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Wed. March 10 6:00 PM
High Noon Saloon presents
Michael McDermott
Flame Shark
6:00 PM / $5 cover / 21 and up
Alt-country singer-songwriter Michael McDermott's songs are far more than lofty professorial or theological essays set to music. On the contrary, they remain ever accessible - bringing to light universal experiences of the common man (and woman), in a way all can relate to and few could forget. As John Thompson wrote in a 1996 review, "As far as I can tell, McDermott hasn't signed up for a seminary just yet." Instead, he's "put together a scrapbook of memories we all share - like relationships that ended for some un-remembered reason. His telling of the stories is so brilliant that each sounds like someone we know his songs are, more often than not, tales of woe and misguided steps. He's a dysfunctional prophet who sometimes forgets his name. He loves, he loses, tries and tries again - but he usually ends up at a bar somewhere wondering what the hell went wrong. He's the prodigal son who - no matter how hard he strives to embrace the world and its darkness - is constantly reminded that there's another perspective.
Michael McDermott
Flame Shark
6:00 PM / $5 cover / 21 and up
Alt-country singer-songwriter Michael McDermott's songs are far more than lofty professorial or theological essays set to music. On the contrary, they remain ever accessible - bringing to light universal experiences of the common man (and woman), in a way all can relate to and few could forget. As John Thompson wrote in a 1996 review, "As far as I can tell, McDermott hasn't signed up for a seminary just yet." Instead, he's "put together a scrapbook of memories we all share - like relationships that ended for some un-remembered reason. His telling of the stories is so brilliant that each sounds like someone we know his songs are, more often than not, tales of woe and misguided steps. He's a dysfunctional prophet who sometimes forgets his name. He loves, he loses, tries and tries again - but he usually ends up at a bar somewhere wondering what the hell went wrong. He's the prodigal son who - no matter how hard he strives to embrace the world and its darkness - is constantly reminded that there's another perspective.
Flame Shark's new album RAW FLOWERS sounds like Rod Stewart drugging out on psychedelic pineapples, dirty & ragged & in the gutter clawing for a dollar. You see Flame Shark through the neon red & blues, like in a 3D movie from the 50s, and they resemble the newspapers & chipped brick walls more than a band tonight. Not even the rats cross their path anymore. Their recent studio work with ex-Black Crowes/Ben Harper guitarist Marc Ford has moved them further into muggy, full-bodied, fuzzed out soul.