Even Willhite is uncertain how or when his personality first began to split. He grew up in Aurora and started playing drums in middle school. He pounded the skins for the Simpeltones, another Denver act with unabashed commercial leanings, before becoming part of Turnsol in late 1993. The act's original sound was more on the grunge tip, which was only natural given the pedigree of lead singer Fred Gilmore, who attended school in Olympia, Washington, with a couple of the lads from Nirvana. But over the years, the various influences of the players (currently Willhite, Gilmore, guitarist Jerry Fox, drummer Buddy Gould and Hanging Tree veteran Will Inglis on bass) resulted in a more eclectic blend. "It's sort of a mixture of hard-edged rock with country and funk," Willhite notes, adding, "The country comes from me."
Like many C&W aficionados, Willhite started out by rejecting the genre. His father played plenty of Merle Haggard and Waylon Jennings on the family stereo, but as he entered his formative years, Scott found himself gravitating more toward rock and roll and art rock such as that made by Rush and Genesis. Then, upon entering Colorado State University, Willhite received an education in punk rock courtesy of his roommate, Garrett Brittenham of the aforementioned Boss 302. "That was during the period that I really hated country," Willhite points out. "But then I went to see this local band called Acid Ranch, and I was completely fascinated by the weird mixture of country and punk that they did." Before long, Willhite was haunting the bargain bins at music stores, picking up ancient country discs for a quarter apiece. The ditties on them inspired his musical conversion, and the homemade tapes of Boulder musician Jamie Smith and Scott's brother Marc Willhite (currently playing bass with the Minders) spurred him to capture some of his more twisted compositions for posterity. When producer Bill Thomas got his hands on these rough-hewn dispatches from the edge, his first instinct was to clean up the sound, but Willhite dissuaded him. "I liked all that noise," he concedes. "I wanted it to be clear that the whole thing was done in my living room."
At this point, Willhite is uncertain about the future of his side project. This summer he expects to concentrate on Turnsol, which has a busy schedule of festival performances and recording sessions that should result in a new CD by the first portion of next year. But when time allows, he'll let Willy out of the barn. He's also looking forward to collaborating with his brother, whose own four-track experiments (credited to the Hand-Me-Downs) are sampled on Something Cool, a compilation available through Darla Records, P.O. Box 23333, Seattle, WA 98102. Will these efforts be more "normal" than Willy? "I'd say definitely no," Willhite allows. "What I'm doing is something different, and if people like it, that's great. But that's not my goal. I play music for my own enjoyment, and that's what I intend to keep doing."
Item one: The May 12 appearance of the Humpers at the 15th Street Tavern was not a profitable one for the band, a collection of punks from Long Beach, California, who are signed to Epitaph Records. According to the Tavern's Scott Campbell, "After their set, their drunk singer, Scott "Deluxe" Drake, got in a fight with their drummer, Jimi Silveroli, and threw him through a window--the one directly behind the drum riser." Because the window had been broken before, the folks at the Tavern knew how much it cost to replace--$301. Since the band's guarantee was $300, that meant that the only thing the Humpers got out of visiting Denver was a nice, warm feeling. Still, the musicians didn't make a fuss over their bad luck. "They told me this was par for the course for their shows," Campbell says. (In other Epitaph news, the company has just licensed the collected works of the LaDonnas, now down to a three-piece with the departure of bassist Brad Stanton, for the continent of Europe. From here on out, any LaDonnas discs distributed in the Old Country will bear the Epitaph logo.)
Item two: The recent damage done to David Hesker, drummer for Skull Flux, was of a more personal (and painful) sort. Late on April 21, Hesker was riding his bike home from a Capitol Hill bar in a state of something other than sobriety (in his words, he was "totally loaded") when he landed on some uneven pavement and ruptured his spleen. Although the organ was removed in emergency surgery, Hesker is recovering nicely; the band's Greg Stretton reveals that "he already wants to do some light rehearsals as long as there are no Avalanche games on." The band will make its first live appearance since Hesker's injury at 3:30 p.m. on June 7, on the alternative stage at this year's People's Fair.
Item three: The Hate Fuck Trio, which ventures to the Bluebird Theater on Friday, May 23, in the company of Slim Cessna's Auto Club, Acrobat Down and Blast-Off Heads, is in the midst of completing a new EP for its Washington-based imprint, Shaky Records. The disc, which should be available for purchase by late summer, is tentatively titled Fully Orchestrated, and while it's difficult to know exactly what that means, I can tell you that the Trio's Jon DeStefano recently called me in order to get jazz trumpeter Ron Miles's phone number. Can a punk-rock epiphany be far behind?
Item four: Denver's own DJ-OK is looking for a partner with whom he can team up for a new music project. "Knowing how to play an instrument is not necessarily important," he elaborates. "We've got computers now." Interested musicians or adventurous folks with word-processing skills can reach DJ-OK at 693-9164.
Sounding off. On Thursday, May 22, My Blind Alley gets Soaked at Herman's Hideaway; Natty Nation, from the reggae stronghold of Madison, Wisconsin, begins a three-night run at Jimmy's Grille (the combo also goes to the Little Bear on Monday, May 26); and Hook 'Em Kow gets bossy at Armida's. On Friday, May 23, the Buzz, from Chicago, can be caught at Ziggie's; Wendy Woo travels to Acoustic Coffee in Nederland; the Novembers promise not to break anything at the 15th Street Tavern; and the teen rockers in Kindred take on New Country Boy and Ivy Pub at Area 39. On Saturday, May 24, Westword profile subject Moonshine Willy ("Over the Moon," October 24, 1996) headlines at the 15th Street Tavern, and Cabaret Diosa kicks up its collective heels at the Fox Theatre. On Sunday, May 25, Art Lande and Mark Miller duet at the Houston Fine Arts Center, and Vanaline prowls at the Lion's Lair. And on Tuesday, May 27, Offering74 counts at the Cricket on the Hill; Greazy Chicken is plucked at the Lion's Lair; the Keepers host their regular blues jam at the Little Bear; and Souls plays in support of Bush at Fiddler's Green. It's a dirty job, but someone's got to do it.