Ryan Bingham

Ryan Bingham


Fri, March 22, 2013

Doors: 7:30 pm / Show: 8:30 pm


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Ryan Bingham
Ryan Bingham
For some artists, winning an Oscar would represent reaching a pinnacle. For Ryan Bingham, who took home the Academy Award for "The Weary Kind," his hauntingly beautiful theme song for the acclaimed film Crazy Heart, it instead represented a crossroads and a decision about which path to take.

"When there are a lot of people around saying 'look, you have to capitalize on this and do something really commercial,' you might think about it for a second," admits the LA-based singer-songwriter. "But at the end of the day, there's not a chance in hell I could do that. It made me sick to my stomach just thinking about it. I couldn't get up in front of people and play a bunch of stuff that didn't mean anything to me."

Bingham puts that philosophy to the test in a big way on Junky Star, his third album on Lost Highway, which was recorded in a matter of days with producer T Bone Burnett, his collaborator on the Crazy Heart soundtrack. The disc delivers a bracing fusion of pensive, gravelly ballads - like "Hallelujah," which is not a Leonard Cohen cover, but his own take on mortality, delivered from the other side of the veil - and raw, rock'n'roll cuts that showcase Bingham's incisive, darkly compelling lyrical bent.

Bingham channels a number of unique spirits over the course of the album, leading with his sensitive side on "The Poet" and kicking out the jams on the Waylon-meets-Keith Richards "All Choked Up Again." Elsewhere, as in songs like "Depression" - a vivid evocation of our current social climate that'd have Woody Guthrie nodding in approval - and the album's poignant title track, Bingham applies his wizened rasp with precise strokes, wringing emotion from every note.

"I've always been passionate about the situation of homeless people and kids having to survive on the streets, so some of these songs come from that, from looking at what people need to do to survive," he explains. "So Junky Star doesn't have anything to do with drugs or anything like that, it's more about finding the beauty in what might at first appear to be rough around the edges. You can see that beauty in someone on the street, like some guy just raving and be like 'I wonder what this guy has been through to get to that place?'"

The same might be said for Bingham himself. Born in New Mexico and raised all across the Southwest, he set out on his own at a young age, shuffling from town to town looking for a place to sleep between rodeos, day labor, and a weekly gig at a no-frills local bar.
That spirit infused Bingham's Lost Highway debut, Mescalito, which won kudos from media outlets as varied as Rolling Stone, Esquire and The Washington Post - the latter noted "anyone seeking to invent a modern-day Texas troubadour couldn't do better than to replicate Ryan Bingham's life story." Indeed, the disc opened many illuminating windows into the soul of a man who, despite still being in his twenties, had already done plenty of living.

Those experiences served Bingham well, earning him more critical acclaim for 2009's Roadhouse Sun, a disc that prompted Billboard to defer comparisons to forebears and note "Bingham's not a 'new' anything: He's his own man, and a singular talent at that." That's high praise indeed, but the opinion was shared by plenty of the singer-songwriter's musical peers, including T Bone Burnett, who he collaborated with on the soundtrack for Crazy Heart.

"The director gave me the script, but after not hearing from him for a couple of months, I thought I had fallen off the radar," he recalls. "When I got 'The Weary Kind' over to him, everything happened really fast from there. It was a lot of fun getting the opportunity to work with guys like T Bone Burnett, Stephen Bruton and Jeff Bridges."

As a result of their collaboration, Burnett wasted no time in getting into the studio when Bingham had a set of songs together. Without using the usual session superstar suspects, the album was recorded with Bingham's long-time band The Dead Horses. "He was hip to the fact that we wanted it to be just us from the start, and he didn't want to change what we were doing, he just wanted to help us get that down," says Bingham.

"We didn't need a horn section or a string section or anything like that. We wanted to keep it simple and track these songs live. We were able to record the album in three days because the band already knew the songs, so we just went in and did them the way we'd been playing them."

That immediacy is reflected in the power generated by each of Junky Star's dozen tracks, from the sparse slow-burner "Yesterday's Blues" to the anthemic statement of purpose "The Wandering." In the nooks and crannies of these songs, along with the rest of the album, Bingham's outspoken philosophy and the band's raw energy create the sort of perfect musical storm that promises to rattle plenty of cages that deserve a good shake-up, both musically and socially.

"None of us need a hit single or be famous rock stars," he concludes. "Just to be able to make a living playing music and not having to work an eight to five job digging holes makes me feel fortunate enough. I see so many kids living on the street or going off to Afghanistan, so I don't feel comfortable saying
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- Buzz Bands LA
"…the common pop thread between alt. country, spaghetti western soundtracks and swampy blues."
– Paste
"…honeyhoney deftly mixes elements of folk, soul, country, pop, and rock…"
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Burlap and opals. Moonshine and macrobiotics. Shaken and soothed. How Suzanne Santo (vocals/banjo/violin) and Ben Jaffe (vocals/guitar) managed to reconcile not just polemics, but seemingly opposed realities for their sexually tinged, bruised knee honeysuckle take on roots music has to be heard to be understood.

Yet somehow the young 20-somethings figured out that it's the extremes that define the middle, whether embracing the big mistakes in the bluesy smoulder "Glad I Done What I Did," embracing the romantic doubt that is the low slung gospel of "Don't Know How," or the euphoric romp-age of "Let's Get Wrecked" that embraces the arc debauchery completely. This is the sound of coming not of age, but awareness; and digging into what it means to be alive permeates throughout honeyhoney's October 24th release of Billy Jack on Lost Highway Records.
"The album is made of a lot of stories, a lot of lives," Santo picks up. "We're very different, but those differences are what makes it. I've had a lot of different times in

my personal life that kinda leveled me as a person. That's why this record is the way it is. It's made of guts: what's happening on the inside, the notion of us being really independent, being on our own. That's a big reality."

With fiddles threading the melodies, big acoustic guitar sounds and banjos plinking as percussively as melodically, there is an old world feel to honeyhoney that is as fresh and right now as it is tube radios and old lace.

And it is the disparity of how the two came up and came together that informs honeyhoney with their singularity of sound. Meandering through unique paths, converging in Los Angeles where everyone is chasing something, and finally recognizing the chemistry they shared is no mean feat.

Evoking California's hippie Dust Bowl fringe, equal parts Okie squalor and Pacific shimmer, there is a strong pull of Woody Guthrie-esque folk, vintage Buffalo Springfield, glints of Gram Parsons and bits of Bonnie Raitt's early blues, Rickie Lee Jones reality and Bakerfsfield Saturday nights. Not country, not folk, not rock, it is a hybrid that defies exact definition.

Still "Billy Jack" pumps with the thump of hearts on fire, levels with the pang of real instruments played like someone means it. "If we want anything from these songs," adds Jaffe, "it's to bring people into this music, to engage them."

On the brink of truly coming into their own, they are ready for whatever the music brings…

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Venue Information:
The Vogue
6259 North College Avenue
Indianapolis, IN, 46220