August 2015

We Hung Out Backstage with Deftones and Their Kids

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Deftones

Wednesday, Aug. 26

Shoreline Amphitheatre

Backstage at the Shoreline Amphitheatre, the Deftones were being hurried to get through their sound check and, inevitably, let the stage crew set up the openers before showtime.

“7 minutes,” shouted one of the crew members, which served as a stark reminder of just how time-sensitive Live Nation shows of this size are. With nary a person in the amphitheatre — sans a couple of buddies taking pics for their own social media purposes — it was just the band, sound men, and crew in the building (and a whole hell of a lot of sweet-smelling smoke which also blew through their set).

At the band’s catering and seated outdoor area directly behind the stage one could witness what Deftones were really about today: family.

Hard rock staples Deftones have enjoyed a long and successful run since releasing Adrenaline (1995). From coveted support slots with timeless acts to headlining venues and festivals across the globe, the group is one of the few bands that were unceremoniously categorized into the nu-metal genre when it was anything but.

Last Wednesday’s Deftones’ show was proof positive of their longevity as evidenced by the nearly sold-out crowd in attendance. This particular show, however, was unlike most other dates on their co-headlining tour with Incubus and, in many ways, a sort of homecoming. Although not the band’s original hometown of Sacramento, Mountain View served as a good halfway point between Southern California, Sacramento, and Oregon where the band members now reside (although bassist Sergio Vega still lives in Manhattan).

Most of the seats (if not all) in the band’s patio area — encircled by dressing rooms and production offices — were filled with lively conversation and most of the band members mingled and gave tours to loved ones and their guests.

Drummer Abe Cunningham smiled from ear to ear while showing off his drum kit (which he referred to as his ‘office’) to a large handful of teens (including his own) who took pictures with their phones whenever possible while getting a tour of the stage before doors opened.

And while the band still thoroughly enjoys itself on tour, the very vocal drummer said he loved being at home just as much. “I don’t like days off. I’d rather play back to back shows” said Cunningham. “We’re getting close to end of this run and it’ll be nice to be back.”

Singer Chino Moreno’s wife Risa held court with her girlfriends in one area while a bevy of dudes sat around and drank beer, listened to Delgado’s music selections, and followed up with some heftier shots of much stronger spirits next door.

Hanging out on the backstage patio, singer Chino Moreno was aglow as he held his bike. Sitting atop on the seat, his daughter Lola hi-fived me. “I love living in Oregon (speaking of his recent move),” Moreno said. “I’m away from it all there.”

During the near 23 hours the band are not playing each night, they’re either traveling, catching up on lost sleep, seeing friends from other bands in cities they met over the years, or simply hanging with other bands on the tour at the venue.

“We don’t really do that much aside from hanging at the venue” said keyboard / turntablist Frank Delgado. “We’re usually at venues like this or in the middle of nowhere and have little time to do anything. The guys shot some guns in Kansas City and Chino rides his bike, but most of us just go off and do our own thing.”

And while it was easy to lose track of time while catching up with everyone, the band has grown accustomed to their daily routine and slowly started peeling away one-by-one to change and get ready to play. With a quick nudge from Assistant Tour manager Juan Gonzalez, everyone was ushered out of the dressing rooms.

It was, after all, showtime.

Like every Live Nation show, much to the delight of anal retentive fans who like things on schedule, Deftones started their set at the scheduled time of 7:30 p.m. and exited the stage just around 8:50 p.m.

It was a solid set replete with fan favorites like “Engine #9,” Passenger,” and “Diamond Eyes” and an energy from the stage that couldn’t be matched by the night’s closer, Incubus.

“We’re old…we got kids!” Chino said to the crowd half-joking and half-serious midway through the band’s set. Just a little bit later, Lola would confirm his statement and run across the stage wearing her Stormtrooper mask much to the delight of father Moreno and company.

Who knew rock and roll could be so tame yet so cool at the same time?

Critic’s Notebook

– The amount of invited backstage guests at this show was particularly astounding. Even though standing areas onstage were clearly demarcated by fluorescent green tape, many couldn’t follow directions and made the crew’s job during the show that much harder. Deftones’ catch-all crew member Juan Gonzales spent the entire set keeping folks out of the way and, more importantly, from spilling onto the stage.

– In a conversation with drummer Abe Cunningham, it was noted the show’s opener The Bots had an ultra-brief set. “I’ve heard of 20 minute and 30 minute sets before but these guys only get 15 minutes. That’s insane. 15 minutes? Have you ever heard anything like that?” he said.

– Even the excellent staff at The Shoreline which had short shifts in concessions, security, or otherwise, were forced to park in the venue’s dirt parking lot. Only those who wished to pony up the cash for premier parking near the venue were allowed the closest spots. You would think they’d deserve some parking perks. Apparently not.

(SF Weekly)

Together in song. Aussie folkies reunite for first album and U.S. tour in four years.

The Waifs: (from left) Donna Simpson, Josh Cunningham and Vikki Thorn.
The Waifs: (from left) Donna Simpson, Josh Cunningham and Vikki Thorn.
Photo Jarrad Seng.


Chico Performances presents The Waifs Tuesday, Aug. 25, 7:30 p.m., at Laxson Auditorium.
Tickets: $13-$29
Laxson Auditorium
Chico State
898-6333
www.chicoperformances.com

Chicoans had grown accustomed to indie-folk band The Waifs making a stop in town or at a nearby summer festival nearly every year, but the upcoming appearance as the opening act of the new Chico Performances season comes in the middle of the band’s first North American tour in four years. Live shows, not to mention rehearsals and recording, have been few and far between as of late for the Australian-born band.

“Donna’s living back in Australia, Josh is between California and Australia, and David lives in Eastern Canada in the bushes,” explained vocalist/guitarist Vikki Thorn about her bandmates as she answered questions from her current home in Utah.

The Waifs’ core members—Thorn, vocalist/guitarist Josh Cunningham and vocalist/guitarist (and Thorn’s sister) Donna Simpson—have been together for 23 years, and along with their regular rhythm section (drummer David Ross MacDonald and bassist Ben Fraz), they’ve weathered a few peaks and valleys in activity over that time. But with homes and growing families spread across the globe, it’s getting harder to bring everyone together.

“After finishing a tour in 2011, we felt a little tired. No phone calls were exchanged; we just stopped really. That was the third time I had not performed for that length of time with the band,” said Thorn. “However, it was a really important time for me to connect with my kids and become a mother and learn how to maintain a house and do all the things a mother does.”

Nonetheless, in 2014, the band members reunited for an Australian tour and, finding themselves in the same country at the same time, decided to do a new recording. They ended up in the coastal town of Byron Bay with American producer Nick DiDia (Bruce Springsteen, Pearl Jam) and recorded their first album since 2011’s Temptation, the just-released Beautiful You (on the band’s own Jarrah Records).

For the new recording, the three songwriters—who normally write separately, bringing individual songs to the group—decided to get the creative juices flowing by trying something different.

“Before we went into the studio … I asked the band, ‘Why don’t we write an album together (which we had never done before) and collaborate?’ Eventually, we rented a little beach house in Australia and sat around the kitchen table and really didn’t know what to do. It actually got a little tense since we hadn’t seen each other in three years.”

With the new collaborative approach not working out as planned, it took one member going off solo again to get them back on track.

“At one point, Donna stormed out and wrote ‘Beautiful You’ and from there it took off. Sometimes in this group the motivation is little competition between songwriters.”

The result is an album that again features the three songwriters bringing their own tunes to the table, but this time with a more even disbursement of credits, with four from Simpson, three from Cunningham and five from Thorn.

The album features many standout folk and Americana-tinged numbers, such as the title track and Simpson’s harmonica-soaked ballad “When a Man Gets Down,” which showcases her phrasing and vocal skills.

Conversely, on the pretty and evocative “Black Dirt Track,” one of the album’s strongest numbers, Thorn reminisces about a special place from her childhood: “Black dirt track/Bare brown feet/Child’s a girl/with secrets to keep.”

“It was the summer camp where my grandfather and father grew up,” Thorn explained about the song. “There’s a black dirt track that goes into the fishing camp called Cozy Corner.”

While the band tours America (and soon Australia) in support of Beautiful You, Thorn remains enthusiastic about playing music on a more consistent basis and contributing even more songs to upcoming albums. “It feels like I only started writing a lot more songs in the last five years,” she said.

We’ll wait. We’re used to it.

(CN&R)

Think of the children

Seriously, this is kid-friendly.
Seriously, this is kid-friendly.PHOTO BY DIVINO SAN PEDRO

For the better part of 18 years, Runaway Stage Productions has brought area theatergoers some of the finest stage productions that seem as though they were made specifically for your kids. Those who’ve never checked out a show at the historic 24th Street Theatre can redeem themselves this weekend by taking in a showing of Little Shop Of Horrors on the Broadway Stage. This version of the musical about a hungry plant is geared toward the 10-years-old-and-up set, but any kid who can sit still long enough is welcome. Bonus: There’s the chance to meet the characters following the show. 8 p.m. Friday and Saturday; 2 p.m. Sunday, $18-$25. 2791 24th Street, www.runawaystage.com. Through September 13.

(SN&R)

Traffic jammed

McMetal: Thanks to social media and lots of curious (and bored) metalheads, Mac Sabbath drew near 200 or so heads at Harlow’s Restaurant & Nightclub on a Sunday night.

And while heavy metal shows are usually followed by a late-night stop through a random McDonald’s drive-thru, this was likely the first band anyone had seen that combined the two worlds.

The band was fronted by the insane and twisted persona of one Ronald Osbourne and rounded out by a remarkably able costumed band that included Slayer McCheese (guitar), Grimalice (bass), and the Cat Burglar (drums). This show was only rivaled by ones put on by the likes of costumed bands such as Green Jelly and Gwar.

With a stage adorned in red, yellow and white, the group tore through a set of Black Sabbath parodies, including “More Ribs,” “Sweet Beef” and fan favorite “Frying Pan.” It was nauseating, fulfilling and weird all at the same time.

(SN&R)

Eight Gigs: Primitive Man

Sun., Aug. 16, 8 p.m., Starlite Lounge, $10

Talent buyer Chris Lemos recently asked his Facebook friends why many of his amazing shows at Starlite were grossly underattended. The answer was Sacramento was suffering from having too many shows. People don’t have the extra cash they once did and have to pick and choose these days. If that’s true, then I’m making a decision for you. You must see Denver’s Primitive Man, even if you have to pay the rent late or forgo a meal. These lads released a nauseatingly heavy EP earlier this year, Home Is Where The Hatred Is, that simply blows doors off of every like-minded release of the last year. 1517 21st Street, http://primitiveman
doom.bandcamp.com
.

(SN&R)

Eight Gigs: Acrylics

Sun., Aug. 16, 7 p.m., The Colony, $5

Santa Rosa’s Acrylics played with Jello Biafra and the Guantanamo School of Medicine and brought down the house with their raucous brand of sloppy, angst-driven punk. Although they describe themselves as “Not That Shitty East Coast Band,” it’s fairly obvious a proper introduction is needed. If you’re a fan of Victims Family (yes, no apostrophe), Alice Donut, Sonic Youth or the Butthole Surfers in their heyday, this band is not to be missed. If you’re still buzzing from drinking too much coffee on a Sunday afternoon, the only logical play is to continue the party so you’re miserable at your shitty job on Monday. 3512 Stockton Boulevard, www.facebook.com/acrylicsfreekpunk.

(SN&R)

Adios! Buena Vista Social Club out on farewell tour.

The Buena Vista Social Club released their debut, self-titled album in 1997, and introduced America to the spirit of Cuban music. After the album caught fire in the States, a film followed in 1999, along with several solo albums by contributing members, all under the Buena Vista Social Club moniker. The Orquesta Buena Vista Social Club plays the Green Center on
Aug. 16, as part of their Adios Tour.

The original band members hit their prime in the 1940s and ’50s, and though some of these integral musicians, like Compay Segundo, Rubén González and Ibrahim Ferrer, have since passed, the current touring ensemble keeps the tradition of Cuban son music alive and well. Surviving members include trumpeter Manuel “Guajiro” Mirabal, laúd player Barbarito Torres, trombonist and conductor Jesus “Aguaje” Ramos, and the multitalented guitarist Eliades Ochoa alongside newer members. The show also features chanteuse Omara Portuondo, who could sing excerpts of a Volvo car manual and make it sound wonderful.

The Orquesta Buena Vista Social
Club’s Adios Tour takes arrives Sunday,
Aug. 16, at the Green Music Center’s
Weill Hall and lawn, 1801 East Cotati Ave., Rohnert Park. 4pm. $15–$45. 866.955.6040.

(North Bay Bohemian)

Music’s color wheel

Meaty set, not-so-meaty crowd: Weekday shows tend to suffer, and unfortunately, the July 28 Meat Puppets stop at Harlow’s Restaurant & Nightclub followed the trend.

Even with a billing that would most likely fill up a venue of the same size in any other market— Soul Asylum was also on the bill—Sacramento numbers were just enough to keep manager Jim Cornett happy. In other words, Harlow’s just broke even.

Meat Puppets founding members Curt and Cris Kirkwood along with drummer Shandon Sahm and touring guitarist Elmo Sherwood (who is Curt’s son) opened with a wonderful instrumental called “Seal Whales” and slowly coerced everyone from the back and front patios to venture inside.

Singer-guitarist Curt led the band through spirited renditions of the Meat Puppets catalog (with songs dating back to the band’s inception in 1980), including a lengthy version of “Up on the Sun” that showcased the group’s dynamics and ability to stretch out a traditionally five-minute song. Also worthy of note was the inclusion of “Comin’ Down” from Meat Puppets’ iconic 1994 release Too High To Die.

And although Curt hinted that he had some tempo issues with Sahm on a couple of numbers, the band settled in and ultimately delivered an awesome set replete with fan favorites including “The Monkey And The Snake,” and a cover of “Cathy’s Clown” by the Everly Brothers.

Of course, no Meat Puppets show these days is complete without the band’s hit song, “Backwater,” or the wonderful “Lake of Fire” and “Plateau.” For the uninitiated, Curt and Cris were invited by Nirvana to play the latter two songs for the band’s breakthrough MTV Unplugged sessions. During the night’s performance of both, countless people within earshot whispered “Hey, here’s that Nirvana song,” while serious Meat Puppets fans just smiled. If they only knew.

(SN&R)

Eight Gigs: Nocturnal Blood

Sat., Aug. 8, Starlite Lounge, $8

Wretched Earth Productions, otherwise known as Matt Jensen and Rena Smith, are at it again bringing the finest local, regional, national and international underground metal. Ghastly Apparition is the mastermind of Inland Empire’s Nocturnal Blood, who also plays all the instruments himself on Devastated Graves—The Morbid Celebration (2010), his only full-length to date. If you’re into old-school black metal like Beherit, Demoncy or Hellhammer, songs like “Death Calls” and “Chaos Wrath” are quality pieces of furious songwriting. Kiss the bloody goat. 1527 21st Street, www.facebook.com/events/
1600495096867038
.

(SN&R)