Dance in the Park After Dark With Little Jack Melody and His Young Turks July 18, 2008

FREE All-Ages show, fun for the whole family! In Down Town Eureka Springs.

New York Magazine
"...Melody’s painfully acute observations on modern life--like a Kurt Weill for the Tarantino age."

David Fricke, Rolling Stone
"...supper-club class and fine surrealist humor. One song retells the Creation story with Frank Sinatra as God; another celebrates the liberation of Switzerland. Deeply weird, utterly fab..."

Kurt Loder, Esquire
"...the music is angular and sardonic in a Kurt Weill mode...but Melody’s lyrical conceptions are original. He dreams of marching on Switzerland and curing the natives of their smug complacency ("Happy nations have no history/Let’s go give ‘em some"). He sings of his weariness with modern reality ("I can’t remember the reason I woke up this morning/Maybe awake is what’s left at the end of a dream"). In "The Dance Lesson," he trains a knowing eye on the eternal spectacle of a young man and woman falling head over heels in love, for reasons they’re unlikely to fully comprehend: ‘Blame it on the moon/Blame it on the mystery/Blame it on the mom and dad who wrote your sordid history.’

"Melody is hardly a run-of-the-mill romantic ("What the called love, let’s call lingerie," he croons), but he does place faith in the transcendent powers of art and imagination, wondering, at one point, "If dreamers felt at home/Would there be a sky to roam/Would there be a tale to tell?" ...this debut effort has literary depth and a warm, inventive sound that should keep all ears cocked for a follow-up."