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Woodeye, Sonic Death
With a heavy heart, HearSay reports the demise of one of Fort Worth’s longest-running and most beloved North Texas bands of all time. Woodeye is no more. The band, said bass player Graham Richardson, had simply peaked. The break-up has been “in the works for a while,” he said. “It’s run its course. We’re proud of what we’ve done. Yeah, we could’ve done more to help ourselves out, but we’re not upset.” All of the members, he said, are either ready to move on to new things or already have. Guitarist Scott Davis and drummer Kenny Smith are playing with Kevin Aldridge’s new outfit, Chatterton, and backing C&W upstart Jason Eady, while Woodeye frontman Carey Wolff is concentrating on his solo, singer-songwriter work and Richardson is on the hunt for “something a little less serious.” In celebration of the band’s 10-year run, the guys in Woodeye are getting together for one last gig, at the Wreck Room (3208 W 7th St, FW; 817-348-8303) on Fri, Nov 18, with Eaton Lake Tonics. Scheduling only one opening act will allow Woodeye to play a long set but still have time to “end way before 2 a.m.,” Richardson said, “and hang out with folks.” The Wreck setting is appropriate: Woodeye was one of the first bands to play the club when it opened eight years ago. The band’s mood, Richardson said, is not angry but melancholy. “It is what it is,” he said. “None of us have the drive anymore to keep doing something we’re not working hard at. ... We’re positive about new things, and we’re positive about ending this, too.” To all of the Woodeye guys, HearSay says thanks for everything and best of luck. ... No matter what anybody else says, HearSay’s always ahead of the curve. Just in time for the Black Dog Tavern’s move from downtown to West Seventh Street near the Cultural District, I’m here to report that the club’s new every-other-Thursday night house band kicks ass. Nothing against Confusatron, the funked-out fusion-ish jam outfit that shares the spot and seems to get progressively better with every gig, but Sonic Death Monkee could use the good pub. They’re just two young brothers — one on drums, and the other on keyb’s — who make a helluva racket. The songs are short, melodic, spacey, heavy-duty, loud, prog-rock-ish instrumental workouts. Though the band’s set wouldn’t suffer from longer breakdowns and more dramatic shifts in tempo and key, what the duo’s doing now rocks righteously enough to warrant a recommendation. ... As HearSay’s said before, part of my job entails letting y’all know when Fort Worth’s mentioned in the major media — good or bad. The most recent reference happened last month during CMT’s documentary on The Highwaymen. In one scene, Kris Kristofferson is exasperated with Waylon Jennings for dismissing France as “overrated.” France, Kristofferson argues, has some of the world’s best writers, most beautiful women, and several hundred different kinds of cheese. Jennings responds: “So does Fort Worth.” Not Dallas. Not Austin. Fort Worth. Pretty cool, eh? So, natives, remember dear old Waylon’s words next time one of your out-of-town buddies starts bragging on how his city overflows with coagulated dairy products. Tell him he ain’t never been to Cowtown!
Contact HearSay at hearsay@fwweekly.com.
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