In recent months, I've written about and interviewed the saxophonist Patrick Breiner and the trumpeter Kenny Warren, both of whom have recently released some great records under their own names. Yet in both of those conversations (and various others that I've had with those guys), their eyes really lit up whenever the subject of their band--dubbed ZhirtZ n ZkinZ--came up. This is a band comprised of them, bassist Will McEvoy and drummer Flin van Hemmen and is a special group, indeed. This band is really close personally, and that's reflected in the democratic nature of the music and practice of this group--all of the members write tunes, and if the band is in the mood to play them, they do, and if not, they play wholly improvised sets. Yet in the little that I had seen of the band (that is, solely on YouTube and before listening to their recently released, self-titled debut) I was really struck by the fluidity that they had: one member would flirt with a section of a melody and that would be occasion for the rest to join in with him, as all of these melodies are memorized.
As I mentioned, they recorded a record, almost precisely two years ago in a house in Maine and the product is ZhirtZ n ZkinZ, being released on Breiner's Sulde label. Not only can you hear the bands amazing rapport documented throughout, but also unexpected yet charming bird calls and dog barking which were captured by the microphones and seem to blend perfectly.
This Saturday (June 14th) ZhirtZ n ZkinZ will be playing a record release show at Barbes in Park Slope. You shouldn't miss it! You can pre-order a copy of the record here.
I caught up with the guys from Z n Z and asked them some biting questions that really get behind this record.
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Skins. Always. Clothes are so post-Eden. There are few things I enjoy more than performing regular daily activities in the buff: making breakfast, drinking a beer on the couch, washing dishes, vacuuming the rug, practicing my saxophone, you name it.
I rarely drink coffee. I used to drink a lot of tea. But my Aussie buddy, Jon Crompton, recently got me hooked on flat whites. Now I'm kind of screwed because a flat white is an Aussie beverage, so only the snootiest NYC cafes actually know how to make one. Also, since I hardly ever drink coffee and thus know very little about it, when a barista asks me, "what's a flat white?" I have absolutely no idea what to tell them.
Are we talking about music here? Or...? Physical. PHYSICAL. Although there's a lot to be said for the immediacy and portability of the digital mediums. Ahem.
Ale. Year 'round. My favorites, though, are all pretty conservative (in terms of hop content) American Pale Ales. I prefer the balance of these over the west coast super mega ultra double-triple-hopped everything. This is something I seriously miss about living in Wisconsin. Ale Asylum's Hopalicious, Lake Louie's Arena Premium, New Glarus's Moon Man No Coast Pale Ale. Brilliant, beautiful brews.
Based on a quick Google Image search, my girlfriend chose 1985. "Windbreaker and mustache. It's a Patrick Breiner Special. What? Am I crazy?"
(photo by Peter Gannushkin)
At the moment shirts. Wait...now skins.
Coffee. Small, strong, black, ethically grown, organic, fresh, funny, graceful, intelligent, with a generous spirit and if it's not asking too much, a job.
Portland Blazers, St. Louis Cardigans.
Ales all the way. Pale Ales. Hops enough to make the seafaring voyage around the cape to India or the refrigerated-truckfaring voyage from Colorado to my Brooklyn bodega.
I love everything Miles Davis, but this one is kind of obvious.
(photo by Patrick Breiner)
Not going to go there. I like the entire spectrum. I will not drink Redbull et al. Mate- if I have to pick one beverage from the spectrum of caffeinated infusions.
Physical. Give me vinyl, wood, gut, dirt, spit, sweat, oil, taste, colors, smells and tedious work over digital debased boredom and ineffectual categorization.
Neither or. What the hell kind of question is this?
A SnakeBite. A mysterious mixture of ale, stout, and black currant liquor. I drank more of them in college than I care to remember.
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Great band, wait, I think there called Zhirts n Zkins though, great band.
Tea, Irish tea, packs a punch but more importantly, makes you feel loved, like someone is keeping an eye out for you.
physical, I'm old fashioned, I suck at digital downloads, I try sometimes, but it doesn't get easier, as hoped it would. Sorry everyone for not digitally downloading your beautiful music.
I don't know what those are, I'm European, we just walk around in the nude. At night we wear a top hat, sometimes.
Such a seasonal matter. Cheers.
Early 80's rather that mid, 58 there is no question.
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