The Hip Abduction music is filled with uplifting melodies that bring a tropical flair to its blend of reggae, rock, and roots music that incorporates steady electronic afro beats. Songs like “Come Alive,” “Live It Right,” and “Holiday” carry the mind to island time and send a surge of good vibrations through the body and into the feet. Its musical prozac, minus all the nasty side affects.
A week after coming off the high of playing a sold-out show at the iconic Red Rocks where they had top billing, the boys of Greensky Bluegrass made their way through the Blue Ridge Mountains and landed on the Dreaming Creek Main Stage for the fifth and final day of FloydFest.
“You getting tired yet? Well, we’re your Sunday saviors!” Greensky’s Paul Hoffman proclaimed from the stage. The Sunday crowd responded with cheers as the band launched into, “I’d Probably Kill You.”
While it’s typical for a portion of the crowd to thin a bit come Sunday, festival organizers are always wise about saving a few gems to reward those who delay the eventual return to reality to stick around for a final day of festival fun. Emmylou Harris & Rodney Crowell, Ray LaMontagne, and Alison Krauss & Union Station have been those bands in recent years. This year, it was Greensky Bluegrass, followed by Bruce Hornsby & the Noisemakers.
Have you ever had the urge to throw everything you own into storage and take to the open road? That’s exactly what the Forlorn Strangers decided to do in early 2015. Since then, this quintet from Nashville, which includes two sisters, has carved a niche for themselves as an up and coming American roots rock band with distinctive guitar, banjo, mandolin, fiddle, upright bass, and percussion skills. This past week, they played two sets at FloydFest as part of the On The Rise series. This week they are releasing their debut self-titled, full-length album.
Acoustic instruments in hand, Norkolk, Va. band Roosterfoot took the Speakeasy stage Friday afternoon for its first of four sets at FloydFest. After a quick warmup, the crowd, a mix of diehard fans and first timers, moved in close to the stage as the first notes were played. Moments later the audience was rewarded with the powerful voice of band leader Seth Stainback as Roosterfoot launched into a soulful set of southern rock goodness.
Following the sixty-minute set, I had to the opportunity to sit down with Stainback to ask him about his FloydFest experience and future plans for the band. Since this was the second year in a row that Roosterfoot performed at FloydFest, I was interested to find out what expectations were coming into the first set.
“I didn’t know what to expect with this first show, sometimes people hang back. They might not know our music yet,” commented Stainback. “As a band, our comfort level performing has skyrocketed, and that’s because of repetition. Repetition trumps skill, IQ, everything. And that’s all we’ve been doing this last year is just grind, grind, grind. So now our playing feels very natural and effortless.”
“I joined chorus in junior high school and would get goose bumps every time we would sing together in harmony. That’s when I decided that I wanted to be that vocalist. The one who gives you goose bumps.”
“I was 15 the first time I ever sang on stage with a live band and my knees were knocking. It was at Roanoke’s Festival in the Park and the crowd response was overwhelming. It was so emotional that I cried afterwards. I felt like I had found my home.”
“In 2011, my mom passed away unexpectedly. I still miss her every day. She could belt the blues like no other. During my shows she would yell song requests at the top of her lungs and have ‘conversations’ with the sound crew about ‘turning the damned guitar down so she could hear her baby girl.’ She always encouraged me to pursue my passion and supported every one of my musical endeavors. I’m fairly confident that if I stopped singing, she would haunt my ass until I started again.”
“Born in the shadows of the Blue Ridge Mountains, with one foot in heaven and one in hell.” Self-described genre-bending band Red Clay River has a history as weathered and soulful as the Southern Gothic blues songs they create and perform. The tale of Red Clay River is one of heartbreak, hard work and redemption. From the challenge of creating music with band members located all over the state, to being robbed of all of their instruments and equipment while on tour, to making a risky comeback after a 6-year hiatus—Red Clay River has never shied away from a challenge.
The individuals that make up this outfit are as passionate and hard-hitting about what they do as the guttural wails that rise up and out of their lead singer and guitarist, Dan Bivins. With a recent and well-received return to the scene, there are many questions about where the band is headed next and what we can expect from them. Before we dip our feet in, perhaps we should explore how, where and when this River started flowing.
“Growing up as a little kid in the ‘70s, my first exposure to music was soul and funk. My father, George Penn Sr., was an R&B blues drummer here in the valley and some of my earliest memories are of him practicing with his band. Dad took me to see ‘The Godfather of Soul’ James Brown and The Jackson 5, and when I was twelve he gave me my first set of drums. I had a natural ear for rock music and fell in love with all the classics. To this day, my style is a fusion of rock and soul, sprinkled with a little jazz and reggae.”
“Music and drumming provide me continual inspiration. I’m in a state of total bliss when engaging with the audience. There seems to be a lot of confusion and division in society that’s rooted in paranoia. All of the strife and negativity breaks my heart some days. I believe that music can be the unifier, it has power. I just want to help spread peace and love through music.”
By Tim McCoy Roanoke’s Elmwood Park Saturday night was the scene of an intergalactic visitation. The godfather of funk, and his family of musical troopers hit the stage as if they had just teleported from the middle of another performance. There was no introduction, no loud emcee welcome, just BOOM, and the band was…
It’s a sad day for our region and bluegrass lovers everywhere. The legendary Ralph Stanley passed away yesterday at the age of 89. Stanley’s career as a banjoist and singer spans 70 years, and is steeped thick with rich accolades and accomplishments. He was the oldest living member of the Grand Ole Opry and is…
“Music has always been a bonding experience. When I was 19, I had a close friend who was terminally ill and music served as an escape from the constant reminders of his health. We would play and noodle around to help elevate his mood. My experiences with him are what taught me to listen and react. Now, if I find myself in situations where I don’t know the material being played, I rely on the conversational playfulness of my fellow musicians.”