The three professional sidemen who stepped out of the shadows to form WOLF!, are back on the line with their new album, 1 (800) WOLF!. When destiny called guitarist Scott Metzger, bassist Jon Shaw and drummer Taylor Floreth to act as a backing band for an artist, they had no way of knowing they would end up forming a new band to fill the void by their prospective employer’s last minute no-show. With no plan, the trio was forced to discover themselves as a band in the heat of the moment. Between the crowd reaction to their efforts and the friendship already shared, the trio decided that maybe they were onto something.Listen to the new album below, and continue reading for the full review!The success of WOLF!’s first album, a self titled 2015 release, helped build the band a dedicated following and their follow up is certain to bring new fans into their pack. “Pork ‘n Slaw” kicks things off with a fitting encapsulation of the fun to come, showcasing jazz and rockabilly elements that will crop up in a variety of ways over the thirteen tracks total. The clean guitar tone on the tune gives a clear look at the work Metzger is doing, and it is a delight to see such skilled fret work on display so naturally.“Tomahawk Chop” runs the opposite direction, as Metzger’s guitar lines are so drenched in reverb you’ll expect your speakers to drip musical sludge. Echo effects give “You Are No Longer My Friend, My Friend” a sound that seems perfectly suited to ring out over a long and lonesome desert on some star filled night. Covering clean jazz, 50’s era garage rock and western music is a serous musical challenge that the rhythm section of Shaw and Floreth show themselves more than capable of handling.On tunes like the surf rock reminiscent “Furry Freedom” and “Whiskey Mister,” Floreth effortlessly cracks the whip and shows a deft precision that surpasses genre requirements. Such crisp percussion allows bassist Shaw to let loose his tone and the wide open mixes provide space for prominent near leads and heavy resonance. “Bohemian Grove” sees Shaw step into a shared lead with Metzger that he nails perfectly, snaking back and forth, evoking tinges of jazz and the sounds of the islands.Often trios find themselves limited in the amount of variety they can produce. Other acts have used sequencers and digital triggers, but not WOLF!. Showing a level of talent and execution that surely hearkens back to their studio work Wolf! manages to vary style and tempo in such a deft manor that each song is complete and unto itself. Another sign of the maturity and musical IQ is the brevity of the pieces themselves. A majority of the compositions presented here are less than two and a half minutes long, and to a one they leave listeners satisfied and ready for more.The brevity of the majority of songs on this disc makes the few longer tunes stand out. Album closer “All Dressed Up (Nowhere To Go)” constructs a rock solid blues foundation, with a riff built upon it as wide as the skies themselves. 1 (800) WOLF! is an impressive album from a trio of deeply talented and versatile musicians clearly enjoying the freedom they have to follow whatever musical whim strikes their fancy. Daring, varied and flawlessly executed, WOLF! raises the stakes with their latest release, and easily shatters expectations and sets the stage for what should be a long and wonderful road ahead.Be sure to catch Metzger at Brooklyn Comes Alive on October 22nd, across three venues in the heart of Williamsburg in Brooklyn. Metzger will be performing with Joe Russo, Robert Walter and Andy Hess, comprising one of the many wonderful super jam sessions at this unique event. With over 50 musicians on the lineup from bands like The String Cheese Incident, Dead & Company, The Disco Biscuits, Snarky Puppy and more, don’t miss your chance to see your favorite artists let loose! More information can be found here.
Six months ago, we got a dog. My 11 year old had been begging for one. We made him do research about dogs, attend an animal camp at the local Humane Society, and promise to take care of the dog.I’m a cat person, so I was kind of “against” the dog. But the 11 year old did everything we asked, and has really stepped up to care for her. And Ali adores him.After six months, I’ve come to learn some life lessons from Ali…lessons we can use in our credit unions.She’s always happy to see you.It doesn’t matter if we’ve been gone for five minutes or five hours, she is excited to see us.Are your front line staff happy to see your members? Do they greet them like a friend? Be genuinely glad to talk with your members and listen to them. A little cheerfulness can go a long way.There’s always something new.Ali takes walks daily and we usually take the same routes. It’s nothing she hasn’t seen or smelled before. Yet, she is always anxious to get outside to see if there is anything new.Get into your community and see if there is anything new. Partner with a new organization. Try something different with a “same old” project, even if it’s just changing a color! Sometimes simple changes can have the biggest impact.Be a step ahead. Our dog has become my running partner. And by running, I mean she pulls me (all 18 pounds of her). She has limitless energy and is always a step ahead, no matter how tired she is.Is your competition one step ahead of you? They can offer a healthy challenge for you, and drive you to keep you on your toes. Do you keep track of what they are doing? Or maybe you’re the one ahead of the game?Take a break.If there’s a patch of sunlight, she’s in it. And she’s not moving. It’s her way of relaxing and recharging.Disconnect. It’s hard in this 24/7 “always on” society, but it’s important to rest, relax and enjoy the sunshine. Even if it’s for only 10 minutes. 17SHARESShareShareSharePrintMailGooglePinterestDiggRedditStumbleuponDeliciousBufferTumblr,Susan Dyer Susan is the Communications Director for the Heartland Credit Union Association, the trade association for credit unions in Kansas and Missouri. She has been a part of the marketing and … Web: HeartlandCUA.org Details
With five games to go in his 67th season, Vin Scully said, “Wow.” With four games to go, he said, “Whoa.”He has seen Bobby Thomson’s home run and Don Drysdale’s shutout streak and then Orel Hershiser’s. His amazement threshold is high.Yet Scully has kept both feet in the broadcast booth until it all ends in San Francisco next Sunday, and his eyes look straight ahead and down at the only thing that matters.He is going out like David Ortiz, deep inside the game, and unchallenged. Yasiel Puig’s throw made Scully gasp Wednesday. Chase Utley’s behind-the-back throw from the prone position was the thrill on Thursday. After each game this season, Scully has walked out with guards and between barricades as fans gather and beseech him for one more year, which is both unreasonable and natural.As a performer Scully can handle the lovefest without squirming, but he’d prefer to hang around the dining room and trade stories with scouts, without the Secret Service. He finds peace on Sunday mornings, when he sits in the front row at chapel service, in the interview room near the clubhouse.“They’ll miss me for a year,” he said, back in July. “They missed Harry Caray for a year, Jack Brickhouse, Jack Buck. Then they move on.”Probably not. But the intensity of the farewell is exactly right. He is the one shared experience in a city that speaks 224 languages, the only issue on which we all agree. Newsroom GuidelinesNews TipsContact UsReport an Error He saw Juan Marichal bludgeon Johnny Roseboro and he saw four Dodgers hit consecutive ninth-inning home runs, and he saw Rick Monday win a pennant with his bat and save an American flag. He still has room for a “wow.”What makes Vin Vin?The sad irony is that baseball clubs have learned nothing from Scully. They honor him and yet they keep hiring his antitheses.He is rigidly non-partisan and, most nights, discusses opposing players more than Dodgers. Scully finds anecdotes that you’ve never heard before, even in the information age. When someone mentioned that he must have great researchers, Scully shook his head. He does it all himself, right to the finish line.Nor is Scully interested in umpiring. He doesn’t like the superimposed strike zones that networks use. “The umpire has a hard enough job as it is,” he said.Nor has Scully allowed decimal points to impede his enjoyment, and therefore ours. He will say a player is hitting “just over 300,” or that a pitcher’s ERA is “2.7.” Joe Davis, whom the Dodgers hired last year to do road games in Scully’s stead, recently declared that Fangraphs had decided Utley “is the 13th best baserunner in the game since 1950.” What does that really mean? In Scully’s booth, it would take up too much baseball to explain.And it is Scully’s booth. The solo method allows him to tell stories that he can finish next inning, if necessary. He leads us down his own roads. As a fellow broadcaster recently said, “The (production) truck follows Vin. Everywhere else, the play-by-play man follows the truck.”Peer reviewMarty Brennaman has done Cincinnati Reds’ games since 1974. Scully once asked him if he ever took time off.“I take off when the team has a day off,” Brennaman said.“Surely you’re not laboring under the illusion that they can’t play unless you’re there,” Scully replied. “It was the best advice I ever got,” Brennaman said in June, when the Reds came to Dodger Stadium. He was planning to stay home during that trip. Then he realized that he wouldn’t see Scully during the final season. He changed plans.“He’s the best storyteller that ever lived,” Brennaman said. “He might see something that reminds him something that happened in Ebbets Field in 1953. And he does it in a conversational way that makes it seem like he’s sitting across the table.“You have to have a voice that wears well. He doesn’t sound any different than 40 years ago. But beyond all that, he’s humble as hell, the most approachable, nicest man you ever met.”Scully’s voice is a natural resource that can’t really be explained. Voices get fainter and scratchier when they age. His baritone is somehow richer.Adele Cabot, a renowned L.A. voice coach, said it could just be spiritual, that Scully’s zest for baseball brings out the technique and the proper breathing. She may be onto something. On the day Don Drysdale died in 1993, Scully was subdued and mournful, not himself at all, as he talked from Montreal. “I don’t know how he does it,” said Eric Nadel, the Texas Rangers’ play-by-play man. “I do six innings. He does nine. I drink water for my voice. Pat Hughes (Cubs) drinks tea during the game. Some of us gargle. He started doing this the year I was born.“For years I’d listen to him in preseason. I might be hiking, might be in a hot tub, but I’d always have a pen next to me. The way he describes shadows on the field, body language of a pitcher, nobody comes close to that.”Most announcers get fired, of course. Some get promoted. Few get to decide how it ends.“He hasn’t had to make those concessions,” Nadel said. “You listen and you’re instantly in the presence of somebody who’s happy to be where he is.“The smile in his voice stands out.”UnpluggedScully is the most publicly private man you’ll meet. There are no authorized biographies of Scully, and he has spent all these 67 years — 70, if you add the accumulated time he’s spent waiting for the Dodger Stadium elevator — with a tight wrap on his non-baseball opinions.Lately he has unplugged himself a bit.One night he devoted a couple of innings to contradictory facts. “Do you know how long the Hundred Years’ War lasted? One hundred sixteen years,” he said. “Okay, just one more……”He abjectly refused to try the name of Cubs reliever Rob Zastryzny, which brought back the hilarity of the day he talked of the broadcaster’s nightmare: “A rundown involving Chin-feng Chen and Chin-hui Tsao.”You can tell his annoyance with the modern game when he says, “We’ve had 11 relief pitchers in this little gem.”You can hear the lament over a player’s obstinance when he says of Arizona’s struggling Shelby Miller, “I wonder how many kids have had their careers ruined by that Frank Sinatra song, ‘I did it my way.’’’Several years ago, off the air, he noted the swollen salaries, and the sensory assault by stadium loudspeakers, and he made a prediction.“Before I retire I’m going to see two things,” he said. “One will be a player who is making so much money that he hires someone to play the game for him.“The other will happen before a game. A human sacrifice.”Instead he walks out of our lives and into his own, having given us a year’s warning to gather all the DVRs and tape recordings, all equipped with a smile in his voice.