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Don't Look Back

The Lonesome Heroes rewrite the rules of alt.country, Wednesday nights at the Hole in the Wall

BY DOUG FREEMAN

Lonesome Heroes: (l-r) Jeff Johnston, Jim DeGregorio, Chuck Fleming, Rich Russell, Sarah Millenary, Landry McMeans
Photo by Todd V. Wolfson

Wednesday night, and the Hole in the Wall is packed to the back. Again. The crowd presses against the jukebox and cigarette machine, allowing a feeble path to the bar. Onstage, Friends of Dean Martinez sweep the room with its atmospheric, dusty Southwestern instrumentals, almost in defiance of what a country bar-band should be.

This is alt.country night, and Rich Russell and Landry McMeans are its consummate hosts. Russell's shoulder-length blond hair bobs and winds through the audience as he greets other artists and Wednesday regulars around the room and kneels in front of the stage to check the sound. McMeans also weaves her way among the chairs and bodies in her familiar denim jacket and skirt, silver tip-bucket hoisted above her short braids. In between sets, the pair plays emcee, announcing each band with a manager's promotional vigor before closing out the night onstage as the Lonesome Heroes.

Since taking up residency at the Hole in the Wall last September, the Lonesome Heroes' alt.country nights have become one of the most popular weekly events in Austin. As a genre, alt.country hardly begins to characterize the eclectic lineups that Russell and McMeans put together, where the experimental textures of Friends of Dean Martinez fit in as easily as the insurgent attitude of American Graveyard, hellbent bluegrass of the Electric Mountain Rotten Apple Gang, or the honky-tonk swing of Doug Warriner. All musical directions ultimately converge in the Lonesome Heroes' easy psychedelic twang.

The Wednesday bills draw crowds mixing Mohawk punks and country kickers, as well as some of the town's top musicians and producers. Behind Russell and McMeans' infectious energy and their intent on building a collaborative environment, it's a scene that recalls the days of Doug Sahm holding court at the Soap Creek Saloon.

"Something about it feels like old Austin," attests Li'l Cap'n Travis' Gary Newcomb, a regular at the showcases even when he's not playing with his own trio. "There's a certain coziness, especially at the Hole in the Wall, that hasn't been around in a long time. We all see how Austin has changed so much, and you can't really go back or anything, but man, they have really made it old and new at the same time."

As local artists and venues struggle to survive in the face of Downtown development and local musical saturation, the Lonesome Heroes have taken an alternative route to the usual new acts scrounging for bookings in the increasingly coagulating circuit of opening slots. Culling talent with a similarly broad country aesthetic and ambition for a different approach, Russell created his own lineups and shopped the entire bill to venues rather than trying to place only his own band.

"Musicians need to take a more active role," offers Russell. "That's why I did this, because all of us together know the problem: Clubs and bookers are trying to get us to bring as many people as we can every time we play so that they can take all the business and then say, 'Don't play a week before or a week after.'

"I've seen so many bands get the cool slot at the big club and then not play for like a month. They end up only playing eight shows a year or something."

The popularity of the Lonesome Heroes' showcases has Russell already booking shows three months in advance, rotating regular bands while ensuring that new ones have an opportunity as well. Yet even as these Wednesday nights maintain their informal impetus, they've helped spur a new generation of artists already making a musical impact.



Crooked Highway

Sitting outside of the Superpop! Records studio in Hyde Park, Landry McMeans holds her cast-plastered arm to her chest. She broke her wrist a week earlier skateboarding along South Congress. The doctor has left her fingers free, however, allowing her to still play Dobro and for the Heroes to continue recording Crooked Highway, official follow-up to 2006 debut EP Don't Play to Lose.

The Lonesome Heroes has always been a loose affiliation around the core of Russell and McMeans, though the duo has slowly solidified into a steady sextet, with bass traded between American Graveyard's Jim DeGregorio and Li'l Cap'n Travis' Jeff Johnston. Sarah Millenary cuts the tunes with country fiddle, while ubiquitous multi-instrumentalist Kullen Fuchs expands the Heroes' sound with more experimental textures. Ultimately, though, it's the harmonies between Russell and McMeans that define the band, the latter's ethereal Texas twang lilting against the former's more clipped, driving style as they swap lead vocal duties, both drawn over steel and acoustic arrangements that bend expansively behind their restless highway ballads.

McMeans and Russell are an excitable couple. They laugh back and forth in the same laid-back but enthusiastic style that they display onstage, joking and talking over each other as they pick up the threads of a story.

"I think it comes from my own stupidity of not really understanding what alt.country was," laughs Russell at dubbing his shows with the often maligned genre. "I grew up in Brooklyn and moved here because I wanted to play country music, but my conception of country music was all messed up. I like Beck and the Flaming Lips and thought they sounded country!"

After graduating from UC-Santa Cruz in 2002, Russell traveled the country in his Volkswagen bus, which now boasts well over 400,000 miles. He spent time in Colorado and Mexico but, looking for a more musical community, eventually wandered to Austin, summer 2004.


The New Breed

"I really believe two things: that Texas music and indie rock both have to die."

At a table on the back patio of the Hole in the Wall, Randy "Leatherbag" Reynolds lights another cigarette with nervous intensity. His lanky frame and thick, black-rimmed glasses mark a resemblance to a young Elvis Costello, a comparison that fits Leatherbag's continually shifting musical style equally well.

"How is Texas music going to change?" he continues rhetorically. "It's going to take a bunch of young people like ourselves to move it. Doug Sahm is the perfect example of someone who moved Texas music to a wildly different place. Then there's the young dude that just comes and kicks the door down, like Stevie Earle back in the day: 'Fuck y'all, I'm going to make some rock & roll music and do this right!'"

"My big thing is somebody's gotta take down Robert Earle Keen, and I'm gonna do it. Fuck the backwards cap bullshit."

Reynolds' invective is as calculated as it is sincere. As an alumnus of the Lonesome Heroes' first alt.country shows at Headhunters, Reynolds encapsulates both the diversity of the lineups and cull of genre-crossing musical traditions. His sense of urgency and insistence that contemporary music needs to explore new territory is also indicative of the spirit of both possibility and responsibility that the scene has inspired among younger artists.

"I feel like this is becoming a culture; this is becoming a scene similar to the folk scene in the early Sixties," offers Chris Brecht, another member of the showcases' original bill. "If Austin was New York, 1960, this is probably the Gaslight. It hasn't quite broken, but it's on the brink of a scene, of an alt.country culture going on. The same people are showing up, the same groups of musicians, and those that aren't playing are coming back to watch what's going on the next Wednesday."

"Having watched what they've done over the years, this is really an under the radar scene," agrees singer-songwriter Aimee Bobruk, another alt.country alum. "Instead of worrying about how to get a good slot at the Saxon Pub on Friday night, they're creating this night here where you put [this type of talent] all together and people are going to show up."

Veteran musicians and longtime local insiders are also taking notice. Russell and McMeans' genuineness and charisma nurture the community alongside the music.

"It really seems like the next generation," says Lucky Stripes frontman Craig Marshall. "The more you have all these people in one place working together, that's where the creativity starts becoming contagious. You're building a growing creative environment, and who knows what might spring from that."

In that curiosity of what might emerge and willingness to experiment lies a somewhat inadvertent reclamation and rejuvenation of the original alt.country ethos of the early 1990s. While the genre has generally stagnated into rehashed country rock, Wednesday nights at the Hole in the Wall distill the sound of alt.country progenitors while pushing boundaries that draw from new influences.

"It's American music," declares Reynolds of the showcases. "It's a perfect example of how the music has grown, how it's changed, and how it's going to continue to move. This is a great testament to that. Some of the people that walk through here are the next solution."


Austin Sound
SOUND OFF: Few young artists have done as much to promote the local music scene as the Lonesome Hereos, who started up the Wednesday alt. country nights at the Hole in the Wall. Like the lineups that founders Rich Russell and Landry McMeans booked, the Heroes’ music has an eclectic roots range. There are touches of cosmic country and Sweetheart of the Rodeo in their psychedelic tinged, restless country tunes, but the real draw of the Heroes is excellent melding of Russell and McMeans in spirit and sound. McMeans dulcet twang and expansive dobro, and Russells’ more grounded drawl and guitar combine for a mesmerizing and beautiful exchange, while their songs evoke the open west Texas expanse of road and possibilities. With their latest album, Crooked Highway, they have assembled a stellar band of local luminaries
Austin Sound
STARRY EYES VOL. III SXSW COMPILATION: And what does Sound Advice Vol. III suggest are the trends in Austin music this year? Like the national indie scene, some terrific variations on classic psychedelic sounds have pervaded the city (Ringo Deathstarr, the Astronaut Suit, the Boxing Lesson) and we’ve spawned a whole new crop of delicious indie pop that has been central to Austin’s scene over the past decade (Hollywood Gossip, the Model U.N., Built By Snow). The outer limits of country continues to contort in any number of directions, courtesy the rolling raucousness of the Golden Boys, cosmic touch of the Lonesome Heroes, and haunting folk of Dana Falconberry, while rock got a fierce shot in the arm from UME, Harlem, and the Midgetmen. Perhaps most compelling, though, has been the emergence of the subtle songwriting that propels groups like the Eastern Sea, the Sour Notes, and Drew Smith’s Lonely Choir. You can sample all of these Austin sounds below, and much more, with all of the songs available for individual download or as a whole (immaculately sequenced) comp. As always, we’ve listed each artist’s shows during SXSW week, so if you hear something you like, we encourage you to check them out live if you’re in town for the annual cluster-fest.
THE AUSTIN CHRONICLE

TCB: Interview with The Lonesome Heroes

Austin duo the Lonesome Heroes have so many gigs, "We're still really just figuring out what we're doing, and it stems from playing so much," says Brooklyn-born Rich Russell. Navigating country, folk, indie rock, and Daniel Lanois arcana, Russell and San Marcos native Landry McMeans, who alternate Dobro and acoustic guitar and lately have been borrowing the Weary Boys' rhythm section, met two years ago at the Austin Music Co-op. "Living there made us realize how hard you have to work to be a musician," says McMeans. The Heroes weren't sure where they fit in locally until hearing Li'l Cap'n Travis on KUT's LiveSet. "I was like, 'We're going to the Continental Club tomorrow!'" Russell says. After 2006 EP Don't Play to Lose on St. Paul, Minn.'s Floodwater Records (an LP recorded live at Flipnotics is due soon), things picked up when the Heroes began hosting Headhunters' popular Wednesday alt.country night, where they've welcomed American Graveyard, the Texas Sapphires, Brennen Leigh, Gary Newcomb Trio, Boxcar Preachers, and the Breathers. "Headhunters likes it because it's mellow, a nice change from the rest of the week," says Russell. The Heroes play Mean-Eyed Cat, 7pm tonight (Thursday), before a brief trip back East and several gigs during South by Southwest weekend.

AUSTIN SOUND
You may or may not have heard of the movie School of Rock, starring the so-called "Jack Black," scare quotes very much intended for the name is as obviously spurious as Costanza's legendary porno moniker, "Buck Naked." In S/O/R, the main character, played by Mr. Black, sketches out what purports to be the entire history of rock and roll on a blackboard, for the edification of schoolchildren. Implausible as it sounds, his history is fair, intelligent, and mostly complete, but there's at least one noteworthy genre that fails to get its chalky due, and that is the one variously referred to as Cosmic American, Space Country, and Psycountry (for Psychedelic Country) and whose most perfect exemplar is probably David Crosby's 1971 "If I Could Only Remember My Name." It's a niche with strong Austin roots, from the 13th Floor Elevators through the Cosmic Cowboys of the '70s to current AustinSound.net (or, at least, B.D. Fischer) faves Lomita. Space country (my favored term) relies on the surprising sonic similarity between the slide guitar of traditional country and the various effects and distortions of traditional psychedelia … if that term makes sense, talking now about progenitors like the Jefferson Airplane, Pink Floyd, and Ziggy Stardust all the way through My Bloody Valentine, the various incarnations of Dean Wareham, The Verve, Halley, Explosions in the Sky, etc. etc. That similarity itself reflects a mutual thematic focus on isolation and loneliness, from the outlaw Cosmic Cowboys fighting one-man wars against the Nashville machine to Major Tom drifting into space by himself, sending his best wishes back to his wife. This, of course, is right where The Lonesome Heroes' debut EP Don't Play to Lose fits in, with echo-chamber vocals and plenty of sliding steel and spacey distortion. Track one, the title track, opens in spiritual lockstep with "Happy Trails," a guitar like a lazy-walking horse laid over what sounds like synthesized laser blasts ala Han Solo distended over several measures. The subject matter is likewise a perfect blend of indie space rock and classic country, the abstract neurotic and the concrete pathetic: "And those thoughts inside your mind / they're all leading you astray / your hands they shake / just like a wet dog / that's been left out in the rain." Soon after that one Miss Landry "Slydry" McMeans (she's just one of the band members with a name so a propos that is difficult to believe it is not invented; the other is Sarah Millenary on the fiddle) joins frontman Rich Russell on the vocals, and she (and this is a good thing) sounds a lot like Mazzy Star's Hope Sandoval (Russell sounds a little like a more urbane Woody Guthrie), and the space country mélange—instrumental, thematic, vocal—is complete. The formula works with continued success on the remaining four tracks. The country instrumentals and space rock production are a classic case of opposites attracting. The lyrics delightfully blend the conventions of both genres, as again on track four, "Halos Above Our Heads": "The rain, it gathers in the mountains / and the rivers flow down into the valley / … / as the sun shines high / in this harsh urban sky / while we wait for a message / from up above / so shine you high / Mister Sun-in-the-Sky / let those clouds form halos above our heads." It is hard to imagine the Space Country sound through description alone, for you certainly don't hear it on the radio or even very often on the indie scene. But when you do, and it's done as perfectly as it is on this EP, it registers to the bone. It would be hard to find a more perfect exemplar of this crazy coupling that turns out not to be so crazy than this band. The Lonesome Heroes play regularly at Headhunters, having started the weekly "alt. country" showcase on Wednesday nights. The five tracks on Don't Play to Lose come in at 16:53. - B.D. Fischer
Foxy Digitalis Magazine
Sleepy, weepy, cowpunk from the Austin duo of Rich Russell and Landry McMeans, whose lap steel and dobro drags these alt.country twisted tales through the barren Texas desert with a faint Neil Young aroma wafting through the sagebrush and mixing with Chicago cultists, Souled American. Steel sashays across the horizon, leaving a dusty aftertaste of Jonathan Richmans attempts at going country in our ears (cf. Jonathan Goes Country). McMeans takes center stage on The Moon and The Sun, and her vocals leave a sweet, honeysuckle variety to Russells good ol boy, downhome grooves. Russells echoed lap steep and dobro add a haunting, full-moon quality to the track that contrasts nicely with our heroines litling voice.The duo end on a high note with the spooky, Oyster, with McMeans faraway vocals riding the dusty prairie winds across your mind on a magic carpet ride buttressed by her lap steel and dobro. This is the perfect soundtrack for hunkering down in a sleeping bag under the stars somewhere out in the wild expanses of Americas vast hinterlands, counting shooting stars and cowering from coyotes howling in the night. - Jeff Penczak
SMOTHER MAGAZINE
The debut EP from country folk group The Lonesome Heroes are bar tales that are elbow to elbow with some of the legendary lyrics spun by the best in the country world. Salty vocals with numerous harmony parts soar into a high ledge of abandoned folk guitar and twangy hollow body guitar swagger. With psychedelic underpinnings, Dont Play to Lose is a tasty morsel of modern country folk that was extraordinarily produced and engineered by Scott OGara. Perfect. J-Sin