Anyway. instead of telling you again how it’s one of the best Rock Shows you can see and telling you how cool it was to see it at the Boulder Theater (even though the sound mix wasn’t perfect), here are some blurry photos. Try to imagine yourself being there. And breathe deep. It’s Boulder.
Patterson Hood & his cough medicine
Please excuse me for not getting better pictures of Patterson but I love this one of him holding up his cough medicine.
Special October treat! Ronnie Fauss’s debut full length CD, I Am The Man You Know I’m Not, was released on NormalTown Records, an imprint of New West Records. For now, at least, it’s streaming here.
Fauss continues with his trademark raspy voice and he’ll get you coming and going – with his music AND his lyrics. He’s versatile – pretty clean cut (for Americana, anyway) but he can hang tough with the Laramie crowd. He can write love songs and he can write break up songs. They all speak to you. “With Love” will make you cry – about a boy/man losing his father at a young age, wanting to show his Dad how he made it through that loss and came out on the other side.
If you’ve been paying attention, you’d already know that there is no such thing as a bad Gourds show. Given that, I wasn’t going to bore you all with yet another Gourds rave review but I saw them Saturday night (7/16.11) at The Shed and the whole experience was too much fun not to share.
The Shed is an outdoor venue connected to the Smokey Mountain Harley Davidson dealership there in Maryville (correctly pronounced “MURR-ville”), Tennessee. It’s under a big tin roof and you bring your own chairs. I thought it was gonna be godawful hot but, miraculously, the temps had cooled off and we even had a breeze so, you know, perfect night to be outside, drinking beers (Shiner Bock!), eating barbecue, and dancing to the Gourds. Didn’t get a great picture of the venue (Shiner Bocks) but there are some here that are better than any I could have taken with my phone. Along with some fine video. Continue reading →
Um, okay, so I found this email from Rose’s Pawn Shop way down deep in my inbox. Don’t know how I missed it. Glad I found it though ’cause these guys are really good! It’s that Appalachian/Bluegrass/Americana/Rock thing we like so well at SlackerCountry.com. Yeah, think Avett Brothers, Old Crow Medicine Show, like that.
I sampled most of the tunes on their second disc, Dancing On The Gallows, and I can see I have some catching up to do. I have to admit that I haven’t really sat down and heard all the tracks yet because I’m just streaming this – like I recommend YOU do but it’s grabbing me. More every time I hear it.
Love “Pine Box”, for example. See what you think.
But then I listened again and was really liking this one.
They sign their correspondence “Your friend in whiskey.” You gotta like that.
And they are altruistic, claiming their debut album, Booze Fighter “is saving country music one shot of whiskey at a time.”
So, naturally, I was intrigued.
The first song “Honky Tonk Nights” got my attention. It starts with a mellow guitar chord, the sound of beer can popping open, and then busts into some Celtic punk-sounding hillbilly bluegrass with redneck/punk vocals and a manic fiddle. That’s the best I can describe it. Fun.
Why the heck would Ronnie Fauss call his new album “Mulligan”? In golf, a mulligan means a do-over. It means you screwed up so bad people feel sorry for you. I don’t feel sorry for him and this ain’t no do-over.
Fauss’s first EP, New Songs for The Old Frontier, was damn good (see my review). But his new stuff is nothing like his old stuff was. It’s better. Rocks more. Rougher voice. I like that. Got a fiddle on some of it. I like that too.
I can’t get the first song,To Ease My Mind, out of my head. Very catchy tune. And It’s a Long Long Way is a funny talking blues song (think Todd Snider’s Talking Seattle Grunge Rock Blues) explaining the direction, or lack thereof, of a guy growing up in the post-Nixon era. I’m pretty sure that anyone who rhymes “riches” with “bitches” is headed in the right direction.
Wish had me fooled. I thought it was a sweet little love song but then I really listened to the lyrics. It’s more like a hate song. There’s a lot of bitterness packed in that one, with amusing lyrics to boot. And the mandolin and harmonica just make it that much better.