This will be a subpar first post from me here on Slacker Country.
Its impulsive yes but it makes me happy for so many reasons. Not the least of which it captures Ronnie Fauss in our tour host home negotiating a dollhouse for his wonderful kids. He had already collected a mini van in Colorado Springs from his in laws. Maybe not the peek behind the curtain view you would expect from a guy on tour supporting his new album. But he invited his jackass friends to join on his mini tour of Colorado and Wyoming so he gets what he asks for.
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.
Who do I have to snuggle to get to watch the AMAs on TV next year? What is this
Access TV bizness anyway? I listened on Outlaw Country, though, and I gotta say….
FABULOUS! As far as awards shows go, the AMAs have got it goin’ on.
Bonnie Raitt looked classy and beautiful. Guy Clark looked a little older and a little
sadder, but he and Verlon thrilled and silenced the crowd with “My Favorite Picture of
You”, written by Guy for his wife and true love, Susanna, who died early this summer.
Seek it out. It just doesn’t get any truer. Continue reading →
Ever just wanna kick back on the porch and listen to something new – then you realize that the perfect voice, perfect song sends you sailing far, far away?
The voice is so soothing, sweet, clear, touching. Another UK import with sweet, sweet guitar, played so lovingly, lyrics so hopeful and stirring. Smart. Dara had me from the first song – “Guilt”. Just matched my mood. Don’t ask me why.
My interest has been peaked. I’ll be doing further research.
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.
There are just a whole helluva lot of things that don’t happen around here a whole helluva lot of the time, but sometimes….the strangest combinations of people get together and form a band – the right way.
I’m fascinated, intrigued and ever-so entertained by a new young band that just sprung up outta nowhere – well- at the hardware store, really, I guess. It started with a washtub, a broomstick and some weed-whacker line, the way I heard it, but check the bios on their site for the real story.
See, thing is, they write their own songs! Yeah, words, music, all that! You will be amazed at the weird mix of killer keys, banjo, guitars and that crazy washtub bass. It’ll make you scratch your head. Well worth the listen – funny, smart, serious, danceable,,,,,,
It’s not a well-kept secret that Jason Isbell songs just send me tingling all over, right? So, my old cabana boy called me the other night and said “Have you heard the new Jason Isbell record?”
“No, where’d you hear it?”
“Oh, they’re playing a few tracks on Outlaw Country on Sirius. There’s one song with a line that goes something like ‘I’m taking it home to go it alone again.'” Then he said a lot of other shit while I scrambled to look up the phone number of the only available place to shop in this little town, the sub-par conglomerate that I won’t even name. They had two copies, so I snagged them both. One for him (to rub it in, see?) and one for me to keep in the wrapper and fondle, while I “tested” the gift copy. Cover art by Browan Lollar. Birds, this time. Beautiful, as always. Continue reading →
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.