We’re in good hands with our friends Macklin, Marty and some two foot snowdrifts, enjoying the late winter sun and the beauty offered by these latitudes. Sunny and cold’s been the order since D.C., and as up against it as we felt for that Boston show (Lou Barlow next door, the Finn Brothers somewhere in town, the Frames somewhere else, Wednesday night, big snow, God knows what else.), we cut into the good times with that crowd. We’re thankful for the showing, and it felt good to share the bill with our pals from Trucker tourdom, Runner and the Thermodynamics. Got to Buffalo for another snowdrift load-in and recommended cheesesteaks from Donny and Eric. The Generals sounded great as ever, and the their dumptruck-load of right on-ness was felt in western New York. Middle act’s fascinating and grossly pretentious delay in changeover sent me to the sidewalk for phone calls and smokes. In the wake of such events we had a suspiciously efficient changeover and gave our best to our patient and kind Western New York/Southern Ontario friends.
Tuesday March 1, 2005
The temperate dream is over and the camp’s scrambling in the bottoms of suitcases for longjohns, parkas and related attire. Inevitable, I guess. Weather changed right around Savannah, and I got a feelin’ it’s not looking back. Durham on a Monday looked like anyone’s guess on paper, and we were pleased to find that folks were willing to battle the cold and stop on down. Omaha’s Beep Beep joined the Generals and us for a one off, and Handsome Anders Parker jumped up on guitar for “To Unleash the Horses Now”. Sound was unwieldy, but spirit was present. Duke’s in a comfortable lead as far as tour graffiti rankings go, as it’s some of the most impressive we’ve seen thus far. Kant? Wordsworth? Seriously, we ain’t at Love’s no more, Maudine.
Wednesday March 2, 2005
Some numbers taken from the van out front of the club last night while standing guard, sipping off a Bud tallboy from the bullet-proof liquor store ‘cross the street: twenty-one minutes, three phone calls back to Texas, and four hand to hand “transactions” from uh, businessmen rummaging through their big puffy coats. Finally, a place for my per diems! Or at least to make a deal for a puffy coat. It was about thirteen degrees and windy, and was anyone’s guess as to how the whole thing’d turn out, but folks showed and we had a pretty big time despite the anti-rock forces that scowled on us through the night (upstairs load in, a P.A. that smelled and sounded like it’d taken a ride on a dung rollercoaster, and a couple of inexcusable staff folk). Despite these things, it was superb to see Nan, the promoter again, as we’re big fans of hers (thank you, Nan). Thanks much to Revival for playing, and all the Washingtown friends for coming on down and hanging out with us. And they got baseball again. I know they’re keeping with the old Senators tradition as best they can, but it’s a little untimely and creepy that the D.C. team’s got a big, fat “W” as the cap logo. Untimely and creepy bein’ as their most notorious resident, Dubya himself once sold the Rangers (the expansion team formed at the expense of the original Sen’s) off. Took that to the Red Roof north of town and slept on it for a while.
Sunday February 27, 2005
Was great to see Bev and all the WMNF crew again. They graciously brought enough homecooked food to fill Skynrd and crew, and gave us a tour of their new facilities that were just completed. On air performance was rickety but serviceable much like a Jason Marquis outing. Stole a nap in the van later at the New World in order to get my head right for show, and the humidity was fantastic and monster-ish. Ybor City has become quite the municipal nightlife playground with its cigar stores, Starbucks, and dance clubs, and it’s always fun to roam and dodge all the folks in white pants, rayon shirts and ready-for-the-weekend cazzzzh sandals. Mandals? Show was lots of fun, and New Roman Times were smokin’ in front of the home staters. Was good to be with them again and hang with all the FL friends. Very porch-like atmosphere here, and I think we turned in a decent one for a very superb crowd. Managed to get “Huge in Every City” in at the end of the show, and I recall borrowing someone’s beer somwhere in there. Thanks for that. Loaded out happily in the mist and light rain, only to wind up at a Lakeland Waffle House with the NRT’s scowling at me eggs and giggling at dumb shit, making noises. Rain was pouring by then. Got back to Orlando by morning light thanks to Shane. Loaded things back into the NRT house and landed sleepily and soundly. Uly was not spastic for once.
Saturday February 26, 2005
Uneasy and not sure-handed today for lack of sleep. WMNF radio thing in a little while and nervous about it some. Rain got to us pretty good yesterday, and we sprinted through parking lots in puddles clad in water-welcoming shoes and coats. Gator fan could smell my Volunteer-sympathetic blood at Bread Company and stared at me with suspicious eyes. Steve Miller was on the radio again and it was no accident. No accident, man. Wood screw in front right is holding well though I’ve got my eye on it every day. Won’t pull it out as it might ruin the good times and what good are ya’ if your good times are ruined by your own hand? Got to our friends’ Josie and Dan’s in Winter Park in time for reunitin’, coffee, Stroopwafels and an inevitable nap. Their Jack Russell terrier, Uly is a good but spastic friend in times of nap. His balls are gone. Pho 88 for dinner as Orlando tradition holds, and you should go if you go. Show at Will’s was real good times but Jason has to leave us tomorrow for his Alabama homeland. To say that we’ll miss him just sounds flimsy. Back to Josie and Dan’s for a couple of beers, a half-written song on a bunk bed, still spastic Uly, and conversation. 7am before I know it and merely hours before departure. Uneasy and not sure-handed now. WMNF radio thing in a little while and nervous about it some.
Friday February 25, 2005
It’s a straight shot to Gainesville from Atlanta, and we made sweet time through the pines and peanut stands and Orlando Vacation Bureau outlets of southern Georgia and north Florida. South of Macon, the landscape sprawls out pretty nicely, the traffic dies and the highway moves fast. Once you get to Florida, they give you three lanes to work with on each side, and it can become something of a speedway what with all the winterbirds and Disneyheads. I’ve enjoyed some good drives in this corridor over the last couple of years, watching sunsets flicker through the pines while listening to local radio glubs fumble their way through the call of Valdosta High baseball games. Got to Common Grounds, checked and strolled around to a couple of restaurants until we finally got served. The venue’s moved since I was last here a couple years ago, and has improved its whole situation nicely. The staff was great and the show went pretty well, but maybe some of the crowd had spring training on their minds? Loaded out and found our way to one of those Ramadas that our grandfolks might’ve stayed in back in the day – all separated buildings, one story, with lodge-like beams and decor in the rooms. The woman at the desk would eventually suspect that I stole a remote. I did not. Fell asleep and dreamt of spring training.
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Centro-matic
l-r: Matt Pence, Will Johnson, Mark Hedman, Scott Danbom
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Centro-matic
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South San Gabriel
l-r: Matt Pence, Will Johnson, Mark Hedman, Scott Danbom
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Centro-matic
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South San Gabriel
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South San Gabriel
l-r: Matt Pence, Scott Danbom, Will Johnson, Mark Hedman, Matt Stoessel
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South San Gabriel
top: Scott Danbom, Will Johnson, Mark Hedman
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South San Gabriel
top: Scott Danbom, Will Johnson, Mark Hedman
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South San Gabriel
l-r: Scott Danbom, Mark Hedman, Matt Pence, Matt Stoessel, Will Johnson
photo by Matt Pence
South San Gabriel
l-r: Scott Danbom, Will Johnson, Mark Hedman, Matt Stoessel, Matt Pence
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South San Gabriel
l-r: Matt Pence, Scott Danbom, Will Johnson, Mark Hedman, Matt Stoessel
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Biography / 2008
Keeping track of the distinctions between Centro-matic and South San Gabriel could be a full-time effort, if one were so inclined. Based in Denton, Texas, Centro-matic once titled an album South San Gabriel Songs/Music, only to give a splinter faction of the participating musicians—meaning Centro-matic and more friends—the name South San Gabriel and release that album in Europe under the new band name. South San Gabriel includes the four core members of Centro-matic, plus additional members, but we’ll get to that shortly. You might be inclined to say that Centro-matic material tends to be more rockin’, with SSG its mellow, literary counterpart, and Will Johnson’s solo material as…well…usually (how shall I put this?) skinny-dipping in the abyss—but it would be a gross oversimplification. Each of these projects shares all of the aforementioned respective qualities and more. What is distinctive about the release of Dual Hawks is that we get the chance to hear side-by-side the various ways in which Centro-matic and South San Gabriel complement and play off of each other—sort of the full-length equivalent of a split single.
Named for a model of an Italian accordion, Centro-matic began as little more than a home-recording outlet for Will Johnson’s unstoppable muse. Redo the Stacks (1997) was primarily the work of Johnson, with soon-to-be Centro-matic members Scott Danbom on violin and Matt Pence in the recording engineer’s seat. The band soon grew to become a more collaborative effort, with Danbom (“the pride of Ponca City, Oklahomaâ€) on keyboards, bass, and vocals, as well as the occasional violin, Pence on drums and production/engineering duties, and Mark Hedman on bass and guitar.
The head wound may have been a setback (as the name of Johnson’s music-publishing company implies), but it was by no means the expiration of Will Johnson’s songwriting prowess. Far from it. Over the past decade, we have been treated to—I hope I get the count right (or that somebody who hasn’t been drinking the tequila Will brought over fact-checks this thing)—nine Centro-matic albums, four EPs, five singles, two South San Gabriel albums, two Johnson solo efforts (as well as a tour-only release)—every one a Maserati. Some bands focus on quality; others on quantity. With Dual Hawks, the respective bands prove once again that they are one of the rare breeds who can do both. Catchy hooks, wiry guitars, harmonies and handclaps, splendid string and horn arrangements, and songs so well written and produced they will make indie-rockers of lesser mettle go home and cry.
I had the good fortune of spending some time on the road with these folks a few years back, and let me tell ya, in this business we call “show,†you meet some characters (not all of whom you’d feel comfortable having over for a barbecue). What struck me about Centro-matic and Co. was not simply that they are extremely talented musicians, producers, and arrangers, or that they are road-seasoned to the point of seeming incapable of performing a stale, by-the-numbers show, or that they consistently (and as frequently as their label will permit) put out stunning and at times breathtaking recordings, or that they are among the finest people I’ve been given the opportunity to know—but that they are all the encapsulation of of these things and more. Every day. Centro-matic and South San Gabriel are, in a word, exceptional (in all senses of the term). I would tell you more, but I don’t want to ruin the thrill you will get when you put Dual Hawks on for the first time. And I can guarantee you, it won’t be the last.
Edward Burch / Austin, Texas
February 2008
Nuts and bolts, where and when was the album recorded, and by whom?
Will Johnson: “We did the bulk of the Centro-matic side over the course of a week back in July 2006, most of which was written right there on the spot. We came back for some overdubs and such a few months later. The South San Gabriel side was recorded during February of 2007. All of the recordings were done at The Echo Lab in Argyle, Texas, by Matt Pence.â€
Remind me again, who is comprising South San Gabriel these days?
WJ: “It sometimes varies for the live version, but for this record we got a bunch of folks involved. There’s the four of us from Centro-matic, along with Matt Stoessel (pedal steel), Bryan VanDivier (bass guitar, baritone guitar, percussion), Robert Gomez (arrangements), Jeffrey Barnes (clarinet, bass clarinet, tenor saxophone, flute, throat singing), Buffi Jacobs (cello), Tamara Cauble (viola, violin), David Pierce (trombone), and James Driscoll (upright bass). “
Any guests on the project that I should note?
WJ: “All of ’em, homeslice!â€
Was Dual Hawks always conceived as a double album? Was it an excuse to get more songs out at once?
WJ: “Originally, our last record (Fort Recovery) was supposed to be a double album. In the end, we decided not to do it that way, but I think there was still a carried-over attraction to eventually doing one. As time went with all these recordings, I think we all came to agree that it was a very solid look at what each of our musical entities do. They sit pretty well together. I think it was originally Mark’s suggestion to do the split double album, and we all agreed it was time to shake things up a bit, put out a bold release and take a chance. Something real fan-friendly, and at the same time against the grain.â€
Where do the songs come from? Do they have a unifying thread?
WJ: “The approaches to each side were pretty different. I worked on the South San Gabriel songs for a number of months before we all got together, constantly picking at them, changing things. It’s far more preconceived, carefully orchestrated and labored over. The Centro-matic session was more about writing and recording right there in the moment. More than half of the Centro-matic side was written in the studio, and those songs were recorded within hours of being written. Lots of spontaneity, rawness, and fun in that approach.â€
Did you have “indie-rock ELO†on the brain at any point in the process?
WJ: “Yeah, more so I think during the South San Gabriel recordings.â€
Other thoughts about the project worth noting?
“We kept a loaded BB gun on the back porch at all times during the South San Gabriel sessions. We hung targets in the form of cans and photos of politicians, sports stars, and general turds and/or douchebags that we just don’t dig hanging from a tree in the distance. Anytime anyone needed to blow off some steam, they’d just pick up the BB gun and start shooting at stuff. Poor man’s therapy session, I guess.â€