Jim White to play first 09 gig at Largo in LA before heading off on his March Australia tour with John Doe
Luaka Bop’s neo-southern country-gothic performer and alt country’s most “out there” and original voice, Jim White, just released the LIVE mini-album “A Funny Little Cross to Bear”.
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2.28 Largo at Coronet Theater- LA with John Doe
“A Funny Little Cross” To Bear is a 6 song gem with versions of tracks only experienced by those brethren partaking in the Jim White fellowship of song that his concerts become. Jim White is the unique voice in the immense Southern gothic tradition.
This is a mini-album of “roadside rarities” recorded by Jim at some of the country’s best indie record stores, radio programs and concert halls across the world. “A Funny Little Cross To Bear” contains songs like “Jim 3:16”, where he postulates that “a bar is just a church where they serve beer” and a live unreleased version of “Stranger Candy”, a beautiful song left off his much loved album Transnormal Skiperoo. Kinda makes you wonder what those good folks at Luaka Bop were thinking.
“A Funny Little Cross To Bear” LIVE mini-album: Good tasting and nice listening for all concerned.
Press LOVES “A Funny Little Cross to Bear”
“This isn’t Jim White the songwriter. It’s Jim White the performer, the storyteller, the quiet show stealer. It sounds like a great new piece to an already great discography. .”
“Let’s get this out of the way: Jim White may well be one of the greatest troubadours Dixieland has produced since Otis Redding or Tom Petty, and that’s saying a lot. He’s also one of the few storyteller musicians who is alternately self-deprecating and intense. That’s the impression one receives when they hear the live version of A Funny Little Cross to Bear- a mini-compilation album that is as eclectic as it is dark. ”
“This distillation of his artistic mission is telling in that the whole EP acts as the perfect primer on Jim White. There his literate, dark humor, the pessimistic stories, and the feeling of dark clouds permanently on the horizon.And yet there is still a bit of light. White’s melodies bring a sense of tempered hope built out of experience.”
Press LOVES Jim White:
“There aren’t too many artists who can combine as many magical styles into one record- or for that matter, one song- as the one and only Jim White.”
Paste- “White’s new record does mark an important moment in his own quest for grace.”
“There’s very little not to love for Jim White fans on Transnormal Skiperoo. ….It’s good to hear him back – he takes time between each of his records, enough that you start to wonder if he’s coming back. Now we have our answer – he’s not just back, he’s out in the sunlight. Glad you could make it, Jim.”
|Joe Henry on Jim White:
Joe Henry has written and recorded 10 albums, produced 21 more for other artists, and co-produced countless more, including Jim White’s Drill a Hole in That Substrate and Tell Me What You See.
I wanted nothing to do with Jim White when, years ago, I first had his demo pressed upon me. I mean, another singer/songwriter -a poet of a particular dark and Southern sensibility (and one that my own wife alleged to be “brilliant and strange” even as she held the aforementioned cassette at arm’s length, as if a bit afraid of residue).
Who wants to know?
Not me, I can assure you. But I took the tape anyway, walking toward the car, if only to end the conversation; and I put it in the player if only so I could say I did, and so that I might reference a song by title when, later that evening, I’d be dismissing it.
I recall now that I was driving along Fountain Avenue, approaching Hollywood, when the first song came on. I won’t say that I nearly drove off the road, but I did pull over to the curb in deference to the possibility when I found myself struck by a confluence of elation and despair, as is the case when I chance to hear something that I believe -given its hallucinatory power, its balance of luminance and foreboding- I should’ve written myself; nay, would’ve written, given a little more time, goddam it.
I sat quiet and I listened. And then I rewound the tape and played it again.
Back in 1963, when President John F. Kennedy was confronted with the embarrassing fact that he was powerless to stop the thousands of civil rights marchers that were closing ranks and headed for Washington, his simple solution was to become part of the movement -to become its patron saint, no less. Likewise, when I felt myself trumped, verse after verse, by Jim’s sprawling and ambitious artistry, I did the only thing a self-respecting songwriter might do, with a mind to his public image and secret vanity: I volunteered for duty.
And thus began my association and working relationship with Jim White: singer, songwriter, author, actor; Florida native; Georgia taxpayer; former New York City cabdriver and runway fashion model; would-be seminarian; the father of two and, generally speaking, a holistic artist intent on moving forward while seeming to walk backward…a veritable disco moonwalker dressed like Tom Joad. With sideburns.
Jim has to date issued four albums under his own name and steam: each one reeking of its own distinct perfume; all of them collectively speaking with a unified sense and (non) sensibility.
No mean feat, that one. And now here he is, offering a new “live mini album,” as if he thinks he’ll trick us all into thinking the small gesture doesn’t itself draw a plenty-wide arc, doesn’t have grand ambitions of its own.
He must think we’re crazy. Or stupid. In any case, I for one refuse to be fooled. I hear within this 7-song collection much ghostly conjuring and revisionist theorizing upon life, liberty and the pursuit of truckstop angels with crooked teeth, checkered pasts, and Jesus programmed on the speed-dial of their cell phones.
Jim White, though -herein, and whether or not he wants to admit it- is opening his heart and dropping his veil a little. He stands before us a repentant pilgrim; and the “live” versions of these songs reveal Jim in a posture less guarded than perhaps I’ve ever heard him: clear-eyed and filled with wonder. And it all leaves me feeling much the same.
Of course, this may well be a theatrical ploy too; but in any case, I find that I remain what I have always been -even if reluctantly- from the very beginning: a true believer.
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