Old 97's

Old 97's

Pedigo’s Magic Pilsner

Sunday Aug 5 2018

Doors: 7:00 pm / Show: 8:00 pm

Beachland Ballroom


This event is all ages

Old 97's
Old 97's
Since the Old 97’s roared out of Dallas more than fifteen years ago, they have blazed a trail through alt-country and power-pop, led by the piercingly observant lyrics of lead singer Rhett Miller. Each new Old 97’s record is hotly anticipated, and rightfully so: “Blame It On Gravity,” from 2008, contained some of the band’s most deeply felt and passionately played songs. But in a career full of high-water marks, “The Grand Theatre Volume 1” is perhaps the most ambitious and accomplished set of recordings yet.

The album, the band’s eighth, began to come together last year, when Miller was on a solo tour of Europe with Steve Earle. “When I started in this band, I wrote on the road constantly,” Miller says. “But I was 23 then, so everything was new to me. Over the years, those strange and wonderful things have begun to feel more commonplace. On the familiar highways, in familiar hotels, it’s pretty easy to turn into a zombie. But on this tour, I was in England and Ireland and Scandinavia, places where I haven’t spent very much time in, and because of that things seemed somehow fresh. I felt recharged. In these old British theaters, you sit around in ancient dressing rooms filled with these objects that could only be in these ancient dressing rooms. It was all very inspiring instead of tiring.”

The result was a set of songs rooted in specific locations. “The title track, which I wrote in Leeds, is like a series of postcards that try to capture the moment of falling in love; it begins in the Grand Theatre, which is a historic venue there, on the elevator. There’s another song, ‘Every Night Is Friday Night (Without You),’ that I wrote, or at least started to write, while I was walking around in Soho. And a song like ‘The Dance Class’ wouldn’t have happened if I wasn’t in Birmingham, trapped in a hotel, looking out at streets that were bleak and gray except for a dance studio across the way. I imagined an agoraphobic who sees a beautiful girl in that studio and fantasizes about being freed by her.” Miller’s portraits of love and loneliness are paired with some of the sharpest music the band has ever produced, from the propulsive celebration of “Every Night Is Friday Night (Without You)” to the manic (and almost panicked) energy of “The Dance Class.” There are also moving counterpoints, such as the album’s closer, “The Beauty Marks,” a stark, hushed ballad about a love affair in a London pub.

Even the songs written on this side of the Atlantic benefit from the same sense of charged observation. “There’s an anthem on there, ‘A State of Texas,’ that I wrote in New York,” Miller says, “and it’s specifically about not quite being home: the lyrics says ‘I’m living in a state of Texas’, not the state of Texas’.’

When Miller had his songs, he brought them to the rest of the band, and as usual, the Old 97s—the bassist Murry Hammond, the guitarist Ken Bethea, and the drummer Philip Peeples—rose to the challenge and then some. “I’ve been through this process many times—bringing my songs to the guys as we start to make a record– and I know they’re going to do something great with them. I’m still surprised to hear what they do, but I’m no longer surprised to be surprised. But there are so many fantastic things on this record, from a band standpoint. Murry’s basslines stray so far from the one-four alt-country style that he’s known for. They’re things that he might have played in our previous band,

Sleepy Heroes, eighteen years ago, but he hasn’t, for the most part, done it on Old 97’s records.”

The set was produced by Salim Nourallah, who also produced “Blame It On Gravity,” and once again it was an all-Texas affair. The band rehearsed the album in Dallas, at Sons of Hermann Hall, and recorded it—mostly live in the studio, with a minimum of overdubs—in Austin’s legendary Treefort studio. The richness and diversity of the album has led Miller to liken the record to the Clash’s legendary “London Calling,” a comparison he says is only half-flippant. “We had a running joke in the studio. Salim would say ‘Hey — that was great. Now try to do it more like the Clash.’ We aren’t the Clash, obviously, but that kind of direction does bring out some of the best parts of our band’s sound, that aggressive live rock-and-roll thing. There’s also a question of artistic freedom, and what ‘London Calling’ meant to them at that point in their career. After the first albums, they had a little bit of leeway to do something more grandiose. We’re in a similar place in our career. We’ve gotten critical approval, for what it’s worth. We have the loyalty of our fans. Now, we can do something bigger and weirder.”

Much of that weirdness comes from the band. “I come in with my songs,” Miller says, “but I really pride myself on being able to change on a dime when we’re in the studio. Someone might suggest doing a song faster, or slower, or with a train beat. I’ll try it, and then I’ll listen to it new. It’s a great process, because a song that was floundering can be the best song once it goes through that process. When I first wrote ‘Every Night Is Friday Night,’ it was a more traditional party song, and it wasn’t completely successful. I was singing, or thought I was singing, ‘Every night is Friday night with you.” But then Ken, who is the last person to even notice lyrics much less suggest a lyrical change, said that he had originally heard it as ‘Every night is Friday night without you.’ He wondered if it might be better that way, less predictable, and it was.”

One song that depended upon predictability was “Champaign Illinois,” which is a straightforward rewrite of old composition — and not one of the band’s own. It fits a set of new Miller lyrics to Bob Dylan’s epochal “Desolation Row,” and the experience of putting the song on the record was, even for hardened rock-and-roll veterans, an eye- opener. “I had written this song while I was listening to the Dylan song, obviously,” Miller says. “But I assumed we’d never be able to record it. Then, while we were making the record, we decided to go for it.” Phone calls were made, and more phone calls after that, and word finally came back that Dylan, who had heard a live version of the song, wanted to read the lyrics. “To hear my manager say, even in a flat business voice, ‘Bob Dylan likes what he heard and wants to read your lyrics,’ well, that was something you dream about,” Miller says. “It turned out that he liked our version so much that he wanted to split the publishing 50/50 with us. So that’s how I ended up writing a song with Bob Dylan. I’ve never been prouder, and I assume he feels the same.”

Though Miller is frequently funny and self-deprecating, the “Volume 1” of the title is not a joke. “I came back from the trip with more than two dozen songs,” Miller says. “I kept thinking we would whittle the set down, but it became obvious that none of the songs were falling by the wayside.” That meant, for the first time in the band’s career, that the

Old 97s would record a double album. “But how do you really have a double album in today’s climate?” says Miller. “I mean, think about how records are distributed and consumed.” The solution was not a traditional double album (as it would have been in the seventies or eighties) or two albums released simultaneously (as it would have been in the nineties), but rather a pair of thematically linked records released six months apart: “The Grand Theatre Volume 2” is due out in May 2011.

The same themes — place and displacement, communication and correspondence— power the second volume as well. “If anything, they’re a little more explicit on the there,” Miller says. “But that idea, that songs come from somewhere, is strong on both halves of the record. It’s funny, because when I’m on stage and I feel myself drifting away, I bring myself back to the moment of writing the song. With the Grand Theatre songs, I was much more compulsive about marking down exactly where I was when the idea came to me. I think that makes for a unified studio record, and it definitely makes for a more focused set of performances onstage.” American audiences will have a chance to experience the band’s focus through the fall: the Old 97s are touring behind “The Grand Theatre Volume One" from December until next April, at which time the touring for "The Grand Theatre Volume Two" will begin.
Pedigo’s Magic Pilsner
Pedigo’s Magic Pilsner
My name is John Pedigo. I was born a while ago in Dallas TX – November 27 1978 to be exact. I’m a singer, songwriter, musician, and producer whose been lucky to be a part of many bands and collaborations over the years – The O’s, Slick 57, Rose County Fair, Boys Named Sue, Vandoliers, Party Police, and more. I’ve also had roles in commercials, films, videos, and other random nonsensical artistic endeavors. I went to Woodrow Wilson High School in Dallas and have a BA from Emerson College in Boston, MA. if you’re interested in that sort of trivia.

Pedigo’s Magic Pilsner is an ode to my Dad, and the name has its own story: When I was a kid, he made nearly undrinkable beer and called it Pedigo’s Magic Pilsner. He’d make it in the kitchen sink which in the end was where it all ended up anyway, because no one would drink it; arguably more successful was the bowling team he named after the beer – PM Pilsners. (Which I was lucky enough to sub for on many occasions and got a sturdy learning on the sport.) While I don’t make my own beer, I do feel that the music is a brew of styles and years I’ve put into music; at some points it is straight forward singer-songmaker-upper and at others is straight-up rock and roll. From rockabilly onward I’ve played most styles and have seen a good chunk of the world doing so.

It’s 2017 – a year that starts with as much trepidation as it does intrepid hope; a hope that we can forge an unfeigned path through any timorous landscape with our footprints firmly fossilized in the ground. We all create our own fate. We all have power to change and fix what we don’t like. But mostly, we are not helpless when we are hopeful.

My wife told me 9 years ago, “Every year gets better.” A mantra that I’ve adopted. Each year, we learn more and more about ourselves. There’s new discovery that leads us towards the knowledge of what we hold within ourselves. Obviously, most of this is personal and self serving – things as simple as which foods or music we love to each and every one of our choices and beliefs. However, either way, we become more and more who we are each year; solidifying our person.

In 2008, Taylor Young and I started the group The O’s, a challenge to get ourselves on the road as easily as possible; a two ‘One-man-band’ onslaught. If we could keep overhead low with just two dudes, there was nothing stopping us from hopping in a van or on a plane and playing a show. Which we did and still do. Nine years strong and four albums, countless touring and hazy mishaps, the band has played from 10-10000 people on every stage from trailer beds to the Hammersmith Odeon in London. We’ve ventured further than some, but shorter than many playing over 150 shows a year.

Before The O’s, I spent my wayfaring nights with Slick 57, Boys Named Sue, and Rose County Fair. Slick was lucky enough to sign with an Australian label called Laughing Outlaw Records. Because of them, we did a ton of US touring, a bunch of European touring, and an Australian/New Zealand tour. It was fantastically disastrous and made us all who we are today. And I mean that emotionally and physically as my liver would attest. The Sues have had a raucous run of fun delivering dated country music and good times with the largest of winks. Rose County Fair gave me the indie deluge I needed at the time between Slick 57 and The O’s.

Pedigo’s Magic Pilsner continues a personal path; a continuation of a musical journey. But mostly it’s an homage to my Dad who has always been my number one fan. He got sick recently and it brought with it a true sense of mortality. In remission now, we’ve bought more time. And during this, I plan to make him proud. As it has always been, my goal is to deliver music from the heart, art from the soul, truth from whichever medium necessary. From developing one’s craft to sacred friendships and family, not much else matters on the journey. Other than bowling.
Venue Information:
Beachland Ballroom
15711 Waterloo Road
Cleveland, OH, 44110