Skankin’ in the Tri-State Part 1…King Django…

…hunting season is now open…and all DJ’s are fair game…


Can I tell you how many times we used to crank The Stubborn All-Star’s “Open Season” in my younger days? I first heard it on a “Give Em’ The Boot” compilation I think I found at Hot Topic, somewhere in the 90’s. The 90’s are a blur. I still find myself quoting it, playing it regularly on my radio show (it often opens my show, because how appropriate is that?), and probably annoying the ever loving HELL out of the people who live above where we presently broadcast from in Stroudsburg, PA with my obnoxious, loud singing and dancing. Of course I do this song no justice. The Stubborn All-Stars were led by none other than King Django. I have been chasing this gentleman for weeks. I can be really annoying when I want something, and he finally gave in.


When it came time for me to launch my summer ska series on my radio show and my blog, I wanted to focus on the NYC scene…which of course branches into New Jersey and Pennsylvania, because who the fuck can still afford to live in the city? Besides…Jersey has taylor ham. New York and it’s scene has a particular vibe to it. The music that came out of it, and continues to come out of it, is a breed all it’s own in it’s flavor and it’s energy, and the ska and reggae scene is no exception. But anyone who knows this area knows it bleeds into Jersey via bridges, tunnels, and speakers, and Jersey is where I call home. Head on South a bit, and you land in New Brunswick. Rutgers, fat-cats, and King Django’s Version City Studios. It’s a magical land of ska, reggae, rocksteady, and the like expertly threaded together by King Django himself, also the home of his own legendary Stubborn Records.


It’s an honor for me to include anyone in this series who did as much for the scene as Django has, and continues to do. He is a pioneer in the NewYork ska scene going back to the 80’s. Whether it is his own projects, as a contributor, or helping to record and produce fellow musicians in the scene, he continues to put his stamp on the music that still brings people to the sweaty dance floor to this day. It’s also an honor to be able to profile someone who’s music was and continues to be in my own ears as much as his has. Be it with Stubborn All-Stars or Skinnerbox. Plus the countless artists who’s work he was a contributor to…Murphy’s Law, The Slackers, The Toasters, and Rancid, just to name a few.


Look at this crazy discography!


Next weekend, Django’s Stubborn Records label celebrates it’s 20th anniversary with a show at the Knitting Factory in Brooklyn. Performances by Django himself an others set this show up to be something not to be missed. I caught up with the man himself and was able to hold him down long enough to answer some questions for me.

What have you been up to? What are you working on?

King Django: I have been up to my eyeballs!  The Stubborn Records label is celebrating our 20th anniversary this year, with a HUGE party happening on May 12 at the Knitting Factory in Brooklyn. In honor of the anniversary, we’ve just released two new 45s in cooperation with Ska In The World Records from Tokyo Japan.  One is a new mix of  “Anywhere I Roam” with my friends the Forthrights, backed with a fun ska cover version of “Career Opportunities” originally by The Clash.  The other is some crazy electro-dancehall-roots music (Forward backed with Rescue Mission) I did with my good friend Ari Up, who is no longer with us.  I’m glad we were finally able to get that one out.  And yesterday, we just got in the first CD celebrating our 20th Anniversary- Victor Rice’s “Dub Discoveries From Version City” which is fresh, new dub versions of a great, eclectic sampling of our whole catalog, going way, way back.


In the studio,  I’ve been very busy doing a lot of recording, mixing and mastering for other bands and artists.  Most recently I have been working on an EP with The Snails from Pennsylvania, with whom I have recently played a bunch of shows.  Did some recording, mixing and mastering for some of my friends in Staten Island called “Not From Concentrate” for their upcoming EP. I mixed several tunes for the Forthrights next release, and am mixing a showcase album for CHX Sound System from Quebec City!  In between, I have been working on my next album, which is getting close to finished.  That’s going to be really fun, it features a lot of my friends from all over the place. 


What kickstarted your entrance to ska/reggae music?
King Django: I was originally introduced to the 2-Tone sound in the end of the 1970s!  After that I quickly became enamored of Jamaican music. I was not a musician at that time.  I started playing trombone specifically to play ska and reggae music!


Where do you think ska music is headed in 2012 and moving forward?
King Django: I have no idea whatsoever!  I’m a bit old-fashioned.  I tend to really listen to older music in general, and when it comes to ska and reggae, I am still most interested in the original Jamaican sounds.  I think the trend for a while has been this rock-infused version of “early reggae” but I have been hearing the stirrings of a return to the traditional ska sound…  There are only two kinds of music, at the end of the day!

What are you most excited for in the coming months?
King Django: After the Anniversary party, I am super-excited about finishing up my new album!  Then I get to move on to finishing the new Hub City Stompers record and the Dr Ring Ding Version City album!!!  Also really excited to start rehearsing new and different material with the King Django band!  We’re looking around for different venues to float the Version City party to, so I think it’s going to be a really fun summer, fall and winter this year!



No matter where it is headed in the future, I think the ska scene can count on the continued contributions of this multifaceted gentleman and his talents to be there fueling the fire, and that is a win for everyone. I for one am ready for the next chapter.

If you are wise, you will get yourself to the Knitting Factory in Brooklyn May 12th for the Stubborn Records Anniversary Party. Expect performances from The King Django Septet, Hub City Stompers, Rudie Crew, Skinnerbox, The Heavy Beat, and more. Pull on your best trousers, and get yourself on the floor.  


…Skankin’ in the Tri-State

I am a child of the NY Ska scene.

Well, I am a young adult of the scene anyway. My high school boyfriend exposed me to this wonderful world in the mid-90’s and I have been a devotee ever since the first time I got kicked out of a ska show at The Wetlands for underage drinking.
Fast forward to 2012, a few grey hairs, and I can still be found blasting The Slackers any given afternoon on my agonizing North Jersey commute. It’s happy music that reminds me of summer days and sweaty dance floors. Shows without egos. Horns, beer, and guys wearing suits and sunglasses.
This summer, as I book my Slackers and Pietasters Booze Cruise tickets, I will be interviewing, show reviewing, and more or less harassing as much of the modern scene as I can for a summer series on the scene itself…what it was, what it is, and what it is poised to become.

…bring your pork pie hat, your best trousers, and let’s dance…

~AJH

…Don Ryan, one folked up experience in Tangle Town…

I have had this song stuck in my head for a week.

Seriously, I wake up singing it.

This Town, by Don Ryan.

I got an e-mail a few weeks back from this gentleman. He sent me this video. I opened it up, gave it a good listen, and it has been stuck in my head ever since. I have posted it on Facebook. I have e-mailed it to friends. It’s been blasted in my car speakers. I have said it before, it takes a lot to knock my socks off, especially musically. I am not easily impressed, and I see through the glitz and polish quite easily. But this…this is the real thing. Don Ryan is different. This is real music. This is real good music.

I downloaded the whole album, Tangle Town, after giving this video a few good spins in my headphones. Usually when it comes down to needing to review music, I find the best possible method for me is to listen to it in my car. I spend a lot of time in my car. I am a commuter. A hardened, foul-mouthed North Jersey highway commuter. We are our own breed. If not for music, I would probably have had a Michael Douglas Falling Down moment a long time ago. That being said, music for me is best absorbed through the ears and into the brain (and soul) in the car. Onto my thumb drive went Mr. Ryan, and into my Kia went the thumb drive.

I have been bouncing this music around in my speakers now for a couple weeks, and the first time I listened to it, I actually went into work late because the song Living Avenue was not done playing, and I could not turn it off. Imagine the folk sounds of a later Jim Croce having a love child with the deep soul of Jeff Buckley, and you are still not even close. It’s gorgeous and deep. Full and thick with something I can’t seem to touch, but I can still feel. I fell in love with this song immediately. It’s a gentle mix of simple guitar and vocals with these low vocal backgrounds. Drums come in, background noise comes in, it all fills out and takes you somewhere else entirely. And singable. Sing along with it.

A Mouse in God’s County is another favorite of mine on this album. It has a flavor like that of This Town, but a little more fevered and with great lyrics and intensity. Somewhere between the songs on this album, you feel transferred somewhere else entirely. It’s like being sucked into some strange dust bowl depression era carnival with this man as your guide…your only link back to the modern world. And he seems to straddle that line with a sly smirk on his face the whole time. It’s a great trip. I can’t seem to get it out of my car speakers, my computer headphones, or my head in general. When I like something, I listen to it to death. I am killing this album as we speak.

Now take the song Maybe You Were Right. A strange journey into an almost hallucinogenic ride at some distorted county fair. But it’s beautiful. Don Ryan has a way of singing over all the strings that keeps it normal even when it seems headed in that trippy Beatles-after-Dylan-showed-them-weed direction. It’s really amazing what he does with the layers of sound on this album. Every time you listen, you will notice something you didn’t hear before. It’s dark, but it’s truthful and beautiful.

Don Ryan mixes it all up. He takes older styles of music, various instruments, and basic folk sounds and threads them all together into this great sound. There is so much variation between the songs as well. Little bits and blurbs. Then the song will start, and just take you away. It’s not straight folk all the way through, though you can hear and taste that in On Our Way Home and Down and Out…which has amazing lyrics. It’s not straight tripped-out carnival music, though you will get that feel all the way through the album in small doses and surprises mid-song. It’s got that noir-pop flavor mixed in.

There is a taste of Buckley. A taste of Waits. But this is all Don Ryan. A strange trip to another time and place. Beautiful and haunted. Driving along with this in my speakers, I find myself watching the world go buy with different eyes. I can’t wait to catch him live and feel the vibe in the room. Well done, Mr. Ryan.

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~AJH

…the legends and music of Bob Dylan…a little girl, a whole life

Some of my earliest childhood memories were set to the soundtrack of the crack and pop of vinyl on the record player in my parent’s living room. There were tapes too, but our household was one of records. Played loudly through the speakers that seemed so huge, they might as well have been suspended from the ceiling of Madison Square Garden. Dancing, singing, spinning in circles in the living room to the music that was so infused in my blood from such a young age that it seemed like part of me. Part of my family. Learning early that I could only dance so hard otherwise those wonderful sounds that escaped from those huge speakers would “skip”.

Nowadays, my own home is also filled with music all the time. I find myself still dancing, only now I have a child of my own, a son, who I delight in infusing with the music that means so much to me. Ours comes mostly out of my iPod or computer speakers. I look at my son…and I realize that while he knows what a record is (I still have them), he doesn’t know like I did what it was like to dance and have to be careful not to skip the record. He and I dance all over the place, bump into furniture, fall down in a fit of giggles, and the music doesn’t miss a beat.

I also look at those speakers my dad had, long blown out by blasted industrial and heavy metal by my brother and I in our teens while our parents were at work, and I realize how small they are now. But in those memories, they were monstrous. In my defense, I was kinda small.

There was a lot of folk and electric folk music in our house. My mom had a thing for Peter, Paul, and Mary, the Seekers, Simon and Garfunkel, and others of the late sixties and early seventies folk scene. My dad was into an eclectic mix of Moby Grape (he played “Omaha” over and over), Janis Joplin, Benny Goodman’s live album, with heavy doses of The Rolling Stones and the Beatles, Bruce Springsteen, The Doors, and other masters. Then he would dip into the metal stylings of Judas Priest…he had Live Aid on VHS that he recorded off TV and loved their performance with the in sync headbanging of the guitars and bass. He also loved Ozzy and Black Sabbath. It is because of my dad that I love Led Zeppelin. It is because of my mom that I love Billy Joel. There was George Thorogood. There was John Denver. The Fugs. The Cars. Our home was well rounded.

One of the most common family visitors who entered through our turntable and came out through those speakers was the amazing Robert Zimmerman…better known to most as Bob Dylan. My father was and remains one of the biggest Bob Dylan fans I have ever met…though I like to think these days I am not far behind him. Some of my earliest memories are of that voice that didn’t sound like anyone else, that harmonica that screamed through the speakers, piano, guitar, and how it all blended together and made me feel warm. Even now, I listen to the sounds of Dylan and it takes me to that living room. When I didn’t know what it was to worry about anything more than whether or not I would get yelled at for not cleaning my room like I was asked to do, if I had school tomorrow, and brushing the knots from my thin blonde hair after I shook around the room.

Hearing “Like A Rolling Stone” break in with Al Kooper’s organ playing is one of my all time favorite sounds in the entire world. An amazing song from start to finish, there has been much debate as to the inspiration for this 1965 classic and it’s lyrics. Everything from Edie Sedgwick and the Andy Warhol scene of the day to it being simply about Dylan’s self conflicts at the time. No one knows but Bob, and if you have seen any of the few, you know he is hardly specific about anything at all in his interviews. It’s been covered by everyone from Jimi Hendrix to Green Day.

It’s surprising to note that prior to the success of this song, a Bob Dylan who had grown exhausted of the public’s perceptions of him had debated quitting the music business. I am sure I am not alone thanking whoever was responsible that he didn’t. To me, it’s the sounds of youth. It’s an amazing creation that was thought strange at the time by those big cigar toting record execs for it’s length, at over six minutes. Frank Zappa was quoted as saying it was the song that made him want to quit the music business saying, “…if this wins and does what it’s supposed to do, I don’t need to do anything else…”

To me, it’s been poetry. A blanket when I was cold. Strength when I felt weak.

As I grew older and began writing myself, my appreciation for Bob Dylan took on a whole new light. I found myself engulfed in the way he strung words together making poems, stories, non-fiction accounts of times before I joined this human population. I saw an interview not long ago where Bob was asked if he could write songs like those from earlier in his career…some of those he is known best for…again if asked. He said no…that he did it when it was time to write them. He can’t remember how he wrote them. They were just there. I think he is right to say that songwriting sometimes just comes, and when it comes, you make it come to life. If it’s gone, you sometimes can’t get it back. It’s not just songs. It’s writing. It’s art. I find it in my own writing…and I am hardly Bob Dylan.

I found anger in his music…in songs like “Masters of War”, off The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan. I didn’t know about the war of which it is assumed he spoke. I know of what my parents told me of those times. My parents met in college. They graduated high school in 1968 and were married in 1972. They were at a great age for a great time in music, but a terrible time for war. Still, some of those lyrics transcend time. They translate to the life of anyone feeling anger and struggle against someone who attempts to exert control over us, hurting us and those we love. Taking friends so far away. Sometimes they didn’t come back.

In October of 1992, there was a 30th Anniversary concert done for Bob Dylan at Madison Square Garden. I remember my best friend’s parents ordered it on pay-per-view and VHS recorded it for my parents. At the time, having been a HUGE Pearl Jam fan as they were just coming up in the music world, I was excited that Eddie Vedder would be there to perform a Dylan song. His choice was “Masters of War”. I don’t think there could have been anyone more appropriate to best represent the emotion in this song the way Dylan wrote it. I was floored. I still am.

I found love in his music. Songs like “Lay Lady Lay”, off of Nashville Skyline but originally written for the soundtrack to Midnight Cowboy. A song that talks about realizing your love, and wanting so much for your love to realize theirs for you. “Why wait any longer for the world to begin? You can have your cake and eat it too. Why wait any longer for the one you love when he’s standing in front of you?”. Are you a romantic? Tell me those words don’t reach right into your soul and stir you like a pot of boiling soup. There is a story there, behind that song, but you don’t need to know what it is to know you can feel that. You have been there. Maybe you are there. Bob was there. And he made that moment sing to us.

Covered by everyone from The Byrds, to Melanie, to Ministry…it’s a song that no matter where you are in time, it will still speak to someone. Some people don’t realize upon first hearing this song that it’s Bob Dylan. This, like many songs on Nashville Skyline, were sung in a lower, smoother tone that Dylan had attributed to having recently quit smoking. There are several legends that revolve around the writing of “Lay Lady Lay”. My favorite is completely unconfirmed but goes as follows:

According to Johnny Cash, Dylan had played the song first in a circle of singer-songwriters that had gathered at Cash’s house outside of Nashville. Cash claims that several other musicians and writers were there sharing their new, unheard songs with one another. Dylan played “Lay Lady Lay”, Shel Silverstein played “A Boy Named Sue” (later made famous by Cash himself), Joni Mitchel played “Both Sides, Now”, Graham Nash played “Marrakesh Express, and Kris Kristofferson played “Me and Bobby McGee”, later made famous by Janis Joplin.

Can you imagine being a fly on the wall in THAT room?!

My love for what Dylan creates…the legends, the sounds, it transcends everything. I danced with my father to “You’re a Big Girl Now” at my wedding. I sing “Forever Young” to my son. I find myself singing verses of “Maggie’s Farm” to my pit bull Maggie when I am cleaning the house, as she follows me around. As I was blasting “Tombstone Blues” on my way to work this morning, I was thinking what it must have been like when his music was new to the radio. My father tells me stories about how much my grandmother hated when he played Dylan on the family record player. Didn’t stop him. He still blasts it on his record player to this very day.

But there are so many legends and stories of his shows at small clubs and coffee houses of the village. His visit to Woody Guthrie at Greystone Psychiatric Hospital, just up the street from where I sit right now writing this. How he had a love affair with Joan Baez that brought them to civil rights rallies, and created beautiful and amazing music they both shared…even being so different. How he escaped the public eye with the wife he married in secret and lived quietly in a house in Woodstock to start his family. How so many people got so much of what he said all wrong. His toying with reporters who asked him silly questions. His introducing The Beatles to marijuana, probably assisting in the amazing albums that followed…Rubber Soul…the White Album.

We just passed the 50th anniversary of Bob Dylan’s first album. So much of a life lived by such a creative man…who every time I see him, looks like he just wants to go sit somewhere quiet and have a cup of coffee and read the paper. I don’t know if I will ever get the chance to tell him what he has done and continues to do every day as influence and just simply to soundtrack so much of my own life. But he has. And in my own way, I thank you, Bob.

~AJH

Shayfer James…nothing borrowed, something new…

What is this noirpop?

Pop on over to those interwebs, do a search for Shayfer James, and you have found it. And I promise you, you will never be the same.

An amazing blend of haunting and emotional vocals expertly laced through delicately pounding and softly touching piano work. Combine this with his mischievousness in storytelling, and what you walk away with is amazing and different. It’s something new and something old simultaneously. It’s Shayfer James. Try as I might, I can’t find a category that accurately depicts exactly what this music is, but it moves me. Oh, how it moves me.

Flashback to September of 2010. I accompanied my best friend and super terrestrial rock DJ Lindsay Klein to a battle of the bands she was helping to judge at Parlay Studios in Jersey City. A converted warehouse now serving as a studio, gallery, and event venue, I was enthralled in all the energy of the many people that milled around inside. Lindsay went off to her judging duties, and I stood around in the crowd, sipping beer, and people watching. Listening to the bands as they came and went. Nothing really caught my attention. In all honesty, I was bored out of my mind. Some of these bands were TERRIBLE! I am not without culture or artistic understanding, but some of these folks were just over my head. Loud, strange, colorful and fun to watch for sure…but nothing new. Nothing fresh. Weird for weird’s sake.

Then it changed. Three gentleman took the stage quietly and politely, well dressed from another era when romance was real and gentlemen chased nightmares away right before they took your hand and showed you how much fun they could be. A quick quiet introduction followed, and they started right in with something that has rung in my head ever since. I don’t recall what song they started off with, but by the time they got to Siren Song, I was hooked. For the record, it has remained my favorite song of his ever since. I could not even explain right then what it was I was hearing. The voice was something like Jeff Buckley, but deeper and from somewhere darker. Melodies that haunted you while they moved your body. Music that got inside me. This was something new. This was something beautiful. I was floored. For an admitted music snob like myself, that doesn’t happen often.

Standing in the long line for the ladies room a short time later, I found myself approached by a very friendly fellow in a bowler hat and neutral vest that I recognized was the singer and pianist from this amazing band I had just listened to. Maybe I was obviously fascinated by this music in view of the stage…I never asked. He shook my hand and said hello. Some small talk followed, and then he was off and on his way.

That was my first introduction to Shayfer James.

I have been a devoted follower ever since. On his website, I found the term “Noirpop” describing this new and dark breed of melody. I don’t think I could have come up with anything better myself.

The Owl and the Elephant from 2010 kicks off my fascination with this music, and was expertly followed up with Counterfeit Arcade in 2011. I have both on pretty consistent rotation on my weekly show, and have received a lot of amazing feedback. I think if you have not delved into what Shayfer can bring out of you, you should. You are missing out on a beautiful journey. You are missing out on music that reads your soul.

Get the music here…

Get both. No two songs sound alike, but every single one tells a story. My suggestion: Listen to Siren Song (The Owl and the Elephant), and then follow it up with Villainous Thing (Counterfeit Arcade). I can’t get enough of this song. Maybe because I am one, but more likely because the up and down beat of the piano slides slowly and smoothly into a chorus you can’t help but sing along with as loudly as possible. I do. Then listen to everything else. Take a long drive. Find someone you really enjoy kissing. Listen. Devour. Absorb, and be changed.

Shayfer James does a gorgeous version of Leonard Cohen’s Waiting For The Miracle in this clip. It’s not on his albums, but you can find it here. If this doesn’t hook you in to how he gets inside your soul with what he does, I don’t know what will.

~AJH

…and so it begins…

…I am a blogger. I have been one for a couple years now. I am also a weekly internet DJ in the wonderful world of punk, ska, and alt rock. It’s about time I blended the two…so here we go!

This blog will be dedicated to the music I love and those amazing artists who make it possible…

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~AJH