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Steve Gunn Kicks Off Tour at Home at Music Hall of Williamsburg

June 10th, 2016

Steve Gunn and the Outliners – Music Hall of Williamsburg – June 9, 2016

Steve Gunn and the Outliners – Music Hall of Williamsburg – June 9, 2016
Steve Gunn is a guitarists’ guitarist, much in the same way that there are comedians’ comedians (Bill Hicks, Lenny Bruce, Louis CK). He’s earned the respect and admiration of Dinosaur Jr.’s J Mascis, Wilco and the guy who I buy strings from in the guitar shop off Carmine St. Gunn falls somewhere on the guitar family tree under John Fahey, the legendary master of Americana ragas, and he certainly shares his ability to hold down meditative rhythms while stringing a different melody through them. That he’s able to sing on top of it all (something Fahey rarely did) makes the skill all the more impressive. Back from a recent European tour, Gunn returned home to Brooklyn—at Music Hall of Williamsburg—last night, kicking off his American tour in promotion of the excellent Eyes on the Lineshis Matador debut.

Gunn began as a guitarist for Kurt Vile’s Violators, and Vile got his own start as a guitarist for the War on Drugs. If this tradition holds up, stay tuned for an amazing debut from Jim Elkington, who embellishes Gunn’s tunes with artful twangs of his slide guitar. Elkington and Gunn proved to be impressively skilled, trading guitar solos in an epic call-and-response session off the jams of “Park Bench Smile.” Both made use of racks of guitars and a healthy number of pedals to bleed just the right sound out of their noodling. “Ancient Jules” showcased some of the finest riffs to have come out thus far in 2016, searing through a steady on-the-road flowing rhythm. Mid-set, the crowd started yelling, “More Steve!” “More Steve?” replied Gunn. “What does that even mean? Oh, turn me up?”

The set wound down with just Elkington and Gunn on acoustic guitars for a stripped-down version of the beautiful “Wildwood.” The full band returned for the encore with “Way Out Weather” with Gunn’s guitar drifting in and out of the song like a gentle breeze.
—Dan Rickershauser | @D4nRicks

Photos courtesy of Charles Steinberg | charlesosteinberg.com

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William Tyler Tells Stories Without Words

April 17th, 2013

William Tyler – Mercury Lounge – April 16, 2013

(Photo: Andie Diemer)

Guitarists as good as William Tyler don’t come around often. With his long fingernails and rapid-fire guitar picking, he’s already earned comparisons to guitar god John Fahey. There have even been some murmurs of him being the greatest guitarist of this guitar style to come out of a generation. I don’t think this is overblown. And were you to ask any of the others fortunate enough to see him play at Mercury Lounge last night, they’d probably tell you the same. Few people can take to a stage with just a guitar and manufacture such a whirlwind of incredible sounds.

With his considerable guitar skills, Tyler forges two distinct worlds side by side, creating meditative songs that almost sound like Nashville country on a Hindu raga. Pastoral twang butts up against a monastic drone, leaving familiar folky sounds to fight off getting swallowed up whole by the haunting hum of his open strings. And although Tyler’s compositions are wordless, each tune carries an emotional heft that provides a sense of storytelling through its twists and turns. He’s a crafty storyteller with the spoken word as well, letting the audience in on the inspirations behind the songs off his latest release, the much-acclaimed Impossible Truth.

“Country of Illusion” was inspired in part by the film Heaven’s Gate and Tyler’s contemplations on the nature of nostalgia. “The Geography of Nowhere” was the result of his attempts to recreate a melody he heard on a train ride through Turkey emanating from the speaker of someone working in his train car. And “Hotel Catatonia” dates back to Tyler’s first job, at a TCBY, and the trauma he faced when his “sadistic elderly woman” boss accidentally (he’s not sure) locked him in the freezer, leaving him alone to hear nothing but the guitar solo from the Eagles’ “Hotel California” out of her desk radio. They’re interesting asides for sure, and they certainly help put into context how he’s able to pull inspiration out of the deep reservoirs of his subconscious mind. Anyone can play the guitar, but to have the instrument translate the wordless trappings of our minds this well really does take once-in-a-generation skill. —Dan Rickershauser