Take a few ‘Lessons’ from Blueheels

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The band of brothers known as Blueheels rock hard.

A homegrown blend of rock, country and blues, their latest release “Lessons in Sunday Driving” hits you with a balance of freshness and familiarity that few bands are able to strike. Over the course of a dozen songs, Robby Schiller, Adam Cargin, Justin Bricco, Landon Arkens and Teddy Pedriana flourish whether they crank the energy up high or bring it down low, a strength that makes “Lessons” a fun, engaging listen.

Indeed, these boys are damn good. Based in Madison, Wisconsin, the band’s brand is void of the pretention and fabricated pretty-boy angst that clouds much of commercial rock. Anchored by Schiller’s salty, knowing vocals, the band seems to shine brightest in the quiet, confessional mode of their forefathers. “Desperate,” “Not to Say Goodbye” and “If You Love Her” weave emotive lyrics and mournful guitars into tangible expressions of melancholy, while the dramatic, slow-burning “Trampled Rose” seamlessly blends the hard and soft sides of band’s musical personality. As I said in my piece on soul-singin’ white boys, sometimes soul goes beyond how we conventionally view it, and that sentiment is captured greatly in these songs. It’s not always a matter of a song fitting neatly into the category of soul – the key is that the song comes from the soul, and these most certainly do.

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That’s not to say they don’t rock out when they want to. Jams like “Keep Your Mouth Shut,” “Holiday Parade” and the autobiographical “Small Western Town” are plucky grooves that are a little bit country and a little bit rock ‘n’ roll, workouts that are just a plain old good time. Elsewhere, the self-deprecating ode to love-struck bliss “I Tried Not to Love Her” puts their good humor out front and center for what is arguably the most enjoyable track on the album. Such joy is what really makes the album as a whole click, as it is clear that these dudes have a strong, unwavering love of music and the joy it brings both them and their growing fan base.

Bursting with rhythm and energy, “Lessons in Sunday Driving” is sure to win Blueheels the praise and adoration they undoubtedly deserve. These boys should be doing their thing on stages worldwide, and I am happy to say I had the chance to experience them as they continue their journey toward higher heights and the chance to school their fellow rockers with some essential “Lessons.”

To purchase “Lessons in Sunday Driving,” click here.

To learn more about Blueheels, click here.

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We hear you, Keaton Simons

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The times we’re living in have been pretty murky on the music tip. Over the last few years, we’ve been subjected to a blur of Kewpie doll ingénues masking their shit vocals in bleeps and blips and hypermasculine hip-hop cartoons with little to no redeeming value. So I was pleasantly surprised when I stumbled across an article in the Express newspaper a while back about singer-guitarist Keaton Simons’ latest release. His CBS Records debut, the freewheeling “Can You Hear Me,” is one of the best records I’ve heard this year. Light and lean, it’s the perfect summer record and showcases a young voice with quite a bit of potential.

Simons, who’ll appear Aug. 24 at Jammin’ Java in Vienna, Va., on the Sweep the Leg Tour, has a mastery of rollicking, rootsy blues-rock that’s wise beyond his years. His resume is a musical gumbo of sorts, as the young singer has notched stints with everyone from The Pharcyde’s Tre Hardson to Brand New Heavies chanteuse N’Dea Davenport. The open tone of the West Coast music scene is prevalent in Simons’ approach, a sensibility perfected across past efforts “Currently” and “Exes and Whys” and expertly executed on “Can You Hear Me.” There’s a soulful sweetening to the sparse, guitar-sprinkled arrangements of the album’s 11 cuts that suits the rasp of Simons’ vocals to a tee. Whether singing about the secret joy of forbidden love on “Nobody Knows” or relaying the sunny ode to optimism that is the lead single “Good Things Get Better,” Simons brings quite a bit of charm and exuberance to his material. But the singer rocks hardest on “Mama Song,” a frenzy of fuzzy guitar that’s as unrestrained and ballsy as a mid-nineties Lenny Kravitz groove. A little edge goes a long away, and it’s a look that works for him.

Most of the album, however, is in the confessional singer-songwriter vein perfected by the likes of Carly Simon and Stephen Bishop many moons ago. “Unstoppable,” “To Me,” and “Currently” are paeans to the many sides of love that are notable for both their introspective narratives and ripe sensuality. Such intimacy beams brightest on “Without Your Skin,” the opening track and arguably the strongest among the lot. When he sings “without your skin … I’m naked,” you feel it – and sensuality morphs into untouched sexiness in one vocal swoop. Simons’ understanding of bringing across a variety of emotions is his trump card, the asset that raises him above the mediocrity of the pack.

In short, “Can You Hear Me” is an outstanding record, another step in Simons’ move into the league of extraordinary singing tunesmiths. Not too brash and not too mellow, Simons’ brand is one that will grow more and more appealing as the passage of time seasons his craft.

He says it himself, after all: Good things get better.

Keaton Simons will appear at Jammin’ Java in Vienna, Va., on Aug. 24 as part of the Sweep the Leg Tour. For more information, click here.

Check him out singing “Good Things Get Better” below.

Sang that song, white boy! Some blue-eyed soul you may have missed

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While listening to surfer turned guitar-strumming pop sensation Jack Johnson’s “Sleep Through the Static” recently, I was struck by the open, confessional tone of his material. There were moments over the course of the album’s 51 minutes that I found myself really connecting with the singer in ways I didn’t quite think I would. It could be the way a word was rendered or a soft pause between verses … but there are some truly soulful moments there. You read it right. Soulful.

Listening to him made me think about some of the other warblers of the Caucasian persuasion that reside in my stacks of records, CDs and audio files. While the mass media will have you thinking that blue-eyed soul is confined to classic but oft-referenced masterpieces like Teena Marie’s “Robbery” and Michael McDonald’s “If That’s What it Takes” – or to a lesser to degree, the imitation soul of Justin Timberlake, Amy Winehouse, Joss Stone and Christina Aguilera – there are a slew of white pop and rock artists who reach soulful peaks without delving into the tried and true mores of the R&B style. After all, a set of pipes with no understanding of emotional resonance is just a set of pipes, a vessel for projecting lifeless wails.

So, below you’ll find five of my favorite blue-eyed soul jams, some of which might surprise you. Don’t let the atypical choices fool you – these cuts are the business and are among these artists’ best recorded moments.

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“A Fool At Heart” – Stephen Bishop (from “Bish,” ABC, 1978): Best known for his contributions to the “Animal House” soundtrack and the pop hit “On and On,” Bishop was in rare form on this tuneful, heart-on-your-sleeve ballad. Laced with a sweet electric piano and soft-rock guitar licks typical of the time, the cut is the perfect platform for his plaintive, often poignant crooning. And with R&B divas Chaka Khan and Natalie Cole soulin’ on the backgrounds, Brother Bish couldn’t lose.

“I Only Have Eyes for You” – Art Garfunkel (from “Breakaway,” Columbia, 1975): Save the side-eyes folks. The velvet-voiced half of Simon & Garfunkel took this song, an R&B smash for the Flamingos in 1959, and made it his own. Like the late Karen Carpenter, Garfunkel’s gift is his knack for storytelling, and his personal touch is a perfect fit here. Uncomplicated and beautiful for beauty’s sake, the performance – which features Garfunkel discovery Bishop providing harmonies –  is a guilty pleasure.

“Deeper” – Pete Belasco (from “Deeper,” Compendia, 2004): One of the best soul-jazz offerings of the last few years, Belasco’s “Deeper” is the truth. He’s getting his Curtis Mayfield on here, flexing his sticky falsetto with undeniable, almost enviable icy cool. The cosmopolitan sheen of Belasco’s swagger makes this, and its parent album, the quintessential late-night listening experience. This is put on your fly gear and cruise through the city in your ride shit.  

“Pathway to Glory” – Loggins & Messina (from “Full Sail,” Columbia, 1973): A favorite among Chicago steppers, this forgotten groover is a slow-building blend of AM rock and sublime soul. The bass-line is ominous, the harmonica and violin eerily emotional. The instrumental break is a moving bit of musical quietude that eventually clashes with a searing electric guitar, giving up a toe-curling climax and one of the album’s key moments. Jim Messina takes the lead, as Kenny Loggins’ trademark urgency would have been too forceful for the cut’s subtle beauty. Not one of the song’s eight minutes are wasted. In fact, you’ll want to listen twice to take it all in.

“Mellow My Mind” – Simply Red (from “Blue,” EastWest, 1998): This Neil Young-penned classic opens Simply Red’s “Blue,” an album originally intended to be a collection of cover tunes. Lead singer Mick Hucknall is known for the bombast of classics like “Holding Back the Years” and “If You Don’t Know Me By Now,” but he takes things down a notch for this one. The light, breezy trip-hop laced backing and Hucknall’s bluesy delivery make this one a winner. For my money, the softer side of Hucknall is where his greatest strength lies.  

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When I think about songs like these I’m reminded that soul music is really about coming from the heart, which is what these blue-eyed soul brothers do in their own way. It may not be the soul of Otis Redding or Aretha, but these compositions can touch you, if you let them.

It’s all about feeling, and you’ll be surprised what you can feel when you open yourself up.