The Next American Star Showcase at House of Blues

To follow-up my mention of Powerspace at the House of Blue's Wednesday, June 24, it is only fair to give full props to all of the performing bands competing in the Next American Star. I walked into the venue just in time to catch Everlife, a Nashville-based band consisting of three sisters, a violinist, and a drummer. The two older sisters play guitar and supply backing vocals to the youngest sister's very well-trained lead voice. There is nothing like putting similar genetics into live harmonies that all sound like the same voice. With a soulful violinist and a very organic, simplistic drummer, the experience of Everlife is musically fulfilling in the sense that your ears will be receiving an honest, well-rehearsed sound. It will be interesting to see what comes out of this group in a couple of years, should their demographic of Hannah Montana fans (and their parents) grow older. I'm all about chicks that rock, and since they cited The Who and Lynyrd Synyrd as influences, a small tap into that musicality could be exciting in the future.

The next showcased (and female-fronted) band was twin sisters Sammy and Sasha. Backed by Chicago music veterans Damon Ranger, Greg Potter, Tim Maeder, and Edmer Abante, the wall of sound produced was all too invigorating. The first snare hit gave away Potter's talent, and the chemistry between Ranger and Abante almost stole the show. The girls have great voices and an obvious knack for performing, as they seemed right at home onstage. It is unclear what genre of music they may be shooting for, as the audience heard some power distortion in the guitars with some songs, floor-pumping bass with others, and a rap breakdown in another. At 17, experimenting with sound is exactly what Sammy and Sasha should be doing. Hopefully we'll get to see them joined by equally as talented instrumentalists closer to their age in the near future.


Awake in Reno entertained us with their first ever performance of catchy cover tunes such as "Take on Me," "King of Wishful Thinking," and "I Just Can't Stop." These dudes have fun and they're not afraid to show it. Hopefully, as they gain performance experience, they'll gain some songwriting to throw out as well.


A band that deserves special props, and one that I certainly hope wins this contest (if it's still going?) is Asteria. They brought great original songs, astounding energy, and some pitch-perfect attitude to the stage. I intend to keep a strong eye on this band from Crown Point, Indiana. They are what it's all about. They work hard, travel hard, and play even harder. Falling under the genre of what I've been calling "happy rock" lately, any fan of power pop/progressive pop, or pop/alt rock may like them. I'm excited to hear what they've been working on lately, and will most likely do a hard listen and post an album review soon.



All in all, the full experience at House of Blues was a lot of fun. I think it was my first time ever parading around a floor of dancing 10 year olds, partying 25 year olds, and drunk dads who appeared to know a lot about Cobra Starship. As far as The Next American Star goes, I think it's an interesing concept that's worth learning more about. So yes, anothe Frave Stamp of Approval is to be had.

Powerspace: Prepare for a Takeover

“Showdown in Central Park...” An unforgettable bass line and a sexy groove capped with a hot atmosphere started the Powerspace set at House of Blues Wednesday night. Sift together teaser lights, a pinch of anxiety, loads of confidence and all-encompassing passion, and you’ll have the perfect combination of onstage “bring it” elements. Performing as headliners for The Next American Star’s Midwest showcase with Local 101, Powerspace showed some of the younger and/or newer bands how a few years of experience and countless hours in a studio can set one band apart from the next.

There were moments of complete synchronization between guitarists Tom Scheiter and Max Perenchio where, even on opposite sides of the stage, distinguishing between choreographed and complete musical connection was impossible. Max’s energy was so pure and contagious that it was hard to believe the front row of the audience wasn’t chanting his name. Swing that arm one more time, man, and you would have created a screaming little girl out of me.

Not to mention the high performance quality from lead vocalist Alec Cyganowski. This guy has either studied the motions of every classic rockstar front-man or he simply just has it in him. The way he works the mic stand, makes eye contact with the audience, and bends backward lower than a break-dancer more than impresses the audience - it brings them to his world. That world that consists of hot bass lines and blood-pumping drums (provided by Jake Serek and Kevin Kane, respectively). If everyone could turn around and have those two at their backbone, it may just be a perfect world. Every bass kick could be felt through the floor and all the way up the body, syncing the heart rates of the entire room. Because of this higher-than-reality world created onstage, it was easy to forget the floor beneath my feet and any previous knowledge of music and just say “Ok, take me with you” to the songs. Even their old friend “Right On, Right Now” was delivered with a harder clarity and more focused musicality. "Don't Stop" created a believer out of my skeptical partner in crime that night. Incorporating voice-doubling in octaves, and bringing tight harmonies to a chorus not only shows off muli-talented band members, but also reminds the audience that real musicians are at work here.


While locked away in the studio finishing up their new album American Machine, Powerspace is also honing their craft. Studio time can often turn groups into vampires stuck in their own creation of reality. Luckily, all five members appear to have never ending sources of positive energy and anxiety (to show off their hard work!) channeling into those hours that every live performance has proven them a better, tighter, and more mature band.
Powerspace is telling a story behind their lyrics and surprising (yet appropriate) breakdowns. A believable, honest-to-the-gods-of-rock story. Open your ears and let them sing it to you.
A Work In Progress 2

Strong Like You

12 hours in high heels at the theatre with a very good friend of mine inspired this new song. This is a rough jam, and we're definitely going to go back in and refine things (mainly mix vocals and add real hits places). This is also a different style of all the other things Adam and I have been working on, so I suppose that's why I'm doubly excited. So here it is!

Top 5 Nothings to Do When All You Want to Do Is Nothing

Chicago can be a funny place if one is available to simply walk the streets with eyes and ears open, willing to observe an accept all of the happening surroundings. I find humour in the fact that, while only having been a resident since August 2008, I am already tired of tourist season and complaining about a never ending winter. Yet something about walking down Milwaukee Avenue at 7:15am on a weekday morning makes me smile. Something about walking out onto Clark and Monroe at 6:30pm puts an extra bounce in my step.

There is a vibrancy and pulse to this city that while indescribable, is unmatched to that of New York and certainly to that of Miami. Perhaps it is the smiling couples of Wicker Park seeking out the best brunch to review on Yelp. Perhaps it’s all the Mercs leaving the Loop on the Brown Line to Roscoe Village. And maybe - just maybe it could be that I have fallen in love with some part of this city. Or, rather, at least have allowed the heart of this Midwest drainage line enter my soul as an acceptable place in which to always be on the go.

With these recent thoughts about my loathe/love relationship with Sinatra’s kind of town, I have compiled a top 5 list of things to do when everything inside is just telling you to do nothing.

#1.) Go to Best Buy (or any other store that thrives on one-to-one sales pitches). Say hello to the salesperson that approaches you, and tell them why you are there. Chances are, even if you’re not in the market for a top-of-the-line HD adapter for your out-of-date TV, you’ll end up engaging in conversation with a computer geek who may be just as unhappy as you in that moment. And by computer geek, I admiringly mean someone who can crack jokes about building monster machines and how a certain female might be able to fit one in a bag with three other pairs of shoes and a curling iron.

#2.) Go to Double Door. It doesn’t matter what band is playing or what night of the week it is. Throw away the cover charge, throw away the $5 for whatever vodka special they have at the bar, and release yourself into a crowd of people that really aren’t as intimidating or hipster-ish as they seem.

#3.) Walk, run, bike, skip, roll - whatever - up and down the path on Lakeshore Drive. Start at North Avenue Beach and work your way up, then when you have to turn around to go back from whence you came, the skyline that greets your cardio-weary gaze will serve as a surprising reminder that yes, you do live in a cool city. And yes, those buildings are real. Even the one from Adventures in Babysitting that resembles a certain feminine……… ________.

#4.) Experience the ridiculousness of one of the summer festivals. All they really are is an excuse to drink and walk around in public. But maybe you’ll find that special old guy who dances alone to laugh at. Or admire. Or join during the Macarena on the grass.

#5.) Find a neighborhood coffee shop and befriend the barista at work during your first visit. Then go back at a different time and say, “oh, _____ isn’t here today?” And the current barista will perk up, realizing that you may be part of the local family, and therefore safe to genuinely smile at or even strike up conversation with. It seems everyone in this city is lonely. Making someone else smile will most likely lift your own spirits and therefore serve as a reminder that there is sensitivity left in humanity. And even though it feels like December in June, we’re all in the same boat. So let’s decorate it with sparkles, offer each other coffee discounts, and take plenty of pictures.

Home is where the heart is. Just find your heart and you’re there.

eeE PC

This is my first post from my new little computer that is perfect for the girl on the go. Welcome, eee PC!!! In perfect fashion, I am initiating this new machine by stopping at a friend's house and sitting down to write.

Bad sentence.

Fun dudes who are making fun of how little this is.

"If that computer were a shoe, I could borrow your shoe."

Our reaction to the size and fun provided by tiny things...

....I must also take a moment to give props to Jim, the amazing Best Buy man who assisted me through my purchasing adventure. He seriously brightened my day and shed some light on a recent event that made me question the popular human culture.

Do You Believe In Rock and Roll?

Clothing lines claim it on t-shirts. DJs claim it on the air. Scenesters claim it on the dance floor. Rock and roll is dead. But Friday, May 29, I was transported to the life of a college kid in 1978, watching the future legends of Aerosmith pull off the Draw the Line Tour. Of course, the band I was experiencing was not Aerosmith, but rather Powerspace, whose efforts to stay true to their classic influences and the sound within their souls have succeeded in creating a rock sound that audiences of 2009 can enjoy. Powerspace bared all and laid it down on the line with their fresh-from-the-studio new set as the opening act for Kill Hannah. Asking the audience if they "Believe in rock 'n roll," this band rose to the challenge and proved their ability to channel classics while bringing their energized and raw sound to the stage.

Anyone can pick up a guitar, add some distortion and copy an old solo from their parents' old KISS album. Thanks to the tight groove and colorful arrangements understandably provided by guitarist Tom Schleiter, Powerspace truly rocked. If happiness could be defined by sound, its song would be sung by these guys. Not only did their groove and full harmonies create happy soundwaves, but the guys were happy to be up there. Kevin Kane was a smiling little Ringo on the drums, and bass player Jake Serek was radiant with onstage bliss. I received an apology for a tired set due to studio time when I spoke with guitarist Max Perenchio afterward. But their delivery from beginning to end was anything but tired. New songs like "Red, White and Bruised," "Don't Stop" and another even more rocking tune of which I can't recall the title especially brought an excitement (and even harmonica! Alec Cyganowski channeled Steven Tyler on point throughout this number). Since the title has been lost from my own memory, here is a video to enjoy.

With streaming guitar solos (and well thought out solis, to be exact), Tom and Max's background harmonies add a beautiful warmth to Cyganowski's edgy lead. It really is unfair to single out any member without it leading to a strength provided by another because they all work so well together. The energy onstage creates an atmosphere between the five of them that displays what their hard work and hours spent together can achieve. They all want to be up there, and it shows through the focus I viewed as each member carefully set up, tuned, and checked sound. One may think that after touring as extensively as they have, the guys in Powerspace would be setting up for a show at Double Door like it was no big deal. I admire the technique and dedication that drives this band. It comes through in their passionate (and sweaty) performances.

Check the guitar soli at the end of "Red, White, and Bruised." What fun!

And that is what Friday, May 29 was. Fun. Being transported to a world where hard work and smart musical minds can not only be appreciated but celebrated was a magical and inspiring experience. I give this the Fravel stamp of approval with much pride.