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Saturday, May 20, 2023

DISRUPTING THE MINDSET OF COMMONPLACE APATHY: JOY ON FIRE’S “WEEKDAY AVE.”



Behold “Weekday Ave.” I sometimes consider it to be the jewel of Joy on Fire’s hard-charging (and mildly charting) 2022 album States of America. Your humble blogger served as lyricist and vocalist for said album, and as you might imagine, Dear Reader, I brought some poetry to the mix. In this regard, you might detect echoes of Robert Hayden and Paul Celan. See below for those details, as well as the full lyrics, but first let’s have a look “under the hood” at the fabulous musicians who provide “Weekday Ave.” with its formidable pulse.

Songwriter and guitarist / bassist John Paul Carillo directs the highly textured musical expedition of “Weekday Ave.” — one that seamlessly enters a variety of idioms. The song burns low-medium (or straight up the middle) with some notable climbing action. While JPC may describe the overall sound of Joy on Fire as “punk jazz,” this piece resists category. Ultimately, “Weekday Ave.” offers a potent urban elegy, but not without the energetic stripe of optimism that courses through the band’s catalogue.

Enter saxophonist Anna Meadors, who displays enviable versatility throughout. She doubles the vocals, chants in opposition to the vocals, and confers the sort of lyrical statement on saxophones (alto and bari) that endows the song with most of its emotional content. (She also audio-engineered the proceedings, including the addition of some synth keyboards.)

Drummer Chris Olsen delivers propulsive, off-kilter percussion, which amply contradicts the typical enervated rhythms found, these days, on a typical American weekday avenue.

The outro is sheer magic, and owes to John’s guitar communicating with psychedelic themes as well as futuristic content. It should be retroactively added to the sci-fi flick Blade Runner.

As for the lyrics, they are mostly original, but borrow from two twentieth century poets.

If you know Robert Hayden’s masterpiece “Those Winter Sundays,” then you might recall the phrase “weekday weather” as it applies to the speaker’s father, whose hands cracked selflessly during manual labor in just such climatology. From there, I arrived at “Weekday Ave.” — the typical American thoroughfare capable only of generating “glassy condos,” “cute t-shirts,” and symbolic outrage during a crisis. The enjoyable play between “Weekday Ave.” and “weekday haven’t you” ensued straightaway.

I drew a little more from post-Holocaust European poet Paul Celan, whose lines “Die Welt ist fort // ich muß dich tragen” (“The world is lost // I must carry you”) ring outward from his 1967 collection, Atemwende, or Breath-Turn. I invert and jumble these thoughts, with the singer (me) requiring the burden of being carried. Much of everything returns to love, and the inward turn we all take, when we lose someone. While Celan may have intended his lines to read with centripetal gravity, the genius of his language may reside in its elasticity — and universality.

As John’s outro proceeds, the concept of feeling inwardness springs forth. I suppose there is a difference between inwardness and feeling inwardness. The way there is a difference between “Weekday Ave.” and “weekday haven’t you.” The way we might trip along, numbly, without forming “a thinker’s word.” 

The lyrics follow below. States of America can be heard and purchased [here]. As always, Dear Reader, we urge you to don sensible attire, alter your mindset responsibly, and hardly resist when your body begins to move without any inhibitions. Oi.


     Weekday Ave.


     Scream, a siren
     The scream alone
     “O” of outrage
     & secondhand time

     [Chorus:]
     Weekday Ave.
     Or weekday haven’t you?
     Weekday Ave.
     Weekday Ave.
     Weekday Ave.
     Or weekday haven’t you?

     Yeah! / Yeah!

     Glassy condos
     & cute t-shirts
     Never require
     A thinker’s word

     [Chorus]

     Da-da da-da! // You must carry me
     Da-da da-da! // The world is lost
     Da-da da-da! // And if the world is lost
     Da-da da-da! // I feel inwardness!

     [Da-da da-da! + Chorus]

     I feel inwardness […]


     personnel

     John Paul Carillo: bass guitar, electric guitar, songwriting
     Anna Meadors: Vocals, alto sax, bari sax, sound engineering
     Chris Olsen: Drums, percussion
     Dan Gutstein: Lyrics, vocals

     “Weekday Ave.” & States of America appeared on Procrastination Records (2022). 


Friday, June 10, 2022

JOY ON FIRE RELEASES AN ALBUM -- STATES OF AMERICA -- THAT WILL THROTTLE YOU (AS IT SHOULD) WITH SOME HARD-CHARGING JAZZPUNK.


 
We don’t say “throttling” anymore, but if we do, we mean giving you a good, solid “rattling.” These songs have hands. They will reach out, through the streaming device, and “throttle” you. They will “rattle” you in your waistcoats & petticoats. Normally, we’d urge you to flee, but we believe that, after a good, solid throttling & rattling, you will want to play States of America again.


Click [here] to purchase States of America at Bandcamp

Click [here] for the Joy on fire website / more info 

Personnel: John Paul Carillo (bass, guitar, songwriting); Anna Meadors (sax, vocals, lyrics on “Dangerous Whimsy”); Dan Gutstein (vocals and lyrics; backup vocals and lyrics on “Dangerous Whimsy”); Chris Olsen (drums).

Some recent press:

Bob Boilen noted the band’s “fiery sound” when debuting “Thunderdome” and its video on NPR’s All Songs Considered.

American Pancake cited the jagged punk eruptions for song and video “Happy Holidays.”

Jammerzine described the Joy on Fire song and video “Selfies” as being “sonically decadent in all the right spots.”

Kendra Beltran posted a great interview with the group at ZO Magazine.

The video for “Uh Huh” has been an official selection, or better, at more than a dozen international film festivals, including Obskuur Ghent Film Festival, where it won.



Thanks for your support! Oi. 

Thursday, January 25, 2018

JOY ON FIRE INVENT THE BLURRY BOP DRIVETRAIN—“HEY, HEY!”—THAT PEPPER ADAMS, THE STOOGES, AND GRADY MARTIN WOULD HAVE FORGED, HAD THEY EVER (IMPROBABLY!) CUT VINYL TOGETHER.

Joy On Fire perform “Hey, Hey!” live at 
The Crown, Baltimore, January 14, 2018.


Hard Rockin’ Trio

I had my bones blown backward by Joy On Fire when they shared the stage with the improvisational group I belong to, Heterodyne, at Baltimore’s famed music palace, An Die Musik, on January 11th of this annum. Three scant evenings later, they played their scorching piece, “Hey, Hey!”, a second time, as we shared the stage at The Crown. Let’s get a few things straight, straightaway: Joy On Fire swings HARD. It’s rather immediate, what they do, onstage. Try to categorize them, if you dare, but they are producing outstanding music that defies classification.

Call ‘em What?

Joy On Fire describe their sound as “punk-jazz / fuzz-rock.” Just imagine the baritone sax of Pepper Adams grinding away throughout the Mingus album Blues and Roots, and the implacable cascade of The Stooges as they crush “I Wanna Be Your Dog,” and the inventor of fuzz, one Grady Martin, and his guitar, playing “The Fuzz,” with chorus and orchestra, on Decca, 1961—all of this compressed into a present-day trio. “Hey, Hey!” builds, circles, honks, hammers, rings, and crunches something fierce. A magical moment transpires when Anna Meadors (bari sax) shouts “Hey, Hey!” after John Paul Carillo (guitar) and Chris Olsen (drums) return from a rest. Get it?




Fire with Fire

Their new album, Fire with Fire, is available from Procrastination Records. It unfolds as one cohesive document even as individual numbers distinguish themselves. Joy On Fire enmesh their considerable threads of influence. They demonstrate copious ensemble. We have always wanted to experience this music, but couldn’t demand it be played, because we couldn’t articulate it in advance. We must worship this band by driving up and down a sleepy street, windows unrolled, stereo full-throttle, scotching the complacent dreams of many good people.


More:
Joy On Fire web site 
Procrastination Records web site 


this post is part of a triple issue. 
Also see: Sarah Hughes
Also see: Heterodyne