Traveling home

Tom Dixon Band (briefly) back in New England

Music fans scanning upcoming shows recently did a double take when Tom Dixon’s name popped up.

The country rocker and his band were ubiquitous from the mid-2000s on, but in 2013 he moved to Nashville. For a few years he’d come back for an occasional mini tour. However, by 2018 he’d hung up his guitar and pen to become a dog trainer.

Dixon has been dipping his toes back in musical waters of late. A show with his band at a campground in Hohenwald, Tennessee, in June, a couple more at a Virginia brewery and a winery in Lewisburg. He even dusted off an old song of his, “Truckin’” — not the one by the Dead — and made a dozen ballcaps to celebrate.

He’s excited, he said by phone in early August, because now playing is a choice, not a job. Dixon is also stoked to finally be back in New England for a few shows with his old band mates.

“That’s what’s fun about this part of my career; I’m not rushing to have something new and stay fresh,” he said. “When I make music, it’s what I want, or what my friends want.”

He’s headed back, for the first time in two years, to play some shows in his old stomping grounds. There’s a sentimental trip to Salisbury Beach, Mass., where he introduced line dancing to a bar called Surfside over a decade ago, and a couple of shows at the Caledonia Fair in Northern Vermont, one with his band and another with Saving Abel’s Jared Weeks and Big Vinny of Trailer Choir.

In New Hampshire, he’ll do a full band show Aug. 17 at Stumble Inn in Londonderry, a roadhouse where Dixon spent a lot of time before heading south.

“We used to play Slammers out in Bedford, that was our place,” he said. “It disappeared, and Stumble Inn became the place … as many venues as I’ve played anywhere, that’s always kind of home. I go back, and I always go there.”

When his clients asked about him taking time off, Dixon joked with them.

“They’re like, ‘what are you doing, going on vacation?’ I said, ‘No, I’m going to go pretend to be a rock star again, get back on the road and play some music.’ We’ll see how it goes. I’m looking forward to seeing so many people. That’s the best part.”

Even if Dixon isn’t quitting his day job, he’s more focused on making music. Along with updating “Truckin’” he recorded a song called “We Used to Be Rock Stars” with Ben Kirsch. “It’s not about being a musician, but about getting older,” he said. It continues an effort that began with “The Weekend,” released in early 2020 — no, you don’t need to remind him of the timing. The song was an affirmation and actually got a decent amount of pandemic streams.

“Nashville kept telling me who I needed to be; I was trying to reinvent who Tom Dixon was for so long, but things slowed down, and I wasn’t listening to Nashville anymore,” he said. “I took a break from things … I decided to look at the history of streams and online downloads and stuff over the years and the top ones were all songs that were my style from before moving to Nashville. It was so crazy.”

Chastened, he wrote the new tune.

Now, with songs like “Rock Stars” and the voice memos on his phone that he’s spending more time with, “I can do this my way now,” he said. “I came from Manchester; it always was a rock town. I remember having to go into rock venues to get gigs, that’s where I had to be years ago. I should have just stuck with that melding of rock and country … versus trying to reinvent what Nashville was telling me I was supposed to be. Now, I get to be me.”

Tom Dixon Band
When: Saturday, Aug. 17, 8 p.m.
Where: Stumble Inn, 20 Rockingham Road, Londonderry
More: tomdixonmusic.com
Tom Dixon also appears solo at Stumble Inn on Wednesday, Aug. 21, 7 p.m.

Featured photo: Courtesy photo.

The Music Roundup 24/08/15

Local music news & events

Music comedy: Playing in bars and at weddings, Dave Andrews learned to tell jokes between songs, and ultimately he decided to combine them into a single act. He tops a local comedy show with support from Greg Boggis and Jonah Simmons; Alana Foden hosts. Thursday Aug. 15, 7:30 p.m., Soho Asian Restaurant, 49 Lowell Road, Hudson, $18; text 603-320-5393.

Triple play: A concert benefiting veterans’ charity Rolling Thunder, Rock n’ Roll Circus is an all-star band of blues rockers including Johnny A., James Montgomery and Jon Butcher, along with Deric Dyer, Cliff Goodwin, Mitch Chakour, Marty Richards and Wolf Ginandes. Expect R&B classics and selections from Johnny Winter, Joe Cocker, Yardbirds and maybe Jimi Hendrix. Friday, Aug 16, 8 p.m., Tupelo Music Hall, 10 A St., Derry, $34 and up at tickets.tupelohall.com.

Beachy keen: Wear a tropical shirt and Panama hat for Summerfest, an afternoon of live music from headliner Air Traffic Controller, local favorites Best Not Broken and Eliot Lewis, a looping wizard who’s performed with Daryl Hall & John Oates and Average White Band. Bring a lawn chair or blanket. Saturday, Aug. 17, noon, Anheuser-Busch Biergarten, 221 DW Highway, Merrimack, $25 ($15 under 21, free 12 and under) at budweisertours.com.

Suncookin’: The region’s newest listening room is running, with regular events like Nothin’ But The Blues, a biweekly shindig hosted by guitarist and man of the world Brooks Young. It promises frequent guests, country-flavored rock and plenty of fretwork from its talented host. Other regular events are Sunday Jazz, Americana Jams and Open Stage sessions, with more coming. Sunday, Aug. 18, 1:30 p.m., Pembroke City Limits, 134 Main St., Suncook, pembrokecitylimits.com.

All-day music: A rootsy, laid-back affair, the annual Folksoul Festival has a lineup packed with great musicians who are also good friends. The day-long event includes beloved folk trio Low Lily, singer, songwriter and djembe tapper Tara Greenblatt and her band, Cape Breton duo Perin and Garrett, Long Journey, Tattoo, and the festival’s hosts, The Folksoul Band. Sunday, Aug. 18, 10:30 a.m., Outdoor State, 8 Driscoll Road, Greenfield, $20 donation, call 547-3730 for more.

Frostbite, by Nicola Twilley

Frostbite, by Nicola Twilley (Penguin Press, 327 pages)

In 1911, a grand banquet was held in Chicago to showcase an exciting new kind of food.

At the event, put on by the national Poultry, Butter and Egg Association, the five-course meal featured food that had been preserved in cold for six months to a year. The purpose of the event was to prove to a skeptical public that it was safe to eat previously frozen food.

“At the time, suspicion of refrigerated food was widespread,” Nicola Twilley writes in Frostbite, her deep dive into “the vast synthetic winter we’ve built to preserve our food.”

While most of us take refrigeration for granted, just a little more than a century ago it was new technology that didn’t inspire confidence. The 400 diners at that Chicago banquet were considered brave. At the time, gastrointestinal infections were the third leading cause of mortality; people were dying of cheese and ice cream poisoning, and the purveyors of manufactured cold were desperate to convince people that meat and produce that had been stored for months were not only safe, but healthier than fresh food.

It took some time, but they succeeded, and in doing so they revolutionized the American diet. Today there is a largely unseen industry called the “the cold chain,” compromising warehouses, trucks, shipping containers and other apparatus that enable a dizzying array of food choices at supermarkets and restaurants. You may think your own office is too chilly at times, but at companies like Americold and NewCold, workers have to wear specialty clothing in order to endure sub-freezing temperatures during their eight-hour shifts.

In Frostbite, Twilley descends into the chill, donning thermal underwear to work in an Americold warehouse for two weeks and criss-crossing the planet to explore how artificial cold is generated, the mechanics of refrigeration and how the food supply has changed because of it. Amazingly, she manages to make all this all compelling.

She begins with an explanation of how cooling works, a process that seems simple enough now but took decades to develop, with a few tragedies along the way. One was at the 1893 Chicago World’s Fair, where “the Greatest Refrigerator on Earth” — a five-story cold storage building — attracted admiring crowds until it caught fire, killing 16 people, some of whom jumped to their deaths in front of horrified onlookers.

For the better part of a century, the development of refrigeration was a process marked by trial and error, with multiple entrepreneurs advancing the technology for their own purposes. They included a Trappist monk in France who created the first hermetically sealed compressor because he wanted to cool his wine.

While how a refrigerator works is fairly simple — Twilley travels to Pawtucket, Rhode Island, to watch the construction of a rudimentary one in a garage — it’s not so simple to know exactly how to store food for optimal results and a long life. That involved a long process of trial and error, too.

Apples, for example, remain edible for a year or more when the conditions are right, but fractions of degrees determine whether an apple will rot, and the perfect temperature range changes with the variety of apple. A century of research, however, allows us to buy “fresh” apples at the Market Basket year-round.

“Today, we know more about how to lengthen an apple’s lifespan than a human’s,” Twilley writes.

Which is a good thing, because in Twilley’s telling, harvesting produce sounds practically inhumane. Celery and bananas, for example, don’t immediately die when they are picked, but continue to “breathe” and burn through their own sugars and enzymes “in a desperate attempt to get their cell metabolism going.”

Cold works to preserve the life of produce by slowing the rate of respiration, which is why a green bean you select at the supermarket has typically spent less than two hours in temperatures above 45 degrees, having been rushed from the field to chilling machines and then one of the massive cold-storage facilities.

But the biggest way that refrigeration has altered our eating, and by extension, the planet, is how cold storage has driven the rise of meat consumption. Prior to refrigeration, humans ate only the meat on their farm or their neighbor’s, or animals that were walked to slaughterhouses in cities. Later, animals destined for slaughter were shipped cross-country on box cars, but that was inefficient and costly. It wasn’t until cold storage became widely available that animals themselves were not shipped, but their frozen parts, and this upped the demand for meat, not only because of the accessibility but because freezing improves the texture and taste.

As Twilley writes, “muscle … needs time and cold to ripen into meat.” It also benefits from electric shocks given to the animal carcass, which is information many people might prefer to not know. (“… Shocked beef is brighter red, which consumers prefer.”) Most notably, cold storage gave birth to the factory-farm industry that raises, slaughters and processes animals in numbers that are hard to imagine. To supply our poultry needs alone, Twilley notes that “there are approximately 22.7 billion broiler chickens living out their five-to-seven week spans on Earth at any given moment.”

Twilley takes the slow road to her final chapter, in which she travels to the ultimate frozen warehouse, the “doomsday vault” of seeds kept underground in Svalbard, a Norwegian archipelago in the Arctic Ocean.

Along the way, she segues into refrigerator-related topics that are much less serious, such as the man who ran a dating service based on what the inside of people’s refrigerators look like. (John Stonehill was very impressed with Twilley’s — seeing photos, he said, “Your fridge is one of the most date-ready fridges I’ve seen in a hell of a long time. Are you married?”). As a writer for The New Yorker and The New York Times magazine, she says she has been “thinking and talking about refrigeration for a decade now,” and it’s hard to imagine that anyone is more well-versed in the topic. While refrigeration isn’t, on the surface, one of the most compelling of conversation topics, it’s a testament to Twilley’s skills as a writer and researcher that she has managed to make this niche subject engrossing. A

Album Reviews 24/08/15

Dummy, Free Energy (Double In Mind Records)

I’m usually not a big fan of bands that shift genres within albums, as it makes it hard for listeners to settle in; it’s not like we’re living in a terribly cerebral zeitgeist, more like a seriously dysfunctional era of art in which noise is often confused with signal. But this one grabbed me from the beginning and held on, starting with “Intro – UB,” a peaceful EDM joint that evokes Orbital and Aphex Twin while tabling some in-your-face drum sampling. I’d been warned through the informational one-sheet that there was some My Bloody Valentine vibe on here, which obviously isn’t wildly compatible with 1990s/Aughts techno, but it’s exactly that sort of bliss that happens next on “Soonish,” which, as it proceeds, may remind you of some of the harder stuff on Wire’s 2013 LP Change Becomes Us but with an REM tint to it. I really like what these folks are doing. A+

Egosex, 15 Minutes Of Fame [EP] (self-released)

Originally from Lagos, Nigeria, Wekaforé Jibril leads this Afro-tech wetwork outfit, which, it’s said, weaves an “abstract narrative that delves into the heart of modern society’s narcissistic obsession with recognition.” This ain’t your daddy’s Fela Kuti-style Afrobeat, of course, but it does have some deep roots in it, and those tendrils can be felt all through this release. I’m saying that it does have a deeply African sound, but when you turn up the vibe-ometer to see what Afrobeat has become in modern times, we hear Black Eyed Peas lurking around the corner (listen to “Yes We Are In Love” for proof), egging us on to dance blissfully, encouraging us to accept that our era’s sound may be rooted in ringtone-brained individualism but that there are good points to that. The trance- and dubstep-adjacent beats settle into hip-hop-infused tribal jams (“Can U Make Me Feel”) that feel urban-fashion-minded, which makes sense, given that Wekaforé is pushing his own clothing line. Relevant tuneage for hip outlet malls. A+

PLAYLIST

A seriously abridged compendium of recent and future CD releases

• The brand new CD releases of Friday, Aug. 16, are upon us, guys, so it’s off to Metacritic we go, to see what unlistenable swill new music we will be subjected treated to this week, as the summer winds down and the autumn eyes us with its awfulness and threatens to unleash early ice storms and such! I am not sure what all my New Hampshire neighbors are listening to these days (I assume twerking music and Led Zeppelin). But as for me, for the past week, I’ve been back to listening to 1930s big band music from the likes of Al Jolson and Paul Whiteman, because I’ve been out and about driving far away to estate sales in such quaint New Hampshire towns as West Lebanon and New London, and there’s nothing more appropriate than 90-year-old tuneage playing in your jalopy when you’re hunting antiques! Oddly, while visiting these bucolic towns, where chickens and goats run around loose in the streets, I didn’t see WMUR’s Fritz Wetherbee hanging around at any general store. Remember last year when I wanted to ask him if I could co-host his New Hampshire Chronicle segments and a few people on the internet actually tried to help me add “TV star” to my resumé? My offer still stands, for the record, but what we must address now is F-1 Trillion, the new album from nice-enough person Post Malone! The teaser single, “Pour Me A Drink,” features a guest artist, of course, and — nope, it’s not Snoop Dogg — no, not Kendrick Lamar either, let me finish, it’s actually country music star Blake Shelton! This song is not your typical hip-hop fare, more like a honky-tonk song for drunken cowboy rappers; it’s so hated by undergrounders that some YouTuber named @BigPacVsAllYall went right to work releasing a diss track, cleverly titled “Diss Track,” in which he “spits rhymes” about how Post “hasn’t actually rapped in seven years” and is now “wearing farmer jeans” and a bunch of other hurtful stuff! It’s all dumb, I know, but chances are good that Post will catch wind of it, because somehow, BigPacVsAllYall was able to get his song to the very top of YouTube’s search results if one searches for “Post Malone F1 Trillion!” That, my friends, is trolling at its finest, you have to admit; you can hate the game but not the playah!

• Good lord, anyway, what’s next, what could possibly — OMG, ha ha, look everyone, it’s last decade’s indie-pop darlings Foster The People, you can stop checking WhosAliveAndWhosDead.com, because they are very much alive! Their fourth album is Paradise State Of Mind, their first since 2017’s Sacred Hearts Club, which (if you were even aware it ever existed) stalled at No. 47 in the Billboard and received a lowly Metacritic score of 56, but who cares, let me go listen to something from this new album, which is said to be in line with Sacred in that it’s inspired by “late 1970s music with elements of disco, funk, gospel, and jazz.” Yep, the album starts with “Take Me Back,” a totally funky-poppy thing that’s too uncool for Jamie Lidell or even David Guetta, but your grandchildren might like it, I don’t know.

Beabadoobee, aka Beatrice Laus, is a Filipino-born space-rocker who opened for label-mates The 1975 a few years ago. Her new LP, This Is How Tomorrow Moves, starts with “Ever Seen,” a really nice, poppy little number that combines Jewel-style acoustic guitar-pop with spazzy anime soundtracking. Normal people will like it.

• We’ll end the week with Brooklyn, N.Y.-based power poppers Charly Bliss, whose new album, Forever, includes the song “Waiting For You,” a ’90s-chick-pop-tinged tune that’s actually catchier than anything I’ve heard from Sleater-Kinney, which is the obvious motivation behind this.

Tiki for Two

Clearly, there is never a bad time for a tiki drink, but late summer might be the best time for brightly colored drinks with umbrellas. It takes almost no effort to throw together a tiki party. All you really need are the drink ingredients and a tropical shirt. Invite three or four other aging hipster couples over, mix the drinks, and the rest will take care of itself. Because the real theme of a tiki party is relaxation, you can go as fancy or laid-back as you want with the food. Delivery pizza works perfectly well.

(As a side note: I know it’s a contentious issue, but my feeling is that the problem with most pineapple pizzas isn’t with the taste or texture, but the temperature. Nobody in the world likes hot pineapple. Add it just before serving. Don’t bake it in a pizza oven; what did it ever do to you?)

Here are recipes for two classic tiki drinks, served in mason jars instead of tiki mugs, so you can see and admire them.

Suffering Bastard

  • ½ ounce fresh-squeezed lime juice
  • 1 ounce London dry gin
  • 1 ounce apple brandy – I like Laird’s Applejack
  • 2 dashes angostura bitters
  • 4 ounce ginger beer – when possible I use Goya brand, but Fever-Tree makes a good one, too

Fill a mason jar halfway with ice. Add the lime juice, gin, brandy and bitters. Screw the top on and shake for about 30 seconds.

Add the ginger beer and stir gently with a straw. Add ice to top. Garnish with fresh mint leaves.

Sparkling Mai Tai

  • ½ ounce fresh-squeezed lime juice
  • ½ ounce orgeat (almond syrup)
  • ½ ounce orange liqueur – I like curaçao
  • ½ ounce overproof black rum
  • ½ ounce golden rum
  • 4 ounce prosecco

Fill another mason jar halfway with ice, add all the non-prosecco ingredients, screw on the top and shake for 30 seconds. This should seem familiar by now.

Add the prosecco and stir gently with a straw. Add more ice to top. Garnish with mint leaves and a slice of lime.

You know how sometimes you go down a rabbit hole on the internet? One link leads to another, and before you know it you find yourself reading Ten Secrets Meghan Markle’s Chiropractor Doesn’t Want You to Know (Number Eight will shock you!). This happens to me fairly frequently. One story that I find myself reading again and again is the one of twin sisters who look completely different from each other. My memory of the details is fuzzy, but, the point of the piece is that despite being made from the same genetic recipe, the twins are surprisingly different. Think of these cocktails as the Internet Twins of Tiki Drinks. Although the method used to make them is more or less identical, the resulting drinks are worlds apart.

The Suffering Bastard is sweet and spicy. The lime ties the gin and brandy together, and the bitters pull the drink back from being too sweet. The ginger beer adds a kick of spiciness and some light carbonization.

The prosecco in the Sparkling Mai Tai adds sparkle, of course, but also a background fruitiness that plays well with the rum and almond flavors. It gives a lightness to the drink.

Featured Photo: Photo by John Fladd.

In the kitchen with Omar Abuzaid

Omar Abuzaid, owner of Al Basha Grill (379 S. Willow St., Manchester, 391-5613, albashamedgrill.com)

Surprisingly, Omar Abuzaid’s background isn’t in cooking, but accounting. One day, he got tired of life in a cubicle, so he and his family opened a Mediterranean market, and then a restaurant. Al Basha is his second restaurant. He has been in the restaurant business for six years at this point. Al Basha has been open since October 2023, and the restaurant has been busy. His goal is to introduce customers to a type of food that they probably did not grow up eating, with simple ingredients, and made with care, to order.

What is your must-have kitchen item?

As an ingredient, definitely good olive oil. With Mediterranean food, olive oil goes on everything. … If I don’t have good olive oil, it screws up a lot of my seasonings

What would you have for your last meal?

It’s something that unfortunately we don’t have in the menu. It’s a Moroccan specialty called pastilla. It’s a really nice dish that my mom perfected. We make it with both seafood or with chicken and it’s really amazing. It’s something we are definitely thinking to add to our menu. It’s very complex to make, but it’s a really nice meal.

What is your favorite place to eat in the area?

I love going to Fratello’s. I like Italian and I like their flavors, it’s really very nice.

Who is somebody you would like to see eating in your restaurant?

Donald Trump when he’s in town. We had Rudy Giuliani last year. He came with the whole group. And I missed him! … My assistant called me. He said, ‘You’ll never guess who was here.’ I looked at my phone and it was Rudy Giuliani.

What is your favorite dish on your menu?

Definitely the lamb leg. It’s a really nice meal, and our customers have been enjoying it. It’s been selling a lot.

What is the biggest food trend you’ve been noticing in New Hampshire recently?

In the last few years — not only Manchester, but Portsmouth, Manchester, Nashua — this area has become like a foodie destination. I used to literally wake up while I used to work as an accountant, and be so tired of the same old food. I would call a friend and say, ‘Hey, listen, you want to go to New York? I’m driving, I’m paying,’ and we’ll drive all the way to New York just to get something really authentic and nice. But now, over the last few years, I’m amazed by the selection of food in Manchester.

What is your favorite food to cook at home?

Tajine — it’s a Moroccan dish. It’s cooked very slowly and it’s something we enjoy cooking. We make it Berber-style. The Berbers are the indigenous people in Morocco. … They cook it in such a beautiful way. It’s so tender and so flavorful. Ours has lamb, and saffron, and couscous.

Tabouli with Quinoa
We make our tabouli with a little twist. We make it with quinoa instead of bulgar wheat, just because a lot of our customers either have gluten allergies or they have a gluten-free diet. So when we introduced the quinoa, people loved it.

1 cup quinoa, rinsed well
1/2 teaspoon kosher salt plus more
2 Tablespoon fresh lemon juice
1/2 cup extra-virgin olive oil
3/4 cup chopped flat-leaf parsley
¼ to ½ cup thinly sliced red onion
1½ to 2 fresh tomatoes, cored, seeded, and coarsely chopped.

Bring quinoa, 1/2 teaspoon salt, and 1 1/4 cups water to a boil in a medium saucepan over high heat. Reduce heat to medium-low, cover, and simmer until quinoa is tender, about 10 minutes. Remove from heat and let stand, covered, for 5 minutes. Fluff with a fork.
Drizzle the olive oil into the lemon juice, whisking until it has combined. Season with salt and pepper. Mix half the dressing with the cooled quinoa. Set aside for half an hour.
Mix the tomatoes, parsley and onion in a bowl with the quinoa, and toss to combine. Season with salt and pepper, and drizzle with the remaining dressing.

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