Wed 6/6: Doug Paisley at the Hideout
The folk-rock sounds of Toronto singer-songwriter Doug Paisley hark back to an earlier, less hectic era, when it was easier to find the time and space for quiet contemplation. He's just released a beautiful new EP called Golden Embers with lovely harmony singing by Leslie Feist, and I wrote about it this week: "In a restrained, dusky voice, Paisley delivers his warmly conversational melodies with self-assured grace, and the tempos are perfect for slow strolls down wooded paths."
Wed 6/6: Paul Caporino at the Empty Bottle
Former Chicagoan Paul Caporino, of Masters of the Obvious fame, returns to town with another truckload of impolite pop-rock ditties. Despite 31 years of music making, both with M.O.T.O. and as a solo artist, he hasn't matured at all, and in his case that's a good thing. As Bill Meyer writes, "Caporino is still writing and performing juvenile sex numbers ('The Chicks Can Tell' is about how attractive he always seems to be to women when he's just gotten laid), antilove anthems ('Put the Wall Back Up'), and shamelessly self-aggrandizing party starters ('I'm Why God Made Rock'). Shameless, but not baseless—also unchanged is his gift for crafting tunes from two chords and a bunch of fuzz that you couldn't get out of your head with a crowbar."