We walked into the Skylark Lounge in Denver last weekend and here's the first thing we saw:
Me and Nate Jones
As many of you know, in Halden’s secret life he is an illustrator, sometimes working for Colorado clients like New Belgium Brewery, for whom he’s done conceptual drawings for beer labels.
Recently he had the opportunity to create an animation (something he hasn’t done since his animating classes in 1987!) for the brewery’s Clips of Faith Film Festival. And here it is. Based on a phone call to New Belgium by one of Fat Tire’s biggest fans, it gets funnier the more you watch it.
(Or you can view the HD version here.)
Let’s just say that all Halden wants to do now is wreck cars and break into bars.
Live! at Hodi's to be released January 27th, 2012
by Greg Schochet
You asked for it, and we finally did it--a live Hi*Beams album!
Recorded in one night last winter in front of an adoring yet discriminating Fort Collins audience, Live at Hodi's is 15 tracks of pure Rocky Mountain Honky-Tonk. With three CDs of originals already in the catalog, Live at Hodi's features many of our most-requested covers, as well as some of our own tunes, all rocked out.
It's nerve-wracking knowing you're "playing to tape," but we did what we always do--had a beer and played and sang our hearts out. We're thrilled with how it came out and think you will be too.
So if you're local, come celebrate with us at Hodi's Halfnote in Fort Collins, scene of the recording itself. It'll be a festive night, what with a new CD and the fantastic Mama Lenny and the Remedy opening. If not, look for it on January 27th here on the website, iTunes, CD Baby, and Amazon.
If you don't like live albums...get the hell out!!
Dead on the Creek Festival
by Greg Schochet
When I first joined the Hi*Beams in the fall of 2003, I was well aware that my path to that moment had been an unusual one. Long-haired Jewish Deadhead from Long Island becomes country-western guitar player in Colorado? Sounds like a pitch for a bad after-school special.
Still, my past was clearer than my future, and I soon mentioned to Halden that we should do a Grateful Dead song. "You know, something well known, like 'Friend of the Devil'." When Halden said "Never heard of it, but I like the name," I knew I had reached the other side.
Sure, I can see how you'd miss the Dead growing up in conservative Ft. Worth, but the Dead didn't miss country. Jerry Garcia himself said that Don Rich was the first electric guitarist who really knocked him out. And when Jerry sat down at his pedal steel with New Riders of the Purple Sage in 1969, the face of twang got a lot hairier.
And how else would I have gotten from bagels to Bakersfield? The first Merle Haggard or Marty Robbins songs I ever heard were sung by a cut-off-jeans-wearing Bob Weir, my first Hank Williams was likely Jerry crooning "You Win Again" on Europe '72. Hell, my first time in Texas was to see the Dead during freshman year in college
So before you hang me at high noon for turning the Hi*Beams into a hippie band, consider that those tie-dyed music-loving hordes didn't stop loving music when Jerry died. Turns out they still love to get together in beautiful places and get their boogie on for days at a time.
Which brings us to the Dead on the Creek Festival in Willits, CA. We'll be playing a 3 hour set there on Sunday, August 7th. Over 10 years running, DOTC is the brainchild of one Uncle John, one of a unique breed: old-school hippies committed to preserving a utopian live music experience. John books what he likes: if you've been in the Dead, played with somebody in the Dead, or sound like somebody from the Dead, you are probably welcome, but so is bluegrass, Celtic, jazz and even the Hi*Beams!
Four days in the wooded hills of Mendocino County with 400 music junkies, bands from all over the country, organic homemade food and libations...now that's country.
1st Annual Hops & Honky Tonk Festival
Colorado is the land of many music festivals, but we've never heard of one devoted to honky tonk. So of course we decided to start one of our own.
Our good friends at Oskar Blues Liquids and Solids gave us the run of their back patio for our festival site, and we took the opportunity to invite some of our friends and inspirations. Lineup features us (of course!), former BR549 frontman Chuck Mead and his band the Grassy Knoll Boys, Truckstop Honeymoon (hard to describe, but great!), and Longmont locals Bonnie and the Clydes. Longtime Boulder singer/songwriter Danny Shafer will be on hand to play some acoustic songs between sets.
It's a whole lot of really good music for just $10. We're thrilled to present this and hope to see you there.
Doors open 1:30 pm, show starts at 2 and goes until 8 or dark or everyone goes home. Show goes on rain or shine. Kids are ok, dogs aren't.
Preview music from the festival acts at www.hibeams.com/hops.
Cheyenne Frontier Days Train gig
by Greg Schochet
In some ways, the Denver Post Cheyenne Frontier Days Train gig is a negative image of all other gigs: It occupies the part of a day when we're normally not playing, 6:00 A.M. to 9:00 P.M. During the day, of course, we're usually traveling to play somewhere. In this case, we're playing on the transportation. Sure, it's not unusual for people to start drinking at 7:00...P.M.! Yup, the bar is open and and Brandon (best bartender ever) is awhirl as soon as the train leaves Union Station at 7:00 A.M. sharp. And oh yeah, at most gigs, the audience has to actually pay for their drinks.
So this one's a little different.
The first run was in 1908 at the behest of Frederick Bonfils, the Post's publisher and co- owner. Sounds like it was a schmoozefest for the Post's advertisers and business buddies in Denver and Cheyenne. While there's still some official "love you man" between CO and WY, I'd say it's more like a one day spring break for adults, rodeo-style.
Esteemed Denver bluegrass band Southern Exposure have roamed the cars for over 10
years. The Hi*Beams made one trip before Damon and I joined, and we think this year
was our 5th with the current lineup. We play in the "dance car," but let's call a spade
a spade: it's the bar car. Hardwood floors, and a bar. We strap the PA to the walls and
ceiling, and surf the rocking of the rails as we play. The trip up takes about two hours,
then a big barbecue lunch for all the passengers. Everyone gets tickets to the rodeo.
Damon and I watched for an hour this year. We saw one bull rider get his face smashed,
so it was a success.
The ride home in the bar car is undoubtedly one of the highlights of our year. Hot,
crowded, rowdy dancing at 40 mph. On a historic steam train, with free booze. When you
get tired of dancing, you can stand at one of the four oversize windows and wave at the
hundreds of train buffs who line the route with their cameras. Pulling into Denver as the
last of the sunset fades, everyone is wrung out and sleepy. And thinking about next year.