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2005 September | Americana Roots

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Marley's Ghost - Ghost Town Ever ask yourself what has happened to real music as you search your radio dial….looking for anything that sounds appealing? The music is still out there, you just need to look in the right places. Some...

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Jeremy Porter - Party of One After listening to “Party of One,” Jeremy Porter’s debut solo CD, it’s easy to see what makes Americana music a deeper listen than pure Pop. Both genres share the synthesis of multiple source genres,...

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Drunk On Crutches - People.Places.Things. Have you ever decided to listen to new CD, not knowing what to expect? Sure you have. And when the first song starts, you are not only surprised, but ready to hear what’s next? Well, that’s what happened...

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The Council of Smokers and Drinkers- Grizzled Nashville, Austin, Memphis......Anchorage??  Last year we wrote about Alaska band The Whipsaws on our site.  I'm happy to report that we have another tasty musical export from the Cold North.  Ladies...

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Tinariwen- Old Town School of Folk Music This post is actually more about the venue than the show.  I have a list of some of the live music venues I'd like to get to in various cities and was able to knock one off the list this past weekend...

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Hugs And Misses:  Heygoods, Ralston Bowles , Steve Mayone

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  Hugs and Misses by Stephen Hug “Fleetwood Skynyrd” by the Heygoods (Hi-N-Dry)—Former Boston rockers Katie and David Champagne, along with their bass guy Kimon Kirk, have created what should be a contender for Americana record of the year, along with the likes of Sarah Borges and Chip Taylor and Carrie Rodriguez.  The songs on “Fleetwood Skynyrd” have a loose “I don’t give a damn” folk/country attitude brimming with good-natured, sexy, even infectious cynicism. (Is that possible?) All tunes were written by David Champagne, and feature words like: “Dazzling green eyes, I wish you kept your glasses on”; and “See how long her virtue keeps you warm.” If Chip Taylor and Carrie Rodriguez’s “Red Dog Tracks” is the warm, romantic CD of the year from a duo, this one has to be the warm, cold, snotty, romantic CD of the year from a duo.  4 bottlecaps, our highest ranking.  My goodness, Katie and David, we’ve got to bring you to the Narrows Center for the Arts in Fall River! “Carwreck Conversations” by Ralston Bowles (Soft Butter Records)—Move over Garrison Keillor! A new Midwestern bard is in town!  Killer lyrics, killer tunes.  Biting guitar work too!  A lot of these songs would be great for Eric Clapton—they have the world-weary feeling of “Wonderful Tonight” except Bowles’ songs have more energy and aren’t as sappy.  4 bottle caps, top of the ratings!  Tasty, classy, a must listen for those who love singer/songwriters who rock!  Congrats Ralston!  More, more, more!!! “Bedroom Rockstar” by Steve Mayone (Umver Records)—This is the CD Paul McCartney should have released instead of “Chaos and Creation in the Back Yard,” which wasn’t a bad record.  Mayone’s a longtime guitar sideguy—and former receptionist for the Artist Now Once Again Known as Prince—who’s finally doing his own thing—sort of.  His Beatle influence (Maybe Prince as well?) is noticeable bigtime to these old and furry ears, where nearly song by song he switches among the Fab Four (Except for Ringo; nobody does Ringo.) for influences. Maybe that’s an overstatement.  For example, in the track “Going Down” he sounds like Mike Nesmith doing a “serious” Monkee track in 1967.  But, oops, Nesmith was likely imitating the Beatles’ “Rubber Soul.”  Despite Mr. Mayone’s inability to control his “inner Beatle” (Jeff Lynn’s made a career out of it), this is a fine CD.  (Note: Several of the tracks don’t show Beatle influence, such as “Deeper in the Well,” and “Bedroom Rockstar.”)  If this were Paul McCartney’s latest record I’d be giving 4 bottle caps, our highest prize.  But Mayone is a better writer than Paulie these days (Paul’s still a master craftsman), though he’s struggling for his own voice, which is an issue. Nonetheless “Bedroom Rockstar” is entertaining, with catchy songs and playing.  I give Mr. Mayone 3 ½ bottlecaps.  Next time, I expect a solid 4 from him!  P.S. to Steve Mayone: I Don’t Believe in Beatles.  The Dream is Over.

Kevin Welch – It’s About The Music

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Kevin Welch occupies a spot near the top of my favorites. Any young and aspiring artist that hasn’t heard his stuff has missed an integral part of his education. Here’s Kevin’s bio  from his web site. As you’ll see, he writes well enough on his own: Born in Long Beach, California, August 17th, 1955 Traveled his little ass off till he was 7, family settled in Oklahoma. Made it through high school, Midwest City High, and one semester of music school at Central State, Edmond, Oklahoma, joined a bluegrass band, dropped out of school, hit the road. Met John Hadley, real songwriter for Tree International, who also taught art at the University of Oklahoma (OU) in Norman. Hadley was immediately critical of his guitar playing, which made him try harder just to get even. Traveled a honkytonk circuit for 5 years in a van and a truck named Phyllis in a band called New Rodeo and then a band called Blue Rose Cafe. Started thinking there might be another way to live. Met Jennifer Patten, got married, moved to Nashville like Hadley said they should, started writing for Tree International. This is 1978. Wrote for 10 years, got some cuts, started earning a living. Had 3 kids, Dustin, Savannah, and Ada. Jennifer and Kevin split up but still stayed good friends. The 3 kids got to ‘still have a Mom-and-a-Dad’. Steve Earle made Guitar Town, and then Steve, Don Schlitz, Mark Germino and some other madmen suggested Kevin get a record deal. Paul Worley went over to Warner Bros. and got Kevin signed. Made 2 records, ‘Kevin Welch’ in 1990 and ‘Western Beat’ in 1992. Warner let Kevin do whatever he wanted. Then they let him out of the deal to be nice, and because they had already spent a fortune on him they were never ever ever gonna earn back. Kieran Kane, Harry Stinson, Mike Henderson, Tammy Rogers, and Kevin drank so much vodka one night that they started their own label, Dead Reckoning Records. This was around 1994 or 95. They released 21 records over the next 7 years, toured individually and also together as a collective called A Night Of Reckoning (with Fats Kaplin and Allison Prestwood) through the U.S., U.K., Ireland, Europe, and Canada. They were really really good together, but then they all got tired and went home. Except for Kevin. One evening while shaving in a broken mirror over the dishwasher’s sink in the freezing kitchen of a pub somewhere very far from home, he suddenly realized he was humming the tune to "There’s No Business Like Show Business." He still didn’t stop. 2000, Kevin and Kieran started traveling together with a 2-man show – 2 guitars, 2 voices, and a bottle of Bushmills, or sometimes Jameson. They made a live record in Melbourne, Australia, called ‘11/12/13′ and kept on with it because it was so much fun and actually pretty good, too. They went all over the place. In the years 2000 and 2001 Kevin completed a record with his friends from Denmark, who everybody just calls The Danes. Kevin thinks it’s real damn good. 2004, Kevin, Kieran and Fats made a three-man record with no bass or drums, along with a companion record with their friend David Francey, the Scottish/Canadian ass-kicking poet and singer. Toured all over the place some more. By this stage the poor sonofabitch is closing in on 50. At the time of this writing, Kevin resides in a chair in his office at home with a stiff neck, a warm Powerbook and a cold cup of coffee. He lives with his beautiful and talented girlfriend Claudia Scott and they don’t have one single pet. When I listen to Kevin’s songs, I hear the voice of a poet, a philosopher, and a concerned citizen of the world. I also hear roots music, unadulterated by computer enhancement. Not a lot of electricity, nor overpowering high-energy sound. Real, thoughtful, quality, thought provoking works. His voice is strong, his message clear. You’ll find few throwaway songs on his cds. Kevin and a few of his buddies produce their own music under the title of Dead Reckoning Records. The time, work, and professionalism spent crafting them is evident in their products. I was late in the game learning about Kevin, so I only have three of his cds, but they are all very good. Millionaire  is a good place to start. Beneath My Wheels  is also good, and finally, You Can’t Save Everybody , a joint collaboration he made with Kieran Kane and Fats Kaplan. Jersey Devil is so good, it’s worth the cost of the entire cd. But all the rest are good as well. Kevin is one of the nicer guys you’ll the chance to meet in this world. He’s easily approachable. His website is extensive and easy to navigate. Check it out and then do yourself a favor and buy one of his cds or watch a show. You’ll be glad you did. ——————– About the Author – Don Henry Ford, Jr. When Don’s not writing books he lends out his talent to Americana Roots to put together great articles like this. You can pick up Don’s latest book Contrabando: Confessions of a Drug Smuggling Cowby at your local bookstore or online at Cinco Puntos Press.

Hugs And Misses: Dean Miller, 3 Fox Drive, Paul McCartney

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Hugs and Misses by Stephen Hug “Platinum” by Dean Miller (Koch)—This is a fun country record by the son of the late great Roger Miller (“Dang Me,” “King of the Road”).  Although the sound is upbeat, Dean’s got an edge too.  His song “Music Executive” is one of the nastier critiques of record honchos you’ll find, sneering at their (alleged) lack of backbone, musical knowledge and integrity.  Whew! He writes most of the songs on the CD, which he produced, but covers Fred Eaglesmith’s “105” and his dad’s “I’ve Been A Long Time Leaving,”  which features what might be called “country scat” for which Roger Miller was famous. This is a keeper for alt.country AND mainstream country fans.  4 bottle caps, the highest rating.  Dang me, you did a helluva job, Dean!  You gonna tour the Northeast soon?  “Listen to the Music” by 3 Fox Drive (KochNashville)—Yes, the title track is the Doobie Brothers tune, which 3 Fox Drive adapts smoothly to the bluegrass format.  This isn’t one of those damn “wink wink ain’t it cool we covered this pop tune” bluegrass renditions (Listen to Danny Barnes’ atrocious version of the Stones’ “Sympathy for the Devil” and you’ll know what I mean).  The songwriting is thoughtful and tuneful and could stand on its own without being wrapped in a bluegrass package.  4 bottle caps, the highest rating.  Classy!!  You don’t have to like bluegrass to enjoy this one.   “Chaos and Creation in the Back Yard” by Paul McCartney (Capitol)—Paul qualifies to be reviewed on an Americana website because, as everyone knows, the Beatles’ influence on all forms of popular music has been massive.  That said, how’s Paul doing? First, if you hate his solo recordings (except for “Maybe I’m Amazed,” “Another Day,” and a few others), forget all that and remember this is the guy who wrote (with little or no help from “Saint” John Lennon) and sang “Hey Jude,”  “Yesterday” and “Blackbird” and, of course, many others. Okay, now here we go!  No more being nasty to Mr. McCartney!  All is forgotten and maybe even forgiven.  On to this new one!  “Chaos and Creation in the Back Yard” was produced by Nigel Godrich (Beck, Radiohead) who supposedly kicked Paul’s royal ass so he wouldn’t churn out more crap.  It worked.  The songs aren’t silly—but neither are they memorable.  Still, there are nice moments, like “Jenny Wren,” obviously derived from “Blackbird” and the opening track “Fine Line” where Paul rocks and gets (almost) down and nasty!  3 bottle caps for you, Sir Paul.  You’re heading in a positive direction.  How about a collaboration with Keith Richards? 

An Audio Interview With Kevin Gordon

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  An Inteview with Kevin Gordon {play}ARUpdate_3.mp3{/play} {enclose ARUpdate_3.mp3} Websitewww.KevinGordon.net Purchase o Come Look at the Burning OFFICIAL BIOGRAPHY “I called Joe and said ‘let’s make a record—next week’,”says Kevin Gordon, of a conversation with coproducer/engineer/guitarist Joe McMahan that led to the making of his new release, o Come Look at the Burning. His first record in five years, though a long time coming, is full of that same spontaneity. “Just like Sonny Boy Williamson said—‘let’s cut it while it’s hot, goddammit’–that feeling came over me and I knew it was time to make the record.” Recorded in a home studio in a rental house in East Nashville, on 15 tracks of a vintage 16-track tape machine, Burning cuts against the grain of contemporary recording trends in many ways—the entire band was recorded live, rather than focusing on getting a good “rhythm track” then later adding supplemental tracks one at a time. Most of Gordon’s vocals heard on the record are the original tracking vocals, instead of clean, pitch-perfect overdubs. “For this record, we wanted the sound of the band playing together—a performance of the song, with everybody playing and interacting as it went down, not the illusion of a performance”, says Gordon. “Nothing felt as good as the vocals that were cut with the band—so we stuck with them.” Burning represents what Kevin’s fans have wanted for years—a recording that matches the searing unpredictable intensity of his live shows. The album’s ten original songs combine seemingly simple chord changes and arrangements with richly descriptive imagery. “Several songs follow after ‘Down to the Well’, in a way—lots of acutely detailed images placed together in a more abstract context”, says Gordon. Crack of the apple, sting of the juice— Lord, my little black heart done cut loose Shot the bird right off the bough. Blood on the wood, I gotta make it good somehow (from “Make It Good”) This intensely poetic language fused with raw, muscular rhythms and a plainspoken vocal delivery makes Gordon’s music a distinctive hybrid: “I’m a self-taught guitar player who studied poetry in grad school—I take my John Lee Hooker with a side of Gerard Manley Hopkins; it leads you to some interesting places”. Along with ten new original songs, Gordon also covers the late Eddie Hinton’s “Something Heavy” as well as Willie Dixon’s never-more-appropriate “Crazy Mixed-Up World”, originally recorded in 1959 by Chess artist Little Walter. Special guests include Charles “Wigg” Walker, a star on the north Nashville R & B scene in the early 60s (who once employed a young Jimi Hendrix, and wrote songs with the legendary Joe Tex), Lucinda Williams/Greg Brown producer/guitarist Bo Ramsey, and Louisiana R & B hit songwriter David Egan. o Come Look at the Burning is a haunting passionate performance that embraces its influences without being trapped by them; a redefining of the often myopic term “Americana”. A north Louisiana native, Gordon grew up hearing music that shares the same raw emotion and spontaneity that he now puts into his own. “My folks would have people over on the weekends, and I remember hearing a lot of Jerry Lee Lewis . . . a live record on Smash, I think; and Ray Charles. Green daquiris in the blender, wet glass rings on the console, ‘Great Balls of Fire’ and ‘What’d I Say’. That music—it hit me hard. I loved it so much—that’s what drove me to want to sing, play, and write. “ A variety of musical pursuits followed: punk, rockabilly, blues, and now a Nashville-based career as a recording artist and songwriter. Gordon’s songs have been recorded by Keith Richards of the Rolling Stones, Levon Helm of The Band, Ronnie Hawkins, Kate Campbell, Blackie & the Rodeo Kings, and others. The title track from his Down to the Well CD, a duet with Grammy winner Lucinda Williams, has been featured on two prominent compilations: the 2001 Oxford American Southern Music Sampler, and No Depression: What It Sounds like, Volume 1, released by Dualtone in 2004. Gordon tours regularly throughout the U.S., and is a regular performer at the New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival and Louisiana Folklife Festival. Also a published poet, Gordon holds an MFA degree from the renowned University of Iowa Writers’ Workshop. He lives in Nashville with his wife and two children.

An Audio Interview With Billy Bob Thornton

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  An Inteview with Billy Bob Thornton {play}ARUpdate_2.mp3{/play} {enclose ARUpdate_2.mp3} Website http://www.BillyBobMusic.com  Purchase Hobo at Amazon.com OFFICIAL BIOGRAPHY  Billy Bob Thornton is no stranger to the music industry. With two RIAA Gold record certifications, having performed on the GRAMMY ® winning album The Wind by Warren Zevon, headlined at SXSW 2004, as well as presented on the 2005 GRAMMY ® Awards, Billy Bob Thornton has received critical acclaim from journalists and musicians alike for his songwriting and vocal performances. In addition to his recent live performance with rock legend Alice Cooper at the historic El Rey Theatre in the heart of Los Angeles, Thornton continues to define and pursue his music career by recording his first new album in two years. The album, HOBO, documents a lifelong dream with a focus on California — the new frontier. At a time when so many albums are just a rehash of something you’ve heard before, Thornton stays on the cutting edge with his songwriting while creating tracks that evoke feelings of reflection, joy, sadness and a musical commentary on his experiences in the unrivaled entertainment industry in Los Angeles. But for Billy Bob Thornton, writing, recording and performing music is something he has lived his entire life. After begging his parents for a drum set, at nine years of age Thornton got his first kit, ordered from an Aldins catalog department store. “I saw Ringo Starr on the Ed Sullivan Show one night and I thought I was going to be in the Beatles,” Thornton commented. “I remember putting on a 45 RPM record of “Hanky Panky” by Tommy James and the Shondells. I turned it up really loud and drove my Dad crazy! The only thing that would have been worse would have been to take up the fiddle or the trombone!” He first formed a band called The McCoveys, named after a baseball legend Willie McCovey (baseball is another passion for Thornton). At age 10, Thornton made his first public appearance as a musician at a local PTA meeting performing an instrumental version of Staff Sgt. Barry Sadler’s hit, The Ballad of the Green Beret. During the 1960’s British Invasion, Thornton fashioned his bands after such legendary groups as The Kinks, Dave Clark Five and of course, The Beatles. On weekends he spent his free time playing drums and singing in the style of his musical idols whenever he could — performing everywhere from VFW halls to clubs with chicken wire across the front stage. Thornton began at an early age to pay his dues as a musician. After high school, Thornton joined a local group named Blue and the Blue Velvets, eventually forming his own group called Hot ‘Lanta, named for Capricorn Recording Artists the Allman Brothers, who had a song of the same name. Who knew that 20 years later, Thornton would direct a documentary film on another Capricorn Recording band from Athens, Georgia (more on this later). In 1974, Thornton formed Nothin’ Doin’ with band members Mike and Nick Shipp. Thornton played drums and shared lead vocals with the Shipp brothers, performing at colleges and high schools throughout Arkansas and Texas. During a performance at the Houston, Texas rock ‘n’ roll club Carti’s, the band was approached by Scott Weiss of Lone Wolf Productions, ZZ Top’s management company. Weiss pitched Thornton and the Shipp brothers to tour as a ZZ Top tribute band and Nothin’ Doin’ became Tres Hombres (named after the legendary ZZ Top album of the same name). Thornton and the boys began touring, building a strong following opening for such legendary performers such as Humble Pie, the MC5, Hank Williams Jr., Ted Nugent, the Earl Scruggs Review, Black Oak Arkansas, Ritchie Havens and many others. In 1981, Thornton made a critical decision that one day would come full-circle, providing him with the foundation to eventually live his lifelong dream of creating and performing music. He moved to California to pursue a career in acting, which ultimately led him to direct the critically acclaimed documentary on the Athens, Georgia band Widespread Panic, for which he received critical acclaim in the media. Thornton continued to write music while appearing in numerous films. In 1995, during the shooting of Slingblade, Thornton found himself with some of his old band mates holding impromptu jam sessions, performing and honing his chops to the praises of the crew and visitors to the set. At the urging of many of his music industry friends, Thornton returned to the recording studio in Nashville and began jamming with Music City’s local musicians. Now re-immersed in the music scene, Thornton started writing and developing a collection of songs. Upon his return to his home in Los Angeles, Thornton began a serious writing effort that ultimately would become his debut album, Private Radio. Part blues, part country and part spoken word, Private Radio was called by Rolling Stone magazine “a pleasing Southern Gothic exploration in mid-tempo twang, bad-boy rockabilly revelries and dark balladry.” The album won Thornton considerable acclaim for his songwriting prowess and drew comparisons by music critics to legendary singer/songwriters such as Johnny Cash, Kris Kristofferson, Leonard Cohen, Tom Petty and Steve Earle. Not a bad group to be associated with! Prior to recording Private Radio, Thornton appeared on the album Hollywood Goes Wild, a benefit CD for the Wildlife Waystation animal sanctuary. Thornton wanted to pay tribute to his late brother Jimmy — who he describes as a much better musician and credits as one of his musical influences growing up — by recording one of Jimmy’s songs, “ Island Avenue.” When asked why he contributed to the project, Thornton answered, “Aside from being a good cause, I wanted Jimmy to see his name on the credits of the album.” Thornton ’s second CD entitled The Edge of the World, was a blend of Southern Rock with Thornton’s haunting melodies and vocals. With bleeding edge tracks like “The Desperate One,” “Emily,” “Everybody Lies” and “Fast Hearts” (a riveting ballad about his brother), Thornton revealed his ongoing love of music as expressed in his prolific songwriting. In addition to the solid melodies and lyrics, the album features musicians from various genres of music and reads like a who’s who of the music industry. Players include Daniel Lanois, Joe Walsh, Fred Tacket, Ted Andreadis, Marty Stuart, the late Warren Zevon, Tommy Shaw, Barry Beckett and many others. Thornton ’s latest effort, HOBO, is his first new album in two years and documents a lifelong dream with a focus on California, the new and last frontier in the entertainment industry. The album was recorded in his state-of-the-art Los Angeles recording studio, The Cave, and reflects on various experiences in California, the entertainment business and Thornton’s past twenty years immersed in the Los Angeles lifestyle and music scene. But unlike many people who live in LA and proceed to bash it, Thornton feels he is blessed for coming to California and being able to realize his dreams. “I think I am one of the rare people who moved out here who doesn’t complain about LA. I have always kind of loved it. A lot of it is just out of respect for a place where my dreams were realized,” Thornton started. “It’s like…how am I going to knock it? Everything I have wanted to do — I did! I have come to peace with the city.” And HOBO, set for release on September 13, 2005 from Big Deal Records, is Thornton’s autobiographical record, a musical diary and observation about the people who are coming to California. “The idea of this record is to address the need for people to come to California if you are going to make it, as California is sort of the last frontier in the entertai
nment business,” stated Billy Bob Thornton. “It is a record about joy, sadness, success and failure — the realization of dreams and not realizing your dreams. Every song has something to do with that theme, with a couple of songs that are about something that happened one creepy night in Central California — it’s a loose tribute to California!” Thornton expressed. When asked why he thought this was the right time to write and record HOBO Thornton responded, “I am now educated on the whole California scene. I don’t think I would have deserved to make a record called HOBO 15 or 20 years ago. Now I do because I have been through the whole gamut. I have been destitute, practically a street person, almost dying on a hospital bed here, and all kinds of different things. I have been through a lot of relationships here — I mean about half of my 50 marriages were here! Actually, all of them but one. My kids were all born here. So I have actually lived two lives. I got to California when I was in my 20’s and I lived half my life in Arkansas and half my life here in California. So I can write about it as if I am writing about the place I grew up in. In a lot of ways I did grow up here.” HOBO is not only the name of the record, but the opening track of the album, kind of a prologue that sets the stage for everything that is about to come. Thornton reflects, “I was in Chicago at a hotel talking to my Mom on the phone and we started remembering about when I was a kid…how my grandmother used to feed all these hobos at the back door. They would come and would want something to eat, kind of like handouts. It was almost like being back in the depression. I remember hobo’s sitting at our table — sometimes she would let them in, but only if she trusted them. My grandmother was pretty intuitive and sometimes she would let them in. Sometimes she wouldn’t. I hung up the phone and I hummed just what I was thinking about…wow, Mom used to feed the hobos. Well, I was going to the mini bar to get a beer and I just start humming/singing… ‘Momma used to feed the hobos…now I’m a hobo’. I started writing that phrase down and the rest just came. I called my guitarist Randy Mitchell and said check this out and he said yea, that’s it. Right then and there I decided it’s time to make another record.” Thornton began to think about his life, having almost been a hobo at one point! “I thought about my bus trips, and then I wrote ‘El Centro On Five Dollars A Day’ which captured that time in my life.” Thornton stated. “It’s a song about me coming out here on the bus ‘cause I used to go to San Diego to stay with my Aunt. I was thinking about that whole thing and I thought, oh my God! I can write a theme record that chronicles the last 20 years in California.” HOBO features 10 new Thornton tracks that range from the rockin’, in-your-face “Orange County Suicide,” to “Gray Walls,” Thornton’s commentary on Hollywood executives, to the very personal “At Least We Dreamed,” to the haunting “I Used To Be A Lion.” Thornton reflects, “This was a song that was written after the record was finished, but I had to have it on there. I have this friend Coby who is one of my oldest and best friends — the first guy I was friends with in LA when I moved here. We have this wacky rule when we are shooting pool at my house that if Connie ( Thornton’s girlfriend and mother to their beautiful daughter Bella) is downstairs watching us play, that even if I lose he still has to rack the balls. We were shooting pool one night and I scratched on the eight ball and I stood there waiting on Coby to rack the balls. He looked around the room and then he looked at me and said ‘Well it looks like you don’t have a girl to bail you out tonight’, and I said, ‘Yea, I know’. So I started racking the balls and I go, hang on just a second…I will be right back. Went upstairs, got out my pad and started writing ‘I don’t have a girl to bail me out tonight. I don’t have the strength to help myself.’ I literally wrote it as I sang it because I had the whole idea in my head.” “I Used To Be A Lion” is a song about a guy who wasted his life away and looks at himself saying ‘I used to be a Lion, I used to go out there and go for the kill…you should have seen me back in the day.’ The song has an unforgettable melody and lyrics, plus Thornton’s vocals are mixed so that he sounds like he is singing directly into your ear. Other tracks include “The Late Great Golden State,” “Purple Passion,” “Your Blue Shadow” and “Smooth Me Over.” HOBO was co-written and co-produced by Billy Bob Thornton and songwriter/guitarist Randy Mitchell. In addition, all tracks were recorded and mixed by Randy Mitchell who has worked with Thornton for the past three years. The album is also co-mixed and co-produced by GRAMMY ® winning engineer Jim Mitchell, known for his work with Thornton, Guns n’ Roses, Slash and Poe. In addition to his solo albums, Billy Bob Thornton has appeared as a guest vocalist on the legendary Earl Scruggs’ Earl Scruggs and Friends album, where he performed a rendition of Johnny Cash’s “Ring of Fire”; Styx’ Cyclorama album on the single “Bourgeois Pig”; and of course on the GRAMMY ® winning album The Wind by Warren Zevon. Thornton continues to break the mold while living on the cutting edge, creating powerful songs with prolific lyrics that are stories reflecting his love for music and life itself.

An Audio Inteview With Grayson Capps

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An Inteview with Grayson Capps{play}ARUpdate_1.mp3{/play}{enclose ARUpdate_1.mp3} Visit Grayson’s websitePuchase If You Knew My Mind Official BiographyI was conceived in the back seat of a Pontiac Tempest in Brewton, Alabama, and I first saw the light of a delivery room in Opelika, Alabama the morning of April 17, 1967. This was the year Woody Guthrie and Otis Redding died and the year of the summer of love. My daddy had just gotten out of the Army and was preaching at a Baptist church in Augusta, Georgia, and my mama was a student at Auburn University. The reason I wasn’t born in Auburn was because Auburn, Alabama didn’t have a hospital at that time. When they found out about me they got married, and daddy quit the church and became a student, too. They both got certified to teach and we moved back to Brewton after they graduated.The sixties hit Alabama in the seventies and left poignant memories in my brain. The weekends are what stick with me the most. There was an array of eccentrics, channeling Cannery Row or Greenwich Village, in and out of my life at this time. They were writers, painters, musicians, vagrants and ne’er do wells reciting poetry, philosophising, singing, dancing and drinking. I remember a man named Fred Stokes used to come by with his old beat up Martin guitar, and he and a man named Bobby Long and my daddy would sit in front of a Realistic tape recorder drinking and smoking and singing, trying to get a perfect recording, in three part harmony of Glen Campbell’s hit Break My Mind, or a number of other songs, without laughing before the end. Fred had a beautiful baritone voice that melded with the strings of that old guitar, Bobby had a high almost pretty voice, and my daddy had a full mid-ranged voice. Then out of nowhere Bobby would stand up and recite the Love Song of J. Alfred Proofrock, or something, accentuate the ending with his glass of vodka and orange juice and sit back down. The entertainement was theatre, ‘life is a cabaret.’We moved to Fairhope, Alabama when I was in about the seventh grade. There I got involved with theatre,literally, and earned a partial scholarship to Tulane University in New Orleans, La. At Tulane I majored in theatre studying primarily acting and graduated in1989 with a BFA. While studying in New Orleans, I started playing guitar with bass player-grad student Pete Ficht and drummer-fellow acting student Sterling Roig. We started a band called the House Levellers, and we called our music ‘thrash-folk.’ Within a year after we graduated, we got signed by Tipitina’s record label in New Orleans. We bought a 1977 Plymouth Voyager van and toured America for three years non-stop. We were on the cover of USA Today, we were in Sassy Magazine, we were opening up for Crowded House, we were becoming famous. Most of the time we slept on people’s floors or in the van, barely able to afford gas to get to the next gig. We were theatre majors acting like musicians. Tensions arose from too much junk food, too much time on the road and climaxed in a huge blowout in Charleston, West Virginia, I quit. I was twenty-two going on fifty. Some friends of mine, John Lawrence and John Dawson, discovered a stretch of houses on the railroad tracks off Tchoupitoulas St. in New Orleans. The street was called S. Front St., but it was my Cannery Row incarnate. A man named Allen Crane was the landlord. He was a one-legged man who drove a rusted out stationwagon, who went bankrupt and died soon after we moved in. There were two shotgun doubles next to one another that he owned. After his death no one claimed the buildings, so we stayed there rent free for a couple of years. We played music on the streets for food and ran extension cords to Dawson’s shotgun for electricity. We tapped illegally into the water main to have running water. I had illegal gas, so we cooked at my house, and John Lawrence had a wood burning stove for heat in the wintertime. It would glow red and you could light cigarettes off of it. Most nights I could hear Lawrence practicing his guitar and it sounded so nice. I was writing songs, so we started a band Stavin’ Chain. In Stavin’Chain, I was the singer-rhythm guitar player, and John Lawrence was the lead guitar player. We hired rhythm sections. The music was slide driven roots rock, and the lyrics centered around characters full of desperation, nicotine, loneliness and alcohol. One night after a show at the Maple Leaf Bar, two young women introduced themselves to us; Shainee Gabel and Kristin Hahn. They were filming a documentary called Anthem and wanted us to provide music for them, saying that we embodied an honest form of Americana they wanted portrayed in their film. They used five of our songs in Anthem. We went to L.A. and New York to promote the movie’s debut. Around the same time, we were opening for bands like the Wallflowers, Koko Taylor, and Jeff Buckley. One evening at Tipitina’s while the Rolling Stones were in town, Ron Wood sat in with us for a twenty minute version of Hideaway while Mick Jagger sat at the bar drinking water. Success was sneaking up like cigarette smoke from an ashtray. We got signed to Ruf Records out of Germany, put out a CD distributed by Polygram Records. Our rhythm section had played on the Stones’ record Bridges to Babylon, and in Keith Richards band the Ex-pensive Winos. We had international distribution and a full page ad in the Village Voice. We toured the U.S. and Europe and just as success seemed inevitable, Polygram merged with Universal and dropped our record along with many others across the country. Wall of Sound magazine called our record ‘the best 1999 album you never heard of.’ Our record label bankrupt, my girlfriend pregnant, and S. Front St. far away, the world and reality check 101 were closing in like an old tube TV turning off. I can hear Dawson saying, ‘feed me!’ The band broke up. I remember asking Shainee what she was going to do after Anthem played itself out. She said she wanted to write and direct a film based in New Orleans. I told her about a book my daddy wrote (which is based on Bobby Long and Fred Stokes) that had never been published and takes place in New Orleans, and I gave it to her. She fell in love with the story and wrote a screen play based on it. I remember her saying if it ever came to fruition in a film she would want me to help with the music. This was 1997-98 or so. This past June 2003 she calls and says the movie is being filmed in New Orleans in July and wants me to be in the movie. She said that John Travolta is playing Bobby Long and Scarlet Johanson is playing the girl. A Love Song For Bobby Long was filmed from late July through August and I am in the movie. I taught John Travolta songs I remember Fred Stokes singing with Bobby Long and my daddy. The film is named after a song I wrote in defense of Bobby called A Love Song For Bobby Long and will be out in the summer or fall of 2004. I have six songs in the movie. The set for the film was a recreation of South Front St. I write songs which have the voice of dead prophets masquerading as town drunks screaming ‘look at us we’re pretty, too!’ I’ve been playing guitar and singing for nearly twenty years now. I’ve played theaters, festivals, radio shows, t.v. shows, whiskey-beer crusted barrooms, living rooms, and camp fires. Some people call me a preacher others a poet, a singer, a guitar player, a landscaper, but I am only an actor strutting and fretting across the stage. I still have to use a shovel. I still have to dig in the dirt. But, I tell you what, I have a beautiful daughter named Sadie, a house on Music St., and my first solo record coming out in the spring. Bobby and Fred are dead, but my father is alive and well in Alabama about to have a novel published. No one knows what tomorrow will bring, but songs are still sung by those who continue to sing. Can’t be satisfied- Muddy WatersEvil-Howlin’ WolfDust my Broom-Elmore JamesGhost riders in the sky- Vaughan MonroeAngel from Montgomery- John PrineSixteen tons- Merle TravisSt. James Infirmary- traditionalGuilty- Randy NewmanRamblin’ Man- Hank WilliamsPreachin’ blues- Son H
ouseAin’t no tellin- Mississippi John HurtLittle red rooster- Howlin’ WolfHallelujah- Leonard CohenLoaded gun- Reveren Horton Heat Fishin’ blues- Taj MahalRing of Fire- Johnny CashColumbus Stackade- trad. Windy and warm- trad. James Alley Blues- Rabbit BrownGuitar Rag- Sylvester WeaverDeep River Blues- Delmore BrothersChampagne and reefer- Muddy WatersLamp trimmed and burnin’- Mississippi Fred McDowellGive me back my wig- Hound Dog TaylorOl’ Black Mattie- R.L. BurnsideGod don’t never change- Blind Willie JohnsonBarbara Allen- trd. Travelling Riverside blues- Robert JohnsonYesterday is here- Tom Waits

Hugs and Misses by Stephen Hug

Category : Reviews

Brief Reviewsby Stephen Hug“Brand New Stranger” by JJ Baron (Rhody Records)—I’ve known JJ for a couple years from his performing and hanging out at the Narrows Center for the Arts

in Fall River, MA.  So I’m familiar with a lot of these songs, and

have seen their effect on audiences.  There’s no question—this

young man has what it takes to be a MAJOR Americana artist.  JJ

knows how to write, play and sing a tune—and he knows how to surround

himself with talented players, including Slaid Cleaves, Jim Weider (The

Band), Stu Kimball (Bob Dylan), Buddy Cage (New Riders of the Purple

Sage) and others.  If you’re an Americana DJ you should be playing

this record, because it is immediately likeable.  And if you’re a

club owner, you should be booking JJ Baron now before you can’t afford

him.  I’m very serious about this.  And JJ, a word to

you—you’ve got to tour in the deep south and out west.  This is an

excellent record, but it’s going to get passed by unless you’re working

it, kid.  I’m giving you 3 ½ bottle caps, JJ.  I think your

producer did a fine job, but I suggest he vary your vocal sound a bit

in the recording process, although the recording is great.  Maybe

a matter of taste.“For So Long” by Robyn Ludwick

(Late Show Records)—Robyn is a Texan, and is sister to hit songwriter

Bruce Robison (who’s married to Kelly Willis) and Charlie Robison

(who’s married to a Dixie Chick).  Need I say more?  Yes, of

course I do!  Who care who she’s related to!  Anyway, this is

an outstanding record, with plenty of tension in her voice and

songs.  The players include Jon Dee Graham, Kelly Willis and

producer Danny Barnes—whose newest record I was disappointed in. 

Anyway, I hope Robyn will tour outside the south soon.  How about

coming to the Narrows in Fall River, MA?  3 ¾ bottle caps. 

Congratulations Robyn.  You do yourself and your family proud!RJ and the Boys

(Charlie2Dogs Music)—These guys are out of Saskatchewan, Canada and dub

themselves a “retro-roots power trio.”  So in addition to their

originals, they have tunes Elvis, Jerry Lee Lewis, Loyd Price and Carl

Perkins performed.  Sadly, the record doesn’t have the passion of

those guys.  Maybe this is their first time in the studio and they

didn’t want to mess up.  My guess is these guys know how to let

loose in a club.  2 bottle caps.  Maybe do your next

recording live, RJ.Please send all CDs for review to:Stephen HugUnit 1021346 Newport AvenueAttleboro, MA 02703

Brief Reviews by Stephen Hug 9/1/2005

Category : Reviews

“The Lilac

Testament” by Lori Michaels (Mother West)—This is her debut, and she

has some impressive things going for her. 

She wrote all the songs and plays a bunch of instruments.  Former Wings’ member Steve Holley drums, and

the instrumentation includes—one of my favorites—pedal steel.  Despite bright spots, “The Lilac Testament”

didn’t wear well.  I thought, “Maybe I’m

a snob because the songs are a little too ‘poppy’ for my usual taste.”  So I turned the album over to friends who

unashamedly listen to mainstream country—and they disliked this CD from the

start.  Lacks soul.  2 bottle caps.  Try another producer, Lori. 

You’ve got the talent. 

  

“Get

Myself Together” by Danny Barnes (Terminus)—A former member of the Bad

Livers, described on his website as 

“Texas avant-hillbilly visionaries,” this is a quirky record from a guy

who strikes me as reveling in his quirkiness to the point of overkill.  Each track listened to on a stand-alone

basis probably works, except for a pointless cover of Jagger/Richards’

“Sympathy for the Devil.”  Barnes seems

to be continually “winking” at the microphone. 

Annoying.  Get over yourself,

Danny!  2 ¾ bottle caps. 

  

“Highway

of Life” by Claude Diamond (Vettset)—This

is the second effort from Diamond, who is pushing 70.  His first release got a lot of attention, and this one should

too.  His voice is weathered but not

phony, and his songs are straightforward, and so is the playing.  If mainstream country radio sounded as good

as this, there would be no alt.country.  3 3/4 bottle caps.  Stay

healthy, Claude!  The world needs more

of your music! 

  

“Mell of a Hess” by Jamie Stillway (Self-released)—This is

the debut for this Portland, Oregon-based guitarist.  What’s not to like? 

Pleasant instrumental acoustic sounds mixing classical, jazz and

what-have-you.  A good one to market

through Starbucks, and I mean that as a compliment!  Sip some java, read the travel section, and listen to Stillway. The

problem these instrumental albums have, however, is they are difficult to

distinguish from one another. 

Nonetheless, you’ll enjoy “Mell of a Hess” if you like this kind of

stuff.  I do.  3 ¾ bottle caps.  Hey

Jamie, hope you’ll tour the East Coast some day!

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