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Still the ones

Orleans comes to Concord

By Michael Witthaus

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Orleans’ story is one of hurdles faced and cleared, including one so monumental it’s a miracle they’re still making music.

The first challenge came two years after the band formed in 1972, when the record label didn’t hear a hit on their second album and dropped them. They bounced back after the A&R head at Asylum listened to “Dance With Me” and “Let There Be Music” from the rejected LP. He caught something, and bought the re-recording rights.

Lance Hoppen made the trio his brother Larry co-founded a quartet 10 months after forming. In a recent phone interview, he explained why two enduring hits were non-starters until they landed on the ears of Asylum’s Chuck Plotnick. “With his input, they were re-sculpted,” he said. The first “opened the door at radio, and ‘Dance With Me’ basically went top five.”

The latter, he continued, “was now a hit record, as well as a hit song.”

Now a wedding standard, the ballad began as a riff that guitarist John Hall played at rehearsal.

“Larry said, ‘That’s a good one, you should finish that,’” Hoppen recalled. The song was atypical of a band that got its name from the Allan Toussaint and Meters covers it favored. Hall’s co-writer wife Johanna, who’d later pen the smash “Still The One,” wrote the lyrics.

“John said to her, ‘Is that it? Is that all it is?’ and she said, ‘Yeah, that’s what it is’ — look what happened to that,” Hoppen continued. “Some things just come out of the blue; no way could we have predicted it would be a hit, especially in light of the mainstream of our material.”

Orleans’ biggest hit came two years later, when a neighbor of John and Johanna Hall who was splitting with her husband asked if they could write a song about relationships that didn’t end in breakup. Joanna jotted the words to “Still the One” on the back of an envelope and gave it to John, who said in a 2021 interview that he wrote the music in 15 minutes.

Hall departed for a solo career in 1977, and the band’s final charting single, “Love Takes Time,” came two years later. But label problems of a different kind choked their momentum. Infinity Records made a big bet on an album of live recordings from Pope John Paul II that flopped. MCA took it over, and let Orleans’ 1980 follow-up record wither on the vine.

In July 2012, Larry Hoppen died by suicide. Reeling from tragedy, Lance was at the same time mindful of the band’s many business commitments.

“I just changed the question; it was not, are we going to continue, it was how,” he said. “So I called John.” Hall had wanted back into the band after serving two terms in Congress, and now he was needed, if only to fulfill obligations.

With the help of various alumni, they continued through November, concluding with a memorial concert in Nashville.

“I raised some money for his kids, that’s what that was for,” Lance said. “I was sure we were done, forty years, this must be it … then I got a phone call.”

A promoter putting together a Sail Rock Tour asked Orleans to be the house band for Christopher Cross, Robbie Dupree, Gary Wright and others.

“We were resurrected in that manner, and the years kept flowing,” Lance said. “It was a really high hurdle, under duress, and we made it.”

More than a dozen years later the band soldiers on. The current lineup includes Lance Hoppen and his brother Lane, Brady Spencer, Tom Lane, and Tony Hooper. Hall retired from touring due to health concerns but still joins on occasion. Lance hopes he and his longtime band mate will return to the studio one more time before calling it a career.

“We have … a retrospective collection and some new cuts,” he said. “John and I are kind of like, ‘Well, it’s come up again, are we going to finish this thing or what?’ There are a couple of tracks that … have been there for a long time. If we just finish them, we’ll have something to put out, and it’ll probably be the last thing we do.”

Orleans
When: Thursday, Feb. 27, 7:30 p.m.
Where: BNH Stage, 16 S. Main St.,
Concord
Tickets: $69 and up at ccanh.com

Featured Photo: Courtesy photo.

The Music Roundup 25/02/27

By Michael Witthaus

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•• Welcome back: The show never ends as Carl Palmer hosts An Evening With Emerson, Lake & Palmer that’s a virtual concert from the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame prog rock band. Video from a 1992 Royal Albert Hall performance brings back Keith Emerson and Greg Lake, who both passed away in 2016, while Palmer plays along on drums to evoke the masterful power trio. Thursday, Feb. 27, 8 p.m., Tupelo Music Hall, 10 A St., Derry, $55 and up at tupelohall.com.

• Hard rocking: Check out three distinct flavors of female-fronted metal with Dystopica, a Connecticut-based band led by singer Becky Brideau, who recently released the revved-up single “Freewheel Burning,” local favorites Sepsiss, hot on the heels of their latest, “Play the Game,” an indictment of industry success syndrome, and riffy duo the Saturn Cycle. Hollow Virtue opens. Friday, Feb. 28, 8 p.m., Shaskeen Pub, 909 Elm St., Manchester, $10 at the door, 21+, @KineticCityEvents.

• Bag boys: Boasting they’re “the most famous bagpipe band on the planet,” the Red Hot Chilli Pipers have a pair of area appearances to kick off the Celtic-centric month. The nine-piece group is known for its rock ’n trad “bag rock,” which includes covers of everything from “Amazing Grace” to AC/DC’s “Thunderstruck.” Saturday, March 1, 8 p.m., Nashua Center for the Arts, 201 Main St., Nashua, and Sunday, March 2, 7 p.m., Colonial Theatre, 609 Main St., Laconia. $29 and up at etix.com.

• Forthright folk: The rootsy trio Low Lily — married couple Liz Simmons and Flynn Cohen, and fiddler Natalie Padilla — decided to be bold on their latest, Angels in the Wreckage. The a capella anthem “What’ll You Do” is punchy, political and ready-made for a march, while “One Wild World” covers similar territory more tenderly. Sunday, March 2, 6 p.m., Andres Institute of Art, 106 Route 13, Brookline, $25 at andresinstitute.org.

• Neighbor loving: It’s legend that The Rough & Tumble was born when Mallory Graham met Scott Tyler on a double decker bus in 2011 while spying on his notebook. Their latest, Hymns for My Atheist Sister & Her Friends to Sing Along To, is a hopeful album focused on the nature of faith in a corrosive world. The energetic chorale piece “Love Them, Too” is a standout. Tuesday, March 4, 2 p.m., Taylor Community Center, 435 Union Ave., Wolfeboro, bandsintown.com.

Conclave for the win?

My annual cheerleading for the Oscars




By Amy Diaz

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Go, Oscars! Yay, the movies! Huzzah for a beloved form of entertainment that feels like it’s, you know, Going Through It right now! I will never give up on the Oscars even in what feel like the oddball years like this one where the movies felt fewer and quieter. And thus, when the Oscar telecast begins — Sunday, March 2, 7 p.m., on ABC and Hulu — I will be planted in front of my TV. And here’s what I’ll be cheering for:

• Conclave for the win! Of the nine out of 10 of the Best Picture nominees I’ve seen, Conclave (available for rent or purchase and streaming on Peacock), the stand-out cast movie about cardinals picking a new pope, is my favorite. And it features Isabella Rosselini in, like, three scenes for which she was also nominated in Supporting Actress (and is maybe my fave in that category). If Conclave can’t win, my next pick would be The Substance(available for rent or purchase and on Mubi), featuring Demi Moore’s excellent comic performance as a performer willing to go to sci-fi lengths to stay in the spotlight (Moore definitely being my pick in the Lead Actress category). The other films in the category in the general order of my wanting them to win: Nickel Boys (available for purchase), the tale of two boys stuck at a segregated reform school in 1960s Florida; Wicked(available for purchase), the gem-colored adaptation of the musical; Anora(rent or purchase), a dramady about an exotic dancer and her relationship with the goofy son of a rich, shady Russian family; A Complete Unknown (in theaters), a biopic of Bob Dylan’s early years as a performer; The Brutalist(purchase), the story of an architect trying to recover from World War II; Dune: Part Two (rent or purchase and streaming on Max), a movie about Timothée Chalamet, Zendaya and sand, and Emilia Pérez (streaming on Netflix), a crazy musical that is problematic in multiple ways but might still get Zoe Saldaña a Supporting Actress win. I haven’t seenI’m Still Here yet — a movie about a Brazilian family living through a military coup in the 1970s.

• Make it Sing Sing’s night! Colman Domingo, the standout in my opinion in the Lead Actor category, would be the big win for this movie, which totally deserved but didn’t get a Best Picture nod. The excellent and hopeful story of an acting troupe in Sing Sing Correctional Facility, Sing Sing (available for rent or purchase) is also nominated in Original Song and Adapted Screenplay, where it would also be my pick to win.

• Yay to animation! The Animated Feature category is solid, even if I might have swapped out something — Inside Out 2 (rent, purchase and on Disney+) maybe — for Transformers One (rent, purchase and Paramount+), a surprisingly pretty and smart origin story. My pick here is the sweet, lovely The Wild Robot (for rent or purchase and streaming on Peacock), though I won’t be mad if Wallace & Gromit: Vengeance Most Fowl (Netflix) or the beautiful, contemplative, wordless Flow (rent, purchase and streaming on Max) takes it. I haven’t seen Memoir of a Snail(rent, purchase and on AMC+).

• Hurray for accessible documentaries and international films! Once upon a time, nominees in what is now the International Feature category would seem to appear from nowhere and then not be available for viewing until deep into the summer. But now, many of those movies and this year’s Documentary Feature nominees — which didn’t include critical faves like the bittersweet Daughters (Netflix), the charming Will & Harper (Netflix), which also deserved a song nomination, and Dahomey(purchase, rent and streaming on Mubi and which is still on my to-watch list) — are available to watch now. In Documentary (confession: these are also on my to-watch list), the readily available nominees are Black Box Diaries (Paramount+), a Japanese journalist’s investigation into her rape accusations; Soundtrack to a Coup d’Etat (rent, purchase and on Kino Film), about the “U.S. government’s jazz ambassador program in Africa,” according to the film description, and Sugarcane (Hulu), a look at the abuse of children at an Indian residential school in Canada. Porcelain War, about three artists in Ukraine, is at the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston on Feb. 27 and is slated to screen elsewhere in the Boston area in March. No Other Land does not yet have U.S. distribution and doesn’t appear to be viewable at home in the U.S.; a New York Times story from Feb. 19 said this documentary directed by Palestinian and Israeli filmmakers will self-distribute in U.S. theaters.

In International Feature Film, nominees include Flow, Emilia Pérez and I’m Still Here as well as (also on the to-watch list) The Girl With the Needle (rent, purchase and on Mubi), loosely based on the true story of a Danish serial killer in the early 20th century, and The Seed of the Sacred Fig (rent or purchase), about a lawyer and his family in Iran.

• Let’s hear it for Kieran Culkin. I hope the road trip dramady A Real Pain (rent, purchase and on Hulu) wins for both of its too-few nominations — Supporting Actor (for Culkin) and Original Screenplay. My runner up Original Screenplay might be The Substance or it might be September 5(rent or purchase), about the terrorist attack at the 1972 Olympics and ABC Sports’ coverage.

• Watch Hard Truths! The Mike Leigh-written and -directed Hard Truths (rent or purchase) received no Oscar nominations but it did get a slew of nominations elsewhere, including the Indie Spirit Awards (for International Feature Film). The movie, whose story admittedly can sound like a real bummer (a woman struggles with fear, anxiety and depression in a way that basically throws a cloud over the lives of everyone around her) is actually a great watch with excellent performances, especially from Marianne Jean-Baptiste. Also nominated in Indie Spirit categories but not Oscar are Amy Adams for the dark, funny, early-childhood-grind movie Nightbitch(Hulu); June Squibb for the thoughtful and funny Thelma (rent, purchase and on Hulu); Justice Smith in I Saw The TV Glow (rent, purchase and streaming on Max), what feels like a cautionary tale about rewatching the likes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer; Janet Planet, nominated for First Feature (rent, purchase and on Max), a great tale mother-daughter tale, and My Old Ass(Amazon Prime), nominated for screenplay, a bittersweet movie about an 18-year-old meeting her decades-older self. None of these movies are Oscar nominated but Oscar nominations are just one list (which you can find via the Oscar landing page at abc.com) among several great lists (Indie Spirit Awards at filmindependent.org and Screen Actors Guild Awards at sagawards.org, to name two) of movies you may have missed and can now catch up on. Yay movies!

Featured Image: Conclave

Three Days in June, by Anne Tyler


Three Days in June, by Anne Tyler (Knopf, 166 pages)

Anne Tyler is one of America’s most beloved writers, especially in Baltimore, where many of her novels are set. Six of her books, including The Accidental Tourist, were adapted for film, and she won a Pulitzer Prize for Breathing Lessons in 1989. As such, it’s a bit surprising that her latest, Three Days in June, landed in February like an out-of-season beach read.

Not that it’s not a good beach read. But coming from the keyboard of Tyler, one expects a bit more.

Set (of course) in Baltimore, Three Days in June is about a divorced mom getting ready for the wedding of her 33-year-old daughter. Gail Baines is an assistant headmistress at a private school who has just been informed that her boss is retiring and that she, at 61, is not in line to succeed her because she lacks “people skills.”

As her boss tells her, “All I’m saying is, to head a private girls’ school you need tact. You need diplomacy. You need to avoid saying things like ‘Good God, Mrs. Morris, surely you realize your daughter doesn’t have the slightest chance of getting into Princeton.”

When the boss suggests that Gail might want to leave the field and follow her dreams, Gail wonders what that would be: “I am not the kind of woman who dreams of doing things.” Nor is she the kind of woman who gets her hair done, or who moves on from an answering machine. When she goes to a hair salon the day before the wedding, she will only allow the hairdresser to “pouf it out” a little bit — “just something to show I tried.”

Gail had been married to Max, an affable underachiever eking out a living teaching at-risk teenagers, and living in a “one-room apartment above somebody’s garage.” He is “fond of recounting his dreams and they were always interminable.” It’s initially unclear why they are no longer married — they are friendly enough when Max shows up at Gail’s house unexpectedly, carrying a elderly foster cat and needing a place to stay, as their future son-in-law turns out to be deathly allergic to cats.

There’s soon one more complication when their daughter, Debbie, shows up, fresh off a pre-wedding “Day of Beauty” where she had inadvertently learned something terrible about the fiance that puts the wedding in question.

This is the point at which, were this plot in the hands of a less accomplished writer, we could sigh and say, “hijinks ensue” and be done with it. Tyler is too smooth a storyteller to let us go, however, and we are too pleasantly invested in Gail (and the foster cat) to leave them alone with a wedding on the brink.

For much of the book, Tyler gives us an entertaining and humorous look at the rituals surrounding an American wedding. When meeting, for example, the groom’s mother, we learn that everything she says is “three degrees too vivacious” — “It seemed that she lived on some other level than ours, someplace louder and more brightly lit.” And Gail and Max reflect upon the ridiculousness of the rehearsal ritual itself (the same thing happening the next day, with “fewer et ceteras” and fancier clothes). It’s a pleasure to read her witty observations on these slices of life.

As Tyler finally gets around to revealing why and how Gail and Max broke up — a story not unconnected to the present tension — she is a master storyteller at work. There is no one better at crafting dialogue that breathes life into characters and puts them in the room with the reader. There are no wasted words here, either coming from the characters or in the narrative. It may be a beach read in plot, but it’s a finely tuned one, with enough heart to justify its release in February. The conclusion, while not a shocker, doesn’t feel contrived.

It’s worth noting that Tyler is 83, and she could be sitting by the shore, enjoying her fame and the royalty checks from her 25 books. Three years ago, she told People magazine that “For several years I thought, ‘The world does not need another of my books.’ What if people are saying, the woman doesn’t know when to quit?’” She continues to write, she said, in part because “I’m not wildly social and I have no hobbies.” Her fans, and they are legion, hope that she doesn’t pick one up. B+

Album Reviews 25/02/27

Anika, Abyss (Sacred Bones Records)

Since the assimilation of punk, New Wave, et al. by the corporate Matrix (it happens every time), rock and rebellion have been business partners more than any sort of combined force for socioeconomic or culturally equalitarian progress. You can quote me on that, but chances are that you’re already well aware of it; most of the tuneage that lands on this desk (from white-kid bands especially, let’s note) has no idea that “the system” is their real problem, not their awkwardness or generational malaise. Yet they persist, for the most part, but once in a while a record does bumble in here that evokes memories of artists who seriously wanted to break stuff rather than resign themselves to forlorn inevitability. This British-born, Berlin-based singer channels Patti Smith more succinctly than anyone I’ve heard recently; she actually wants people to direct their energies toward creating “safe spaces” where people can vent and collaborate on ideas for better living in an unlivable world. The tunes are rough and jangly and decidedly punky; she comes off like a ’90s-grunge Grace Slick with no-wave sensibilities. I hope she keeps sticking to this formula, put it that way. A+

The South Hill Experiment, Earthbreaks

Brothers Baird and Gabe Acheson left Baltimore for Los Angeles several years ago and the move is finally paying off: “Open Ocean,” the single from this, their band’s third full-length, hit No. 1 at KCRW, the seminal Santa Monica NPR affiliate. This is decidedly DIY stuff, probably recorded in their bedrooms, which afforded them the opportunity to experiment, as heard in album opener “Rifting,” built around backward-masked percussion and gentle vocals that have the reverb set to 11 (it’s not shoegaze, just to clarify, it’s a lot more experimental than that: Think early Luke Temple or a more technologically adventurous Gorillaz). But things change quickly here, with “Maybe It Takes Time” borrowing its bubbly ’70s-radio-pop undergirding from Michael McDonald, and then we have the focus track, “Open Ocean,” a deep-house-adjacent dance-along combining Atlas Sound with Jamie Lidell. This is all to say that it’s definitely worth investigating, I assure you. A

Playlist

• Feb. 28 is a Friday, which means new albums will be released en masse! Now, one thing we Professional Music Journalists always have to remember is that not every band with “Bear” in its name sounds the same, even if OK, they basically do. It’s sort of like bands that have “Deer” in their names: Deerhoof and Deer Tick are both supremely boring indie bands, but my mnemonics go like this: “Deerhoof helps me fall asleep faster than Deer Tick when I’m stressed,” or “Don’t even bother trying to name a Deer Tick song, because even their fans don’t remember any of them.” You see? But I digress, which I can do because it’s my multiple-award-winning column, so let’s get back to the “bear” thing. I liked Grizzly Bear, but only because I didn’t really hate them; they can indeed be borderline interesting with their skronky noise approach, and Minus The Bear was a great prog band but for some reason no one cared about them or their potluck formula of Rush-meets-Jackson Browne, so they broke up, and it made me sad. But the really sad news is that for the purposes of this week’s column I have to pretend I know who Panda Bear even is if I ever hope to win another award, let’s go have a look, because their new album, Sinister Grift, is coming out this Friday! Oh, OK, Panda Bear is what Noah Benjamin Lennox calls himself, in order to get dates with awkward college girls just like all the other indie rock bros. Lennox is co-founder of Animal Collective, a band that was relevant during the Aughts when college radio stations nationwide became hypnotized by their use of “fractal” music patterns, back before Nels Cline of Wilco invented the fractal riff to “Love Is Everywhere,” which was so cool that it instantly made people forget who Animal Collective even is (what took you people so long?). Anyway, at first, the “Defense” single sounds like a Hank Williams Jr. song about sitting in a Dumpster drinking Jagermeister, which would be cool, but then it turns into a really boring mess, something you could tell your little brother was considered too stupid to be added to the Napoleon Dynamite soundtrack and he’d totally believe you.

• Brooklyn R&B singer Jonathan Josiah Wise is more famously known as Serpentwithfeet, and since we were just talking about Grizzly Bear, his Wikipedia page says that he opened for them for a while. Boy, this Wiki page may be the most boring one I’ve ever seen — blah blah blah, his mom forced him to join a boys choir, he worked with a producer who worked with Bjork, yadda yadda. Whatevs, his new album is Grip Sequel, featuring the single “Writhing In The Wind.” The beat is kind of cool, like Blue Man Group doofing around with Aphex Twin, and Wise is singing like Keith Sweat. Is that what all the children are listening to now, I simply must know.

• Andy Bell used to play bass for famous indie-pop band Oasis, but now he is on his own because everyone in Oasis hates each other. Pinball Wanderer is his latest “opus,” and the single “I’m In Love…” is very neat because it sounds exactly like Wire circa Change Becomes Us, except there are girls singing. I endorse it.

• Lastly it’s British metalcore band Architects, whose new album The Sky The Earth & All Between is on its way to your eardrums if that’s the sort of thing you enjoy doing to yourself. This is pretty loony stuff, reminiscent of Dillinger Escape Plan and such, but with occasional Cannibal Corpse vocalizing. What does that mean? It means that their listening experience is lightning-fast and scary, but one of the things chasing you is the Cookie Monster, and he really wants your tasty, tasty cookies!

Featured Photo: Anika, Abyss (Sacred Bones Records) & The South Hill Experiment, Earthbreaks

Sazerac

Ice

Absinthe to rinse the ice with (see below)½ ounce simple syrup

3 drops Peychaud’s bitters

1 dash Angostura bitters

1½ ounces rye whiskey – there are some people who make a Sazerac with bourbon, but there are also some people who are horrified by that

Fill a mixing glass two-thirds of the way with ice. Pour an ounce or so of absinthe over the ice, and stir well to combine. Strain off the excess absinthe.

The idea here is to give a hint, a trace in the background, of absinthe. This is the same way many martini enthusiasts will use vermouth. Coating the ice with a little-goes-a-long-way alcohol, then pouring off the excess, is called “rinsing.” At first taste, absinthe tastes much like any number of anise-y, black licorice-y spirits, but it really isn’t interchangeable with any of the others.

Once you have rinsed the ice and poured off the excess absinthe, add the rest of the ingredients to the mixing glass, and mix everything thoroughly, but gently. According to the classic 1939 treatise, Famous New Orleans Drinks and How to Mix ’em, you should under no circumstances shake this cocktail in a shaker. No explanation is given, but exclamation marks are used, so it seems the better part of wisdom to stir this like a martini.

Strain the mixture over fresh ice in a rocks glass. Traditionally, a lemon twist is manhandled brutally to express a drop of lemon oil, then dropped into the cocktail.

From time to time you’ll hear whiskey fanciers describe rye as “spicy.” Much of the time it pretty much just tastes like a slightly sharp whiskey — delicious, most of its spiciness covered by the raw burn of the alcohol. In a Sazerac, however — it might be due to the bitters, or maybe the absinthe is working some kind of magic — there is a definite kick of rye spiciness. This pairs well with the sweetness from the simple syrup and the herbaceousness of the bitters.

A Sazerac packs a punch. It is definitely a sipping drink. For New Orleanians, it is the Breath of Life.

Featured Photo: Sazerac. Photo by John Fladd.

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