that session players in places like Nashville play is just atrocious to me.  They may be technically amazing, but there is no soul.  I’d literally rather hear an electronic dance record by someone that knows how to make them than that shit.

So that’s what I did today, and what I’m thinking about.  I’m about to dive back into Ken Burns’s Civil War series.  Now for something completely different…

Media Diet and Rambling Thoughts

Huffington Post is still promoting the missing plane mystery as their headline.  How many days will this go on?!!!  I bet the cable news is having a field day with that too, though I don’t know for certain, as I don’t watch that shit!

I’ve been going on a media diet in recent years.  I cut out cable TV and I cut out radio.  These are two outdated forms that offer little if any value to one’s life.  When I listen or watch one of these formats I almost start believing my conspiracy theory friends that the media is manipulating us to make us dumber.  Songs riddled with clichés and Ken and Barbie dolls reading Teleprompters are running ramped over a demoralized public.

Did you see the singer form Hootie and the Blowfish has a country career now?  Who buys that stuff?  Who bought his Blowfish albums?  Kevin Russell calls this stuff golf rock.  Did anyone notice how metrosexual a lot of the male country stars are now?  I find that funny as their base is partially composed of redneck males who think they are tougher than the rest and are often homophobic.

I wish Hunter Thompson and Kurt Vonnegut and George Carlin were still alive.  They were of the rarified few that knew how to expose the great contradictions in our society.  This is an absurd country in many ways.  Our comedians have become our truth tellers and our newscasters have become our mindless entertainers.  Remember in a capitalist democracy we vote with our dollar a good deal of the time.  Support those things that bring value to your life and cut out on the fat!

The Making of A Manual for Defeat: Part 1

No Show Ponies new album, A Manual for Defeat, will be released tomorrow exclusively through  This is an album that was forged out of necessity.  That is both the necessity of expression and the necessity of circumstances that lead to the way this album was made.  This is a rock album about hard times, which was made by and for people that are going through them. 

My brother Ben and I moved to Austin about 8 years ago from Central Pennsylvania.  Although we had always played rock music, we started out in the Austin scene as an acoustic duo.  We slowly climbed up the Austin ladder, found band mates, and recorded the album The End of Feel Good Music.  We recorded that album with Kevin Russell and Keith Langford of Shinyribs and the Gourds.  We had cameos by such Austin luminaries as Jon Dee Graham and Jimmy Smith of the Gourds.  We had a successful CD release party and then a residency at the Saxon Pub.  Everything seemed to be going right, but then as often happens, trouble found us.  Our live band imploded. 

Suddenly we found ourselves without a steady band.  Although Ben and I never quit working, we found that we were lacking a distinct sound and direction.  Out of the blue, or possibly through an internet ad, the drummer Alex Morales walked into our lives.  He is a drummer with an encyclopedic knowledge of drumming.  His apartment looks like a drum museum.  He not only could play whatever crazy idea we had in our heads, but also could inspire us and push us in new directions.  He is the perfect drummer for the songs Ben and I write.  He has rock solid timing, a deep pocket, and more importantly he intuitively understands the kind of music we play, shares many key influences, and writes unique and distinctive parts for each song.  A band is only as good as their drummer and suddenly we had a great one. 

However, we were still lacking a distinctive sound.  I was on bass at the time and Ben was on acoustic.  At one practice, when Ben and I found ourselves alone with Alex, Ben decided to pick up the electric guitar.  All of a sudden, in about three songs, that sound that we were always looking for, but weren’t sure where to find it, came to life right in front of us.  My brother could jump with ease from beautiful chimy arpeggiations to blood thirsty noise solos.  We decided right then and there that we would remain a three piece.  We were limited in what we could do, but as often the case in art, limitation is the mother of invention.  While we always believed we could write and sing together, we suddenly, for the first time in a long time, had a “sound”. 

The next step that we knew we had to make was recording an album.  We asked each other how we could make a record that would do justice to the sound that we were hearing for the budget we had.  And the truth of the matter is that we had no budget.  The Great Recession had come through like a hurricane and wiped out whatever financial stability that we had.  Luckily I had the experience of recording with Ramsay Midwood on his quarter inch tape machine.  Shinyribs had recorded a song called Dollar Bill Blues for an English Townes Van Zandt tribute record.  In one day of working we had the song recorded, mixed, and ready for action.  There wasn’t the fussing about that plagues most recording sessions.  Most importantly the recording we did had a vibrancy and life that is missing in most modern recordings. 

I knew that if we had any chance of making a good record for a nonexistent budget, then this is the route that we had to go.  If we were well rehearsed we could knock out basic tracks within a couple days and end up with something we believed in.  For the next several months Ben, Al, and myself rehearsed like mad.  We got every song that we had into a definitive three piece arrangement.  Anything that didn’t work with only three instruments was thrown out the window. 

When it came time to record we picked the best songs we had given the arrangements that we had.  We also had our eye on the whole and picked songs whose meanings would be enhanced by the songs around them.  We wanted to make an album and not just a collection of songs.  Once we had the material where we wanted it, we contacted Ramsay, who picked engineer Seth Gibbs, and headed out for his house, where the first batch of songs were to be recorded…

To Be Continued…

The Day that Leadbelly Died

I was sent this today by David K. Langford.  Mr. Langford has just put out the amazing book Hillingdon Ranch: Four Seasons, Six Generations.  I saw it before it was released and the photography is simply stunning.  It’s about his family’s ranch and why land stewardship matters. 
Here is the link to the book:

Anyway, here is the information that he sent me:

December 6 … On this day in 1949, blues pioneer Huddie Ledbetter, popularly known as “Leadbelly,” died in New York City. Born in 1888, the son of a black sharecropper, Leadbelly grew up in Louisiana and East Texas before striking out on his own in 1901 to live the life of a musician. He eventually made his way to Dallas, where he met songster Blind Lemon Jefferson playing on the streets of Deep Ellum, the town’s notorious black district. In 1918 Leadbelly was sentenced to thirty years in the Texas penitentiary for murder, but Gov. Pat Neff pardoned him in 1925 after the blues player wrote a song in his honor. In 1930, however, Leadbelly was imprisoned again, this time in Angola, Louisiana, on an assault charge. It was here where pioneer recording archivists John Avery Lomax and his son Alan discovered the blues guitarist and recorded his songs for posterity. Leadbelly was soon released as a result of their appeals and eventually toured the country, thus bringing his work songs and spirituals to a wider audience and influencing new generations of songwriters and guitarists. In 1988 he was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.

I did not know it was the day that Leadbelly died.  Kevin Russell has gotten me into Leadbelly in the last several years.  I am particularly fond of the version he does of John Henry that is accompanied by accordion.  It sounds primal and ancient, like music from another world, full of mystery.


I’ve been meaning to tackle this topic for awhile.  If you have even a slightly agile mind, and I would put my mind somewhere dead center between the cretin Sarah Palin and the genius of Albert Einstein, roughly at the top of the bell curve, you are bound to see holes in arguments and strains of thought.  Whenever I read something I wrote I am often struck with the thought of, “Jesus I hope no one thinks of that!”  I have written things that make me cringe when reading over them.  However, I always know that at the time I wrote something I was as close to the truth of a subject as I could get given my momentary feeling.

I try to write as fast as possible, on pure inspiration.  I view the entries of this blog as outward looking diary entries.  I want to write as little about me, and as much as what I see going on in the culture as humanly possible.  I believe if you write about current events and other goings on with as much inspiration as possible, you will occasionally be dead wrong, but you will also occasionally touch on a truth that ponderous thinking will miss.  Sometimes if you think too much you may become a coward and except whatever the consensus is on a given topic.  There are other forms of writing that should examine the long game.  When writing a blog one should ponder as much while they are not writing, but leave conscious thinking at the door once your fingers start typing.  Blogging is a transitory form of writing.  One is not crafting a book or a scholarly article, unless your blog is actually set up as a place for scholarly arguments.

One of my favorite writers is George Orwell.  I once read, and I cannot for the life of me remember the source, that he was such a good writer that even when he was contradicting himself you tended to believe him.  I would not dare to ever think of putting myself in same sentence as George Orwell. (Although it appears I just did it without trying.)  He is the best of the best.  My point is that even the best of writers leave holes and spaces where their words don’t add up if you pay enough attention.

I have ridden a lot in the van with Kevin Russell.  He has the kind of mind that can pick apart and challenge an argument, even if he doesn’t believe in what he is saying.  He is great at playing devil’s advocate.  My own brother, Ben Brown, is also able to point out faults in my way of thinking with much consternation on my end.  It is good to have people around you that don’t simply parrot your thoughts.  When someone challenges what you think it will lead to either one of two outcomes:  It will possibly both sharpen your beliefs and make you hunker down, strengthening your position with more articulate expression.  Or you will realize that your way of thinking was wrong and it will send you back to the drawing board.  Both outcomes are positive.

But to get back to my original topic, even the best of writers are never dead on all the time.  A piece of writing should be viewed as something that starts a conversation, but does not end it.  You must dance and parry with writing.  Writing is a powerful thing that can shape your beliefs and make you see the world in a different way.  However, one should always read with a critical eye, realizing that a writer is always influenced by their unique time and place.  All writers are biased, even ones that claim not to be.  Given a writer’s particular bias, which may be large or small, do their words still ring true?  No one has written the Holy Bible.  In fact that book, which so many people take on complete faith, is littered with holes of reason, contradictions, and flights of fancy.  But that, shall we say, is another story…