The Festy Experience 2011 | Review | Photos
By Team JamBase Nov 2, 2011 • 11:49 am PDT

The Festy Experience 2011 :: 10.07.11-10.09.11 :: Devil’s Backbone Concert Grounds :: Nelson County, Virginia
A full photo gallery of The Festy awaits you at the end of this review!
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The acts were split up between the Main Stage, the Southern Stage, and then the High Country Base Camp and Workshop Stage, where folks could learn a bit of everything from shape-note singing (led by Stringduster Glen Garrett) to backcountry cookin’. The Workshop Stage also included several sessions from The Stringdusters, as well as other musicians focusing on specific instruments like the dobro or specific styles like the Garrett Grass Gospel Hour.
The Festy Experience was in its second year, and everyone reveled in being a part of something so awesome in its infancy. Not only were the southern charm and friendliness spot on, but with every person I met, there was more and more a sense of camaraderie.
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Love Cannon, a string band from Charlottesville covering 80’s hits, was a fun surprise of the weekend. As you can imagine, the crowd got into their performance in a serious way. They played songs like “Take On Me” and “Don’t Stop Believing” with such aplomb that the audience joined in and sang along. This sort of audience involvement was especially cool in this instance, because it built on the band’s karaoke vibe. It didn’t hurt that there was a gigantic bonfire right near the stage. The temperature was dropping to about 45 or 50 degrees at the time, and the fire was a welcome boon.
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The second day showcased two sets from The Two Man Gentlemen Band, who put on one of the best shows of the weekend. Andy Bean, with his pencil moustache, and the Councilman, the straight man in the comedic duo, not only have spot-on musicianship and repertoire, but their onstage banter is clever and delightfully naughty as well. These guys also used audience involvement in a tasteful manner. Considering that a couple of years ago their live act involved passing out kazoos to every audience member and utilizing their humming skills, I was braced for the best.
The suit-clad two-piece began with “Me, I Get High on Reefer,” which was an instant success with the festival crowd. Bean played a 1930 National Triolian Plectrum Guitar, which is a 4-string guitar based on a banjo of the same type from Dixieland and early jazz. This instrument, coupled with The Councilman’s upright bass, provided for quite the contrast. The song effortlessly combined vaudeville with jazz and country. With a quick mouth-trumpet, Bean then sang, “I wonder who do you dream about / When you put that reefer in your mouth/ In my dream you dream of me.” The duo also played “Chocolate Milk” in which the audience was asked to sing, “I will, I will” after certain lines. Of course, when it came to spelling out the words ‘chocolate milk’ there was a general muttering to which Bean suggested, “Not really a spelling crowd.” “Tikka Masala” was a cute number that Andy described as being about Indian cuisine. He then said if anyone didn’t like it they were racist, which was pretty hilarious. “I Like to Party with Girls” really displayed their skatting abilities, as they would “doodly da da” in unison with each note they played. No one left without a hankering for chocolate milk and “Fancy Beer.” With songs like “(Havin’ a Prescription Party) Prescription Drugs” and “I Like to Party With Girls”, the duo made tawdry subjects sound dignified and matter of fact.
Sarah White and the Pearls came onto the Southern Stage next, and put on a great alt-country rock show. Wearing a white 60s shift dress, White et al. blazed through songs like “Apple in B Major” and “My Brother.” The Pearls consist of musicians well-known around Virginia, including Ted “Righteous Handlebar Moustache” Pitney on guitar, under-the-radar King Wilkie, punk legend Michael Bishop from Gwar on bass, and drummer Stuart Gunter from Wrinkle Neck Mules. During “Sarah Arizona” the harmonies were on point, and White’s vocals channeled Pat Benatar. Due to the excellent musicianship of each member, the band was able to jam gigantically for a single controlled minute. It left the audience wanting more. The name “Sarah” sung in the refrain is still very hard to stop humming (and not just because it happens to be this reviewer’s name!). There was something very strange and haunting about watching a woman named Sarah sing the name herself.
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The Infamous Stringdusters played the first of their two sets on Saturday night (they of course also appeared throughout the weekend individually for different workshops and showcases – one of the most popular sessions was the aforementioned Gospel Hour). The Stringdusters put on a hootenanny of a show and kept the energy going all night. This show included the official introduction of new mandolinist Dominick Leslie, a youthful guy that will undoubtedly bring in more young ladies as fans. The band played “Fork in the Road” and kicked off some great pickin’ with fiddle player Jeremy Garrett singing lead. He shared lead vocal duties with bassist Travis Brook. Garrett sang on “Echoes of Goodbye,” one of their more riling tunes. The vocal harmonies were deep and thick, and the melody wouldn’t leave my brain without a fight.
Next, the horn section from the band Rubblebucket joined the Stringdusters on stage, making the string band a little bit funkier. Rubblebucket went on to close the Main Stage on Saturday night. When the Rubblebucket horns came out, the Stringdusters played a cover of The Police’s “Walking on the Moon,” which sounded very cool with the added depth of the horns. The trombone seared through the strings with a gritty rumbling. The next song, “Can’t Put Out the Fire,” included a 70’s Shaft-like guitar tone and plenty of guttural horn-playing. It got the crowd pumped and ready for another set of funky music.
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When I arrived, the ladies were beginning “Don’t Worry, Be Happy,” which struck me as pretty cheesy and a bit embarrassing. It got even worse when the audience decided to clap to the beat. Once they played some originals, though, the sound tightened up and won me over. The ladies kept referring to their back story as having worked in a strip club, so all kinds of naughty insinuations ensued between songs. Some of their stories, whether real or made up, were far-fetched enough to leave the audience wondering. The band also revealed that they hailed from Toronto, “the most hated Canadian city.” Brooks kept time with a bass drum pedal while switching from guitar to banjo, and Passmore held down the mandolin. Their three-part harmonies were spot-on and, somehow, friendly. I felt like I wanted to be friends with all three women by the end of the set. The highlight of the Good Lovelies’ performance was “Lonesome Hearts,” a song from their newest release, Let the Rain Fall. The country number had a 1940’s quality to it, and was more than catchy. True to their shtick, the Good Lovelies left the crowd feeling pretty good.
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“Postcards from Hell” proved to be a somber affair, as Chris brought the bow out for some moody bass sounds and harmonica, while Rix deconstructed his kit to a bristle brush. “Shoofly Pie” picked things up again as Chris laid out a funky groove and Rix used a vertical tambourine to beat the drum. During “Luckiest Man,” Rix played the melodica sparingly, but enough to make the crowd want more. It was during this piece that Chris brought the bow out again for a brief solo. Southern Ground Records labelmate Clay Cook (Zac Brown Band) joined the three guys on stage with his lap steel, lengthening the sound of the group. Rix brought out another secret weapon – a busted-ass guitar that he wore vertically and hit like a percussion instrument. They ended the set with a traditional prison work song, “Ain’t No More Cane,” made particularly memorable in The Last Waltz. It involved each of the three band members singing lead, and then the audience joined them for the chorus of three ‘ooohs’ going higher each time. It was very moving.
I look forward to what next year’s The Festy Experience will have to offer, as I’m definitely going back.
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