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Tim Barry

Tim Barry

Roger Harvey & The High Lifers

Saturday, February 8, 2020

St. Vitus

Doors: 7:00pm / Show: 8:00pm

Advance: $15 / Day of Show: $20

This event is 21+

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Tim Barry
Right now, Tim Barry is detoxing. Not from drugs or alcohol, but from his own music. “When the record’s finally done, and the master is approved, I erase every file that’s been sent to me and I throw out all the CDs with all of the rough mixes. I get rid of everything,” says Barry. And that’s exactly where he’s at, in the middle of cleanse from his own work. But on September 8, he’ll sit down with his new record, High On 95 (Chunksaah Records), one last time. And like everyone else listening to it that day, it’ll be for the first time. “I generally never listen to the record again except one time on the day it comes out,” says Barry. “That’s when I actually hear the record from the perspective of the people who are into it.” And what those people will hear—along with the artist himself—is a record that explores the human condition in classic Tim Barry fashion. “Slow Down” opens the record and sees Barry tearing at his guitar strings while weaving a tale about alienation, shame, and getting the hell out of Brooklyn. His sister Caitlin Hunt’s lonesome violin joins him on his journey, as Barry’s burly voice lumbers forth, admitting faults (“I’ve always been thirsty / I’ve always been a wreck”) but never becoming defeated. It’s a song that sets up the themes that will be touched on time and again throughout High On 95: Fear, loneliness, pain, and isolation. But for all these anxieties, Barry never wallows. Instead, he finds hope in the journey. “If I’m talking about real life shit, just getting things off of my chest, if they don’t have an element of hope, then there’s no use in writing it,” says Barry. And for every moment that aches with a feeling that borders on defeat, it’s flanked by Barry’s perseverance and unbreakable work ethic. While there’s a song like “Running Never Tamed Me,” which Barry says caused his two daughters to break down crying the first time they heard it, there’s a song like “Riverbank,” which carries a foot-stomping swagger that invites you into the anthemic ruckus. Against a steady backbeat, vamped piano, and Neil Young-esque, single-note solos, Barry becomes the ringleader of a triumphant chorus, guiding his collaborators to the song’s apex. “I become the conductor,” says Barry, explaining that his process of leading his assembled studio band involves a whole lot of humming what he hears in his head and some wild, impassioned gesticulating. “All of the parts that are added to the recorded songs are my humming between lyrics,” says Barry, noting that everyone else in his camp is a “talented, pro musician” and that he trusts them to fill in the gaps—not that he needs much help. Like all of his albums, High On 95 was recorded by Lance Koehler at Minimum Wage Studios in Richmond Virginia. And that’s because, by now, Koehler knows exactly how to record Barry’s performances. “it’s just one take,” says Barry, “Lance knows the more I do it, the worse it’s gonna get. You lose something when you play it more and more. So get it right.” And that’s exactly what Barry did. High On 95 carries the raw, emotional catharsis that’s become synonymous with a Tim Barry album. Every syllable exits his mouth with a fire propelling them, the kind of passion that can’t be forced or faked. Not that there was ever a reason to expect anything less.
Roger Harvey & The High Lifers
Roger Harvey & The High Lifers
THE BEST PARTS OF MUSIC SOMETIMES SEEM THE RAREST TO COME BY ON THIS SIDE OF THE LINE. OVER THE PAST TWENTY YEARS MUSIC HAS TAKEN ME PLACES THAT I NEVER DREAMT I’D GO. IT’S CARRIED ME THROUGH THE LOW TIMES, ENHANCED THE HIGH TIMES, & INTRODUCED ME TO SO MUCH RARE BEAUTY THAT WOULD OTHERWISE HAVE BEEN LEFT UNKNOWN. AS A SONGWRITER, I’VE OFTEN FOUND MYSELF CIRCLING BACK TO THAT RARITY, TRYING TO CATCH THOSE FLEETING MOMENTS. WHETHER IT BE PLAYING TOGETHER OR OUT ON MY OWN, ROLLING DOWN THE ROAD OR AT HOME JUST LISTENING, MUSIC HAS ALWAYS HELD A CERTAIN KIND OF MAGIC TO ME. THOSE RARE MOMENTS HAVE MADE THE STRUGGLES THAT COME ALONG WITH A LIFE TRYING TO MAKE MY WAY HERE SEEM SOMEHOW ALL WORTHWHILE. FOLKS FIND MUSIC IN ALL KINDS OF WAYS & CONNECT TO IT FOR ALL KINDS OF REASONS, BUT I’VE ALWAYS FELT LIKE WHEN YOU ARRIVE HERE, THERE IS A LANGUAGE THAT IS SHARED. NOT ALWAYS SPOKEN OUTRIGHT, BUT UNDERSTOOD THROUGH THE APPRECIATION OF SONG. WHEN I FIRST GOT CLOSE TO IT, IT FELT LIKE I HAD DISCOVERED SOMETHING THAT I’D BEEN SEARCHING FOR ALL ALONG. AS IF SUDDENLY, THERE WASN’T A VOID ANYMORE. STAYING HERE HAS NEVER FELT LIKE A CHOICE I CONSCIOUSLY MAKE, IT’S JUST ALWAYS MADE SENSE TO KEEP ON. RECENTLY THOUGH, I HIT A WALL. I FELT LIKE I WAS JOCKEYING FOR POSITION IN A RACE THAT I WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO ENTER IN THE FIRST PLACE. I CONTINUED THOUGH, FOLLOWING ADVICE FROM OTHERS TO TRACE TRADITIONAL AVENUES IN A COLLAPSING INDUSTRY. ALL OF WHICH SEEMED TO LEAD NOWHERE OR AT BEST SOMEWHERE SO FAR FROM A DESTINATION I DESIRED. IN THAT EXPERIENCE, THE RARITY WAS LOST. I STARTED THINKING A LOT ABOUT WHAT BROUGHT ME HERE & WHAT I HAD ONCE DISCOVERED & THAT LED ME TO ASK MYSELF WHAT IT WAS THAT I WAS AFTER & MORE DIRECTLY WHY. WHEN I STARTED TO FIND ANSWERS TO THOSE QUESTIONS, I FELT MYSELF GETTING CLOSER AGAIN. I KEPT TRAVELING, BUT IT STARTED TO FEEL DIFFERENT. I REACHED OUT TO FOLKS THAT I'VE MET OVER THE YEARS TO JOIN ME FOR WHAT I WAS CALLING MY FAMILY SHOWS. WHAT WE DISCOVERED IN THEM EXEMPLIFIED A BIG PART OF WHAT IT WAS & WHY. GETTING PEOPLE TOGETHER TO SHARE IN A MOMENT SIMPLY WITH SONG IN THE CENTER. I STARTED WRITING AGAIN. I WROTE TWICE AS HIGH ABOUT THE EXPERIENCE OF SEARCHING FOR SOMETHING THAT’S MISSING, MAKING PEACE WITH INEVITABLE CHANGE, & NARROWING YOUR SIGHTS TO THE SIMPLICITY THAT WE SO RARELY CHOOSE TO ACKNOWLEDGE BUT THAT’S ALWAYS RIGHT THERE. I FLEW OUT TO LOS ANGELES ABOUT A MONTH LATER & LANDED IN THE RAIN BEFORE HEADING INTO THE HIGH DESERT WITH A FILMMAKER FRIEND OF MINE TO PUT TOGETHER A VIDEO FOR A SONG I HADN’T EVEN MADE PLANS TO RECORD YET. I KNEW I WOULD THOUGH. WHEN I GOT HOME, I WROTE YOU & I, A SONG ABOUT A SIMILAR KIND OF BEAUTY. ONE THAT’S JUST AS EASY TO OVERLOOK AS IT IS TO RECOGNIZE. IN THAT MOMENT I FELT LUCKY TO HAVE LANDED WHERE I HAD & FELT A DEEP GRATITUDE FOR ALL THAT LED ME THERE. IT FELT LIKE BEING HOME. WHEN I SLOWED DOWN, I WENT INTO THE STUDIO TO RECORD SOME OF THE SONGS I’D BEEN WRITING WITH THE BAND THAT I’D BEEN PLAYING WITH. MADE UP OF FRIENDS THAT I’D MET ALONG THE ROUTE. WE CALLED THE BAND THE HIGH LIFERS BECAUSE WE THOUGHT IT HAD A RING TO IT & MIGHT MAKE PEOPLE SMILE. IN THE STUDIO & ON THE ROAD WE WORKED TO KEEP IT SIMPLE. LISTENING BACK TO WHAT WE MADE TOGETHER FELT LIKE THE RARITY THAT I’VE FOR SO LONG BEEN OUT HERE CHASING, PARTLY BECAUSE MUSIC HOLDS A CERTAIN KIND OF MAGIC & PARTLY BECAUSE WE LET IT. XORH