Mule Season

As summer winds down, the Moscow mule — and its many variations — is the perfect drink heading into fall. Find out how local bartenders are taking the mule’s traditional ingredients of vodka, ginger beer and lime juice and giving them a fresh twist.

Also on the cover, make some sweet treats with recipes for maple carrot cake (p. 18) and fruity cereal cookies (p. 19). Or pour yourself a glass of wine to pair with fresh tomato dishes, p. 20. And find live music for your long Labor Day weekend in our Music This Week listings, starting on p. 27.

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Musical veterans band together as Once An Outlaw

The five members of Once An Outlaw have a long history in Southern rock. Macon, Georgia, native Chris Hicks played guitar with the Marshall Tucker Band for many years. Chris Anderson, born in Florida and raised in Spartanburg, South Carolina, spent time in the Outlaws, as did bass player Jeff Howell — who also toured with English blues rockers Foghat.

A.J. Vallee was mentored by Blackfoot drummer Jakson Spires and played in the Southern Rock All-Stars before joining guitarist Chuck Farrell in the Allman Brothers centric band The Peacheaters, called “the greatest tribute act in America” by Outlaws founding member Henry Paul.

“They capture the spirit and passion of the Allmans, and that ain’t easy,” he said.

With all that shared experience, however, it took time and fate to make them a band.

“We’ve all enjoyed being a small part of their legacies, and being able to go out and play these songs for people,” Hicks said of his membership in the Southern rock brethren, during a recent interview that included Anderson and Farrell. “Even though we’ve all been in these bands at different times, we’ve never really played together that much.”

Hicks was set to hit the road with Marshall Tucker this summer in support of Charlie Daniels’ Fire On The Mountain anniversary tour, but those plans were dealt a one-two blow — Daniels’ death and Covid-19. So when Farrell rang up Anderson with an offer for him and Hicks to head north and play a few shows, both were ready.

They left Nashville, where both currently live, in mid-August, arriving for an abbreviated Bike Week in Laconia. Five sold-out socially distanced shows “went really great,” Anderson said. “We had a ball. … People really seemed to enjoy it.”

Their sets featured a mixture of hits from the many groups they’ve played in, songs like “Green Grass and High Tides,” “Hurry Sundown,” “Can’t You See,” “Heard It In a Love Song,” “Take the Highway,” ”Slow Ride,” “Fool for the City,” “Tell Mama” and others.

Hicks was happy to leave hot and humid Tennessee to play for a live audience after months of down time.

“People are just ready to get out and see some music,” he said. “They’ve been quarantined for so long, you know there’s a lot of energy on both sides.”

He also relished an opportunity to jam with Anderson, whose resume includes Grinderswitch, Bad Company and Lynyrd Skynyrd.

“I’m not saying this to promote the show,” he said. “Chris Anderson has always been one of my favorite guitar players. You have to see him play to know what I’m talking about — it’s just a natural, very heartfelt thing.”

Unlike Hicks and Anderson, Farrell and Vallee are native New Englanders, and Howell hails from upstate New York. But geography doesn’t matter, Farrell said.

“It’s in you,” he said, adding he loves that “there’s no brain hemorrhaging with this music; you just go out and do it,” he said. “It’s a language — in the front it’s three guys playing guitar, with a great rhythm section and everyone having a good time.”

A native of the Allmans’ home base, Hicks discovered the harmony guitar and jam ethics of the genre at a very young age and was captivated. He was also taken with the freewheeling spirit evoked by the music and its players.

“In 1968, my great uncle told me, ‘The hippies have moved in down the street; let’s go look and see what they’re doing.’”

The Allman Brothers Band lived at nearby Idlewild South Farm, a commune that gave their first album its title.

“It’s right outside of Macon, which grows the best mushrooms in the world. That’s why they made their logo like that, they like them so much,” Hicks recalled. “The first thing I saw was a beautiful blonde girl naked riding a horse on the side of the road. I said, ‘You know what. this is gonna be pretty cool.’ It only got better from there.”

Featured Photo: Once An Outlaw. Courtesy photo.

Once An Outlaw
When:
Saturday, Sept. 12, 1:30 p.m. (Gates at Noon)
Where: Alpine Grove, 19 S. Depot St., Hollis
Tickets: $25 and up at alivenkickingprod.simpletix.com
The Bob Wolfman Band opens

The Music Roundup 20/09/03

Get festive: Warm up for the unofficial end-of-summer weekend with Slack Tide members Chris Cyrus and Mike Seavy. The jam band blends a wide range of elements into their sets, and Cyrus cites influences like Jack Johnson, Sublime and Reel Big Fish. He’s also a big fan of ’60s psychedelic rockers like Cream, Jefferson Airplane, The Doors and, of course, the Grateful Dead. Thursday, Sept. 3, 7 p.m., Penuche’s Music Hall, 1087 Elm St., Manchester, facebook.com/slacktideofficial.

New crew: Offering old-school country & western music, Route 603 debuts with a few familiar faces from the Concord music scene, featuring Mary Fagan singing lead on Hank, Merle and Cash covers, along with her own originals, backed by Tom Wright on Fender Telecaster and BJ Steinberg on pedal steel. Upright bass player Jock Irvine and drummer Ed Raczka provide rhythm. Saturday, Sept. 5, 7 p.m., Purple Pit Coffee Lounge, 28 Central Square, Bristol, facebook.com/jockirvinemusic.

Crossing over: When he’s not with his band Double Crossers, Paul Driscoll keeps busy as a solo performer, playing a lot around his home base of Milford, including an early show at the spot where he returned to live gigs in May, post-quarantine. Along with a tasty catalog of originals, Driscoll covers everyone from Tom Waits to Tyler Childers, Black Keys, Bruce Springsteen and Sawmill Joe. Sunday, Sept. 6, 9 p.m., Trombly Gardens, 150 N. River Road, Milford, facebook.com/doctordriscool.

Hand-picked: With a name taken from a line in the John Prine song “Paradise,” Peabody’s Coal Train is a local supergroup packed with rustic charm, with a set list ranging from old murder ballads to Townes Van Zandt covers. The band’s chemistry is obvious: six voices in harmony, exhibiting deft instrumental interplay and, above all, the joy of making music. Thursday, Sept. 10, 6 p.m., Jane Lewellen Bandstand, Riverway Park, Contoocook, also webcast on Facebook Live.

Bill & Ted Face the Music (PG-13)

Film Reviews by Amy Diaz

Bill S. Preston, Esq., and Ted Theodore Logan are way old, dude, but are still trying to write the song that will unite the world in Bill & Ted Face the Music, the 29-years-in-the-making sequel which is available in theaters and at home.

And — in an option that would be particularly appreciated for kids’ movies released via the Video On Demand model — you can rent or purchase the movie for home viewing (about $19.99 to rent, $24.99 to purchase and, via Apple, there’s an option to purchase all three Bill and Ted movies for just under $35).

Bill (Alex Winters) and Ted (Keanu Reeves) found success as the band Wyld Stallyns — but that success peaked some decades ago and since then they have been releasing increasingly meh albums and playing to ever dwindling crowds. At least they still have nice homes in San Dimas with their wives, Joanna (Jayma Mays) and Elizabeth (Erinn Hayes), who, as the movie reminds you, were medieval princesses who hitched a ride away from medieval times in the boys’ time-traveling phone booth back in the 1980s. Bill and Ted also have late-teen/early-twentysomething daughters: Bill’s is Thea (Samara Weaving) and Ted’s is Billie (Brigette Lundy-Paine). The girls are, it appears, best friends and dedicated music fans if not musicians themselves.

So life is OK, maybe — but apparently the future is not. Bill and Ted’s failure to write the song to unite all people is causing instability in space and time. Kelly (Kristen Schaal) arrives from the future to tell Bill and Ted that they have until 7:17 p.m. to write their big song or all of reality will collapse, as evidenced by the weird blips in time that have already started (George Washington disappearing from the crossing of the Delaware to reappear in place of Babe Ruth at a baseball game, for example). At least, Kelly, the daughter of Rufus, Bill and Ted’s original friend from the future (played in the original movies by the late George Carlin), believes that’s what needs to happen. Her mom, the Great Leader (Holland Taylor) from the future, thinks maybe Bill and Ted just need to exit the world of the living by 7:17 and in the service of that sends back a killer robot (Anthony Carrigan), Terminator-style.

That robot is maybe the best distillation of this movie’s blend of broad action and supreme goofiness. He is single-minded but not super good at his job and his reactions are fairly hilarious — blending the movie’s self-awareness and silliness.

Also a charming mix of self-awareness and silliness are Reeves and Winters delivering their late-1980s California teen accents and holding their Bill and Ted facial expressions with complete earnestness, especially since, hold on to your lattes fellow Gen-Xers, they are now in their mid 50s. They seem like they’re having fun with this goofy trip down memory lane and the movie has real affection for them. As in the previous two movies, we get current Bill and Ted meeting up with future Bill and Ted and the increasingly angry and bizarre versions of themselves that they meet are cartoony fun. Also as in earlier movies, we get historical figures (Billie and Thea try to help their dads by forming a band with the likes of Louis Armstrong, Jimi Hendrix and Mozart) and Death (William Sadler, reprising his role from Bill & Ted’s Bogus Journey), whose reunion with Bill and Ted is strained because they had some legal troubles when he left the band.

Bill & Ted Face the Music feels almost more like a public service, like one of those beloved comedy show Zoom reunions, than a real movie. It feels like it was designed to serve nostalgia and silliness and give you a 91-minute break from the world, which is exactly what it does. B

Rated PG-13 for some language, according to the MPA on filmratings.com. Directed by Dean Parisot with a screenplay by Chris Matheson & Ed Solomon, Bill & Ted Face the Music is an hour and 31 minutes long and is distributed by United Artists.

The New Mutants (PG-13)

Film Reviews by Amy Diaz

I got in my car and drove to an actual theater to see The New Mutants, a very “get ready for a five-part franchise!” movie about characters in an X-Men universe.

The movie didn’t offer me, a movies-only follower of the X-Men stories, any specific indication of when we are in the X-Men cinematic universe timeline and only the occasional mention of the X-Men by way of tie-in. Wikipedia says that while the movie once had sequel hopes, the Disney purchase of Fox means there probably won’t be a Part 2. So, a movie that feels like it wasted all its time on setting up characters that will never pay off feels especially like a missed opportunity.

Danielle Moonstar (Blu Hunt), called Dani, is our way in to this corner of the expanded mutant universe. After a mysterious something crashes through her reservation, destroying everything and everyone (including Dani’s beloved father) in its path, Dani wakes up in a hospital bed in a locked room in an institution. Dr. Reyes (Alice Braga) tells her that she is being held here, for her own safety, until they can figure out what her special ability is, which Reyes says manifested itself during the “tornado” that destroyed the reservation. There’s a bunch of yada-yada-ing about Dani knowing it wasn’t a tornado and Reyes telling her it was and then later that it wasn’t and either the movie did a clunky job of explaining the whole discovery-of-Dani’s-powers thing or I was too bored by this part of the setup to pay attention or some amount of both.

Dani eventually meets the other “patients” at this facility, other teens with abilities: Illyana (Anya Taylor-Joy) can disappear at will, conjure swords from thin air, has a puppet that can turn into a real dragon and is super mean (all of this is connected to her deeply disturbing and traumatic childhood, which feels like a too-dark story element that this underbaked potato of a movie doesn’t earn). Rahne (Maisie Williams) is a sweet girl who turns into a wolf and quickly befriends Dani. Sam (Charlie Heaton) used to work in the Kentucky coal mines and can blast off and zoom around and, er, stuff. Bobby (Henry Zaga) is from a wealthy Brazilian family, likes himself a lot and can flame on, Human Torch-style (Wikipedia suggests that this isn’t an entirely accurate way to describe the character’s powers but, whatever they were in their comics source material, that’s how it’s portrayed here). Dani doesn’t know what her powers are but she hangs out with the others, watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer and hoping that perhaps this whole hospital stay is the first step on the road to X-Men membership.

The bare bones as I’ve described them sound promising, and elements of this movie have good ideas behind them. But the movie takes half of its run time, maybe more, to get going. And while the characters are potentially interesting I didn’t find myself particularly invested in the stories of any of them. The stakes feel low, not in a “personal story versus saving-the-world” way but in a “we’re saving stakes for the second movie” way.

Would I feel differently about this movie if I hadn’t made my first trip to a theater since forever to see it, if it had been on Disney+? I’d probably be more inclined to forgive some of the weakness because, hey, Williams is frequently doing interesting things with her character and it’s only 94 minutes long. But no matter the viewing experience, The New Mutants isn’t quite X-Men enough to make you feel like you’re watching an X-Men movie, even one of the Logan or Deadpool side-project variety, but it isn’t strong enough to stand as its own story either. C

Rated PG-13 for violent content, some disturbing/bloody images, some strong language, thematic elements and suggestive material, according to the MPA on filmratings.com. Directed by Josh Boone with a screenplay by Josh Boone and Knate Lee, The New Mutants is an hour and 34 minutes long and is distributed in theaters by Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp.

Florida Man

by Tom Cooper (Random House, 379 pages)

“Florida Man” became a meme in 2013 because of the bizarre headlines that seem in endless supply in that state, such as “Florida Man Wearing Crocs Gets Bitten After Jumping Into Crocodile Exhibit at Alligator Farm.” (True story, circa 2018.)

Florida Man is also the title of Tom Cooper’s second novel, and both the title and cover design suggest that the story within will be equally wacky. It is not, unless you thought Breaking Bad was a zany comedy.

It is, instead, a slow-burning, low-voltage thriller that spools profanely from the worst opening sentence since “It was a dark and stormy night.”

Cooper almost lost me on the first page, and three other times: the two pages of opening quotes (which include, bizarrely, the Miami Dolphins Fight Song, although the reason for its inclusion becomes nauseatingly clear later); the three-page table of contents that lists five categories and 114 chapters; and a two-page cast of characters, which is totally unnecessary unless you’re writing a play.

But then, in the amount of time it takes for a small plane to fall in flames from the sky, nearly clipping two 17-year-olds in medias res, he reeled me in and dragged me, kicking and screaming, to the last page.

He is not so much a writer as a magician, turning a scruffy, flea-bitten, divorced man whose most loyal friends are a pack of feral cats into someone you pull for, someone you can’t abandon at page 20 or 200, because you care what happens to him, which, because he is a Florida man, is a lot.

Reed Crowe, the same teenager we meet having sex with his girlfriend on the first page, is divorced and has lost a child less than 10 pages later. He has parlayed a bale of marijuana he took from that burning plane into a generally miserable existence as proprietor of a tourist trap that makes I-95’s South of the Border look elegant, and a one-star inn served and populated by people who look like extras in Tiger King: Murder, Mayhem and Madness.

Crowe has a premonition that things are about to get even worse when a sinkhole swallows a lime tree in his backyard on what was already a “three-aspirin morning.” (Sinkholes, by the way, are but the first in a long line of reasons that “Florida Man” is a meme, rather than “Georgia man” or “Tennessee man” — Florida has so many horrible things going for it, besides the hurricanes, such as sinkholes, pythons and alligators. Just add beer, and Florida men neither live long nor prosper.)

The vanished tree begins a protracted chain of disturbing events, which include the sudden appearance of a real human skull in one of Crowe’s cheesier attractions at the Florida Man Mystery House, felonious behavior by Crowe’s longtime friend and employee Wayne Wade, and, most ominously, the emergence of a grotesquely deformed villain called “Catface,” who, as it turns out, was a survivor of the plane crash that the teenaged Crowe witnessed, and has spent every minute since then imagining how he would get his revenge.

Florida Man also has the same rich color and tautness, and the vivid sense of place of the AMC series, raising similar questions about why people stay in pocked places, both literal and figurative, for so long. It could hold its own as a series over at least two seasons, maybe more.

That said, I’m not sure I enjoyed this book as much as I suffered through it. But I can say the same about Breaking Bad, which is widely acknowledged as one of the best series of all time.

Breaking Bad, however, I never wanted to end. Florida Man seems to go on at least 50 pages longer than necessary, despite two perfectly good ending points that Cooper blows by.

However, that was another 50 pages in which I didn’t care if it was raining, or not raining enough, or if the dishes were piling up in the sink or if the president was tweeting. So we’re good. Call it Florida Man Makes Good Despite Bad Beginning. A-

BOOK NOTES
When publishers consider the potential value of a manuscript, one thing they want to know is how many other books have been published on the subject. There’s a secret formula, some Goldilocksian number that indicates there’s interest in a topic, but not so much that it’s been overdone.

It’s mystifying, then, that there’s such a vast compendium of books about habits: bad habits, good habits, 7 habits, 5 habits, 3 habits, atomic habits, million-dollar habits, billion-dollar habits.

Apparently publishers think we are most inclined to try to change our habits around New Year’s Day, as there are at least two 2019 titles slated for paperback release the last week of December: Good Habits, Bad Habits, the Science of Making Positive Changes that Stick by Wendy Wood (Picador, 320 pages), and Tiny Habits, the Small Changes That Change Everything by B.J. Fogg (Mariner, 320 pages).

That seems wrong. The best time for change is the advent of fall, with its invigorating changes in temperature, and children’s (theoretical) return to school.

Right now, the leading book of habit-changing is James Clear’s Atomic Habits, the paperback version of which costs more than the hardcover on Amazon, weirdly enough. (Avery, 320 pages. Because apparently 320 pages is a popular choice for habit books.)

But the father of all habits, of course, was the late Stephen Covey whose 7 Habits of Highly Successful People was released in 1989 and launched a brand. A 30th-anniversary edition came out in paperback in May (Simon and Schuster, 464 pages), if you don’t already have one of the 40 million copies already sold.

Or you could just forget about this self-improvement stuff altogether and just indulge in Melania and Me, Stephanie Winston Wolkoff’s account of her friendship with the first lady, which if it wasn’t over already, is as of the book’s publication this week (Gallery, 352 pages).

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