Thursday, February 6, 2020

That’s the Ticket Entertainment presents Rhett Miller (of the Old 97s) with special guests Salim Nourallah and TRIPI live at the 9th Ward 

Tickets: On Sale Fri 11/8 12noon $31 advance, $36 day of show General Admission Standing at eventbrite Babeville Box Office (M-F 11a-5p)

6:30pm Doors, 7:00pm Show

“This has been a hell of a year,” Rhett Miller says. “I turned 48 in September and I’m still surprising myself.”

After more than two decades as founding member of the venerable Old 97’s and acclaimed singer–songwriter in his own right, Rhett Miller has crafted a trio of new projects that see him pushing his creative energies in hitherto untraveled directions. Among them are two utterly unique new albums – one solo, the other as part of Old 97’s – as well as his first ever book, a collection of subversive kids’ poems.

THE MESSENGER, Miller’s eighth solo album, is perhaps his most unflinchingly personal collection of songs to date. Recorded over five spring days at The Isokon in Woodstock, NY with producer/musician Sam Cohen (Kevin Morby, Benjamin Booker), THE MESSENGER sees Miller playing it faster and looser than perhaps any other time in his quarter century career, instilling songs like the first single, “Total Disaster,” with a groovy limberness that belies the reflective darkness within. Backed by a white hot backing combo comprised of Cohen (Electric & Acoustic Guitars, Pedal Steel Guitar, Keys), Brian Betancourt (Bass), and Ray Rizzo (Drums), Miller worked quickly and with purpose, fast-tracking four or five “keepers” each day.

“I wanted this record to be less safe,” he says. “I wanted to put myself in the hands of a producer who was going to do things that I didn’t expect; I wanted to perform with people I didn’t know and be surprised by what they came up with. And all of that really came to pass.

“That’s what you’re getting with this record. You’re getting a locked-in rhythm section with a crazy, psychedelic guitar maestro playing along with me as I dig deep into these songs about depression and insecurity and modern life and somehow wanting to live despite all of it,” Miller chuckles.

While that might sound somewhat flip, Miller is in some ways more serious than ever before. THE MESSENGER sees the veteran song-smith diving deep into his own youthful encounters with suicide and depression, placing “a long distance phone call to myself as a 14-year-old” on surprisingly buoyant new songs like “Permanent Damage” and “I Used To Write In Notebooks.”

“For a lot of years I tried to keep self-reference out of my work,” he says, “and I believe there’s a lot to be said for that. There’s enough about what I do that’s masturbatory without me reading from my diary. But at a certain point, when you want to dig into personal issues and maybe explore things from your own past, you have to let yourself go there.”

Miller hadn’t publicly addressed his adolescent suicide attempt until a 2008 interview with Terry Gross on Fresh Air. “She asked me about my suicide attempt and I found myself telling her the story. I was surprised at how people responded. I ended up doing a little work on behalf of the National Suicide Prevention Network and that kind of blossomed to where I’ve made a point of recognizing my own history and doing whatever I can to try and bring it out of the shadows and make it something people are okay talking about. But even then, I’d never really recognized it in my own work.”

And while THE MESSENGER addresses this darkness head-on many times, the album also visits the brighter corners. Songs like “You Were A Stranger” and “Wheels” speak to the joy that comes with having survived. Towards the end of “Wheels,” when Miller sings “I’m broken, we’re all broken, we just keep on trying,” it’s clearly a rallying cry rather than a lament.

After delving inward to create THE MESSENGER, Miller rejoined his mates in the Old 97’s – Murry Hammond (Bass, Vocals), Ken Bethea (Electric Guitar), and Philip Peeples (Drums & Percussion) – to make a red-and-green gift for the world. Produced, mixed & engineered by John Pedigo in the band’s home state of Texas, LOVE THE HOLIDAYS presents a stocking stuffed with rockin’ new Yuletide favorites, capped off inevitably by the Old 97’s take on the New Year’s Eve staple, “Auld Lang Syne.” Among the album’s many highlights are the title track, co-written with Kevin Russell (The Gourds, Shinyribs), “Gotta Love Being A Kid (Merry Christmas)” and “Snow Angels,” both co-written with acclaimed prose writer Ben Greenman, and the continuing saga of everyone’s favorite reindeer, “Rudolph Is Blue,” co-written by Miller and Dan Bern.

“I’ve thought about making a Christmas record for years and years,” Miller says. “My goal was to make a record that could stand up alongside the classics, a record that would offer some new songs to this frustratingly finite list of holiday tunes that we all have to listen to on a loop between Halloween and New Year’s Day. We all get sick of the old ones, so why not try and come up with some new options for people to listen to when they’re wrapping their gifts and snuggling in front of the fire?”

Speaking of gifts, Miller has teamed with Caldecott Medalist and bestselling artist Dan Santat for NO MORE POEMS!, a hilarious collection of irreverent poems for modern families, to be published March 5th, 2019 by Little/Brown Books For Young Readers. Written in the tradition of Shel Silverstein and Edward Gorey, Miller’s poems bring a fresh new twist to the classic dilemmas of childhood as well as a perceptive eye to the foibles of modern family life. Full of clever wordplay and bright visual gags – with toilet humor to spare – these clever verses will have the whole family cackling.

“I was missing my kids so bad while out on tour,” Miller says. “So I had to come up with a trick to get them to spend time on the phone with me. The trick was, ‘Hey, I wrote a poem, and I need you kids to critique it for me.’ I gave them carte blanche to criticize me, to tell me that what I did was stupid. They let me have it, which was so great. It kept them on the phone way longer than if it was just me moping about how lonely I was in Peoria, Illinois or whatever.”

Miller – who left Sarah Lawrence with a full scholarship for creative writing to pursue a career in music – has long worked a side game as a writer, publishing a number of essays, short stories, and criticism over the past 20 years. Though NO MORE POEMS! is his first proper book to be published, he firmly avows it will not be his last.

“When I dropped out I thought, I’ll do rock ‘n’ roll when I’m young and then when I’m middle aged, I can segue into writing with decades of experience under my belt,” he says. “So now, that plan is coming to fruition. If I have my druthers, I’m going to keep writing books of different stripes for years and years to come. “

From THE MESSENGER to LOVE THE HOLIDAYS to NO MORE POEMS!, Miller’s current crop of original output is testament to those aforementioned decades of experience, each distinct project marked by his ever-increasing skill set and multi-faceted approach to art and artistry. Having long ago committed himself to the artist’s life, he has kept his nose to the grindstone, determined each and every day to create something of quality, meaning, and purpose.
“I’ve always believed that making art gives meaning to life,” says Rhett Miller. “So far it’s worked out pretty well.”

Salim Nourallah

Somewhere South of Sane is the 7th solo album from artist, producer, Palo Santo Records co-founder, and Dallas indie music godfather Salim Nourallah. A sprawling double album (21 tracks), this is Nourallah’s boldest work yet: an album that explores the desolation of peace in America (“Relief”), the implosion of a marriage (“Betrayal”), madness of a life lived among the record stacks (“Boy in a Record Shop”). An honest, often brutal introspective exercise that is relatable, heartbreaking, and amusing all at the same time. The two-fisted melancholy of John Lennon and the elegant bluntness of Neil Finn, Somewhere South of Sane elevates Nourallah to the apex of its art.

In the tradition of nakedly stark, confessional songwriters like John Lennon and Bob Dylan, Nourallah makes no bones about confronting his inner demons on Somewhere South of Sane.  While Nourallah boasts quite an impressive C.V. of production credits (Old 97’s, Rhett Miller, The Damnwells, Buttercup, Carter Albrecht) alongside a rich solo catalog already six albums deep and numerous other projects, he stated Somewhere South of Sane is the first true “record” he’s ever made, and quite possibly his last. “Its always stuck me that in the music world there is the gigantic dogpile of albums buy artists that don’t know when to stop. Is it ego? I don’t know. But I never saw myself making records forever. At a certain point, when do you cease being relevant? When have you said everything you need to say? I don’t know if I’m quite there yet, but I’m getting pretty close,” Nourallah says with a laugh.

TRIPI 

Nothing places you in the heart of a moment like music. It comes from an almost intangible place, a wellspring filled with emotions and a power to bring people together. Tony Tripi has been using that power for years, creating new music filled with life, love, and soul. He understands that everything is happening now, and that all of us are shining from moment to moment. We are connected, all of us, sharing an individual and collective human experience. Tripi’s music examines and highlights that truth in a positive manner, reminding listeners they are neither powerless nor alone. If you’ve ever suspected that music can change the world, join Tony Tripi on his journey. You may discover you’re right.

Growing up in the Midwest, Tony was influenced by a wide range of musical influences. The smooth crooning of Dean Martin and Tony Bennett. The outlaw country of Waylon Jennings. The howling Detroit rock of Bob Seger and the Silver Bullet Band. The epic psychedelia of The Doors. The raspy poetry of Tom Waits. The pure funk of the Ohio Players. All that music makes an impression on a young man. It’s an education, but you can’t teach that. You can only live it.

Tony Tripi knows that there are long, dark nights, and there’s nothing that will get you through but the right singer singing the right song, with words that feel like they were written expressly for you. You feel a heart connection with it, and it gives you hope.

Tripi has spent his life walking a mile in your shoes and his music, filled with hope and harsh, beautiful human truths, reflects that. Lyrically beautiful and musically rich, the music of Tony Tripi is rock and roll for the soul.