7:15 Campfire Club (Folk)
With the recent wave of neo-crunchy folk-pop bands like the Head and the Heart, Blind Pilot, the Lumineers and all the rabble of their followers, it's getting harder and harder to separate the wheat from the chaff. The musicians — sometimes as many as five, sometimes fewer — of the Campfire Club have begun to distinguish themselves on the strength of Ryne Watts' songs, which have all the romantic optimism of youth and campfires, but which also have dry wit, that elusive tonic to folky earnestness: "We don't care if anyone can hear," Watts sings on the band's eponymous anthem. "We're not singing for you." That may not be true, because the 'Club's shaggy harmonies beg to be joined in sing-alongs, and the mix of guitars, mandolins, banjos, fiddles and percussion is built for clapping and even dancing along. If these are fireside songs, they're scorched by the tipsy joy of collective music making. RK

8:30 Lonesome Cowboy Ryan & His Dried-Up Teardrops (Country)
Ryan Koenig is a busy, busy man. He's a multi-instrumental virtuoso for Pokey LaFarge & the South City Three, a folksy outfit that's currently touring Europe. When he's not jet-setting, he also performs with the Rum Drum Ramblers and Alley Ghost. If that weren't enough, the "Lonesome Cowboy Ryan" persona is yet another conduit for Koenig to create country music. He released nineteen of his songs for free on his website earlier this year, many of which harken back to laid-back sing-alongs by a smoky campfire. The "& His Dried Up Tear Drops" part of the equation refers to a backing band that includes South City Three compadres Adam Hoskins and Joey Glynn as well as other guests such as Tim Sullivan of the Red Headed Strangers. JR

9:45 The Skekses (Folk)
Fronted by Elly Herget's sympathetic drawl, the Skekses produce world-weary folk so stark and introspective that it could soundtrack both a Wild West film and a Diablo Cody vehicle. (Actually, the now-defunct HBO show Deadwood would have been perfect.) Making lyrical references to crime, love and metaphorical monsters, her voice partners with tender, pared-down instrumentation dedicated to the sounds of yesterlust: temperate banjo, acoustic guitar, upright bass and lazy, wandering beats measured out through maracas and tambourine. The group, which has seen several lineup shifts since its inception, has expanded into a regular trio and occasional quartet. The band hit its stride and signature with its 2010 debut, Notes on the Collapse of an Alternate Universe, and features on the Tower Groove Records compilation. The first full recording with the current lineup, Curse My Name, comes out June 8. KW

11:00 Bob Reuter's Alley Ghost (Americana)
From his half-century of stubborn commitment to rock & roll, Bob Reuter has scars. He also has a smirk; he's seen most of it all before. But this ain't a bygone: Reuter says his current posse of young guns (Mat "Doormat" Wilson, Chris Powers, Bassamp and Big Muddy label founder Chris Baricevic) is the best band he's ever been in. The members' collective résumé includes Rum Drum Ramblers, the Sex Robots and 7 Shot Screamers, and that's just a few recent groups featuring these dudes. Alley Ghost is fresh off the release of Born There, an album of rowdy disdain for conformity written by one of the great spirits in south city. KM

12:15 Troubadour Dali (Psych)
Attracted equally to the fuzzed-out psych-pop of the late-'80s and the unfolding walls of early-'90s shoegaze, Troubadour Dali remains one of the premiere psychedelic bands in the city. Filtered through a wall of reverb and fog, the band's music readily redefines the birth of cool with its lackadaisical melody-driven rock and the unwavering songwriting of Ben Hinn and Kevin Bachmann. Although the influence of bands like the Jesus and Mary Chain, Brian Jonestown Massacre and Dandy Warhols is apparent, Troubadour Dali sets itself apart with a tasteful mix of radiating guitar solos, swashes of white noise and bewildering acoustic instrumentation. Drifting in and out of consciousness, its songs ease into the ether with a strut, never slipping into silence or lacking intensity. JL

1:30 Dogtown Allstars (Soul/Funk)
Perennial favorites, both in these very awards and around town, Dogtown Allstars separates itself from other horn-blowing party-starters with a deep affection for genres and eras ranging from swing jazz to the neo-soul revival exemplified by Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings. You can find the four-piece — Drew Weiss on drums, Adam Wilke on guitar and vocals, Nathan Hershey on various keys and Andy Coco on bass — at everything from outdoor festivals to late-night blues bars, always affable and always in the groove. KM


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3:00 Caleb Travers (Singer-Songwriter)
Good songwriters possess the ability to wear their hearts on their sleeve without being labeled as sensitive; Caleb Travers has that gift. His music is indie folk with various undertones of country, rock and a dash of pop to fill the cracks. He released a seven-song EP titled Ain't No Jukebox last fall, a couple years after appearing on the scene. Often performing solo with an acoustic guitar, Travers has a rich tenor that dips and soars as he sings the heartbreaking lyrics of his relaxed songs. Beauty is contained in the space that surrounds his music. His arrangements breathe — a tactic that grabs the listener and doesn't let go. SA

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Getwords
Getwords

Anyone else having trouble downloading the schedule file (above)? I get an error (and I have Acrobat Pro). What a shame - I really want to look at it, and the image above is not really legible.

Cranky
Cranky

Hey, RFT - know how you've got banners about this all over the website page? Well - if you click on one and go to the schedule link - it still has a "coming soon" message. Isn't it about time it came?

 
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