By RICHARD GINTOWT
Look out Robert Pollard - Justin Ripley is hot on your tail.
The moppy-haired Lawrence expatriate is releasing a 28-song solo album called Vowels, and it's got at least as many keepers as Standard Gargoyle Decisions (or any other substandard Pollard opus of late). Recorded mostly at his pad in Seattle (where Ripley's been hanging out since jettisoning Lawrence a year ago), Vowels is a mixed bag of singer-songwritery folk, lo-fi indie pop and quirky instrumentals. It's a b
BY IAN HRABE
Right before Abe Vigoda played I was asked to submit a question to the band on behalf of The Pitch. Everyone was getting asked, so I submitted the one I always wanted to know: Why the fuck would you name your band Abe Vigoda?
Not to say that Abe Vigoda the man isn't awesome (if only by his prowess for staying alive despite looking like he's had one foot in the grave since Good Burger), but it's a pretty shitty band name. I wondered if the band would address these questions
Okay, well, you should only be afraid if you hate good music and/or harmonies. Last night in St. Louis, the ACBs, Justin Ripley (and his merry crew of musicians) and the Blind Eyes made my power-pop-loving ears quite happy. The same trio will be burning up I-70 with a show at Mojo's in Columbia tonight and one in Lawrence at the Jackpot tomorrow night.Kansas Citians know the first two acts well, of course. And at the show, the ACBs' harmonies were reliably spot-on, and Ripley's garage-pop j
