The Roadside Graves played a great show at Mikey’s Gyros a week ago Friday. Before the show, the band gathered with a bunch of Stereopaths to eat pizza, drink beer, and shoot the breeze… and put in a little practice for an acoustic set they were asked to play at Pickathon. Gracious guys that they are, they let us film it for an outdoor Green Room Session. And so, here they are, doing “Where the Water Flows”, from the best damn record of 2009, My Son’s Home.

Roadside Graves – Where the Water Flows from Stereopathic on Vimeo.

If you can, see these guys live. They love doing what they do, they care about their music, and most shows end with them getting in the middle of the audience, banging on drums, starting singalongs, and working for their money.

Man, I love being on the Justin Townes Earle mailing list. Today they passed along the title track from his upcoming record, Harlem River Blues. The song is a new sound for Earle—full band, organ, handclaps, gospel-choir-ish background vocals—but it’s not a complete departure from what we’ve come to expect from and love about his music: it is yet another deeply-knowing homage to a period of country music history. Particularly, the 1970′s, when country had started listening to rock again.

“Harlem River Blues” is a weary road song at its heart, with Earle traveling up Manhattan to go jump in the Harlem River and finish himself off. But the gospel choir and the upbeat arrangement give the song some push-and-pull. Earle may be heading up north to disappear beneath the dirty waters, but he’s gonna make damn sure that he goes out leaving a great, timeless-sounding tune in everyone’s ears.

Justin Townes Earle: Harlem River Blues from the forthcoming Harlem River Blues, due out September 14th from Bloodshot Records

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Friday to Sunday, August 6th, 7th, and 8th, Pendarvis Farm, just outside of Portland, Oregon. If you’re at all in or near the Portland area, we aren’t aware of anything else you oughtta be doing that weekend. Discounted advance tickets remain on sale until Thursday the 5th. That’s tomorrow, people.

Pickathon, dammit.

A locally-owned, family-friendly, sustainably-run indie roots music festival with a killer lineup, great food, and on-site camping. Not only that, but Stereopathic mastermind Larson Hicks will be volunteering there, so if you see a relatively sober, 6’1″ Texan concierg-ing Bonnie Prince Billy from the Beer Garden to the stage, say hello to the man. Our dear friend Nate Wolff will be there, too.

We can’t say enough nice things about Pickathon, and those of us who aren’t making it down this year (some of us so we can run the Roadside Graves’ show this Friday) deeply resent those who are.

Found this in the ol’ inbox this morning:

Greetings!

We are pleased to announce the details of the next Justin Townes Earle record. Harlem River Blues will hit stores on September 14th.

Compared to the much-lauded Midnight at the MoviesHarlem River Blues is more mature and increasingly nuanced, while still embracing the raw voice and clean sound of previous standout tracks like “Mama’s Eyes.” Featuring guest appearances from Jason Isbell, Bryn Davies, Ketch Secor from Old Crow Medicine Show and Calexico’s Paul Niehaus, it’s rockin’ and reelin’ at times, sweet and slow at others – and it’s great….and it was produced by JTE and his old friend Skylar Wilson.

We’re counting the days till September 14th.

Justin Townes Earle: I Don’t Care (from the Yuma EP)

The Seattle Music Weekly posted a write-up on Moscow and it’s musicians.

“Even when I’m here in New York, the city is compressed down into a little village, a Moscow-sized place with the places I go and the people I know,” Ritter says. “Maybe there is something in the water there. It’s probably better than whatever’s in the water here.”

Read the entire article…

Exile on Main Street was released in remastered form yesterday. There’s a song on it called Ventilator Blues, which by the three-second mark is already one of the raunchiest, sleaziest, scariest things I’ve ever heard. One of Keith’s most visceral, physical, venal riffs.

Exile on Main Street

No one does hedonism like the Stones, and no one gets at the sheer exhaustion and the come-down like them, either. It’s a pointless way to live. But what a song. What a song.

brendan o’donnell could generally care less about non-American music. he makes occasional exceptions.

Laura Stevenson and the Cans!

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and then

check this song out too!

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