The challenge is recognizing his abilities without glorifying the lifestyle (or for that matter condemning him-he without sin, throw the first stone).Bleu Edmondson caught my ear a few years ago with Travelin’ Man, one of those songs I heard on the radio and found myself wanting to hear again. I bought Southland on the strength of that song and was delighted to learn that the rest of the CD delivered, big time. I returned to the music store and bought The Band Plays On. It also proved a top-notch effort. So I caught one of his wild live shows. Three for three. The boy can play.Most of Bleu’s music has a high-energy southern rock sound-perhaps a red dirt version of Lynyrd Skynyrd. But I’ve also seen him play an acoustical set and he delivers there as well. A mediocre singer may get by when the volume of the music is played high enough-it’s when he or she is left with nothing but a stringed instrument and a naked voice that weaknesses appear. If I have any criticism, it’s that Bleu doesn’t do enough of this.Bleu oozes talent. His songs display an almost maniacal dose of intelligence in the vein of a young John Belushi, Jim Morrison, or maybe Johnny Cash. Like many young Texas rednecks, he’s a hard partying type. Probably spent nights as a youngster cruising through a Dallas suburb, racing his car, fighting, fornicating, and trying to figure out how to buy more beer. My guess is that he was damn good at the drinking and the smoking, pretty good at the fighting, but average when it came to fornicating. He’s a stout built type. He ain’t exactly pretty.For whatever reason, a stroke of insanity drove him to enter college at Texas A&M. While there, he became a musician. In his defense, Robert Earl Keen and Lyle Lovett made similar mistakes.In spite of these character defects, I hear a trace of reason, regret and maturity in Bleu’s songs, a voice of one that not only loves and recognizes the high the party brings, but also acknowledges the depths of the hangover this activity creates. I suspect he’s had his share of hard knocks. I suspect he has more in store. Comes with the territory.The combination of racing hormones and an almost suicidal drive to impress and bed members of the opposite sex, especially when it’s so hard to limit yourself to one (leastways for guys like Bleu-lots of Brokeback types in the world nowadays-others don’t fight quite the battle he does), can leave a person bloodied, bruised, beat down and searching for relief in another equally risky encounter or a bottle of booze, smoke, and perhaps even a handful of pills or a small windrow of poisonous powder. Then you’re liable to do something downright dangerous. Bills don’t get paid, the boss fires you, the girl friend finds another; frustration and anger build. You know you need to get well, but you get sicker instead. Offset all this with the near lethal combination of a good heart and a conscience.The drugs help for a while, then you wake up. Nothing has changed. Maybe things have gotten worse. So you do more drinking and doping and fornicating (or even worse, wanting sex and having none) to forget all this. You run out of money. They don’t give the stuff away for free. The day comes when you find yourself sitting in a parking lot with a Finger on the Trigger. That one’s from Bleu’s latest live album. Bleu, don’t pull that trigger. I feel your pain brother. Loud and clear. Lloyd Maines produced Bleu’s first two efforts. Lloyd isn’t good; he’s great. He has probably done more than any one man alive to make Americana music what it is today. I’d list highlights of the two studio albums, but it’s not necessary. They’re all good. On Southland, there’s an extra song not listed on the credits that is magnificent, an old blues collaboration these two put forth with bottleneck licks that would make Robert Johnson jealous. Doesn’t even list a name for it.Bleu’s live album has sound quality issues, but contains songs you won’t find elsewhere and for that reason is also worth owning. So far, he hasn’t been able to press the CDs fast enough to keep up with demand. I hear there’s another CD in the works and from what I’ve heard of his new material, I fully expect it to be nothing less than great.If you find yourself in the mood to get down on some hard driving southern rock with a Texas twist, pick up a set of earplugs and go watch the controlled explosion Bleu Edmondson puts on in a live show. (If you forget the earplugs don’t count on hearing anything else for a day or so.) The CD’s are easier on the ears and the lungs than the live show. All three are well worth the time and your money.Bleu is one of Texas’ best young acts. Let’s hope and pray he hangs around for a while. **Don has posted a follow-up to this article. Click here to read it.Visit His Website ——————– 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. If you’ve enjoyed what you read, then pick up Don’s latest book Contrabando: Confessions of a Drug Smuggling Cowboy at your local bookstore or online at Cinco Puntos Press. Photograph taken by Adam Rethlake of TimeLine Photographic.
Feb
26
2006
Category : Reviews
Cheevers has been recording music since the late sixties, first with the Peppermint Trolley Co., and later became a staff songwriter in Nashville. In the early nineties, Cheevers began recording and releasing his own material. On the strength of his "Gettysburg to Graceland" album, which consisted of stories taking place during the Civil War, Cheevers was personally invited to be the supporting act for what would turn out to be Johnny Cash’s final tour.Texas to Tennessee is filled with perfectly crafted stories of characters from several time periods. Songs such as "Drivin’ That Mercury" and "Me & Dan & the Spoonman" are reminisces on life in a simpler time, while songs like "Jesse Lee Kincaid" are set in a more "Old West" landscape. Joy Lynn White supplies harmony vocals on "Under the Bayou Moon" and "Memphis ‘til Monday" will set your toe to tapping with its infectious horn lines and catchy chorus.Cheevers voice calls to mind Willie Nelson, but still maintains enough character to be distinct. His songwriting is strong and the musicianship and production on the album are top notch. It’s well worth picking up if you enjoy being transported to far off places and times while never leaving your living room.
Feb
21
2006
Category : Reviews
This CD does not disappoint, chiefly because the group and its producer made sure this was more than a collection of fast bluegrass picking, but good songs written by members of the group or the likes of Ronnie Bowman. Through much of the record there are religious references that almost place this in the Christian Music category, but to these furry ears the religious stuff makes the CD more heartfelt. If you’re a bluegrass fan, you’ll love this record. If you enjoy country and alternative country, there’s something here for you too. Bluegrass with soul. Soulgrass? 4 out of 4 bottlecaps. Nice studio production too. A winner.
Feb
20
2006
Category : Reviews
“Human Condition” is produced by R.S. Field whose recent credits include Allison Moorer and Webb Wilder, and features a cast of stellar musicians from hot guitar slinger Kenny Vaughan of Marty Stuart’s band the Superlatives, to legendary steel guitar player Lloyd Green, as well as the aforementioned Marty Stuart himself on mandolin. Eight of the album’s twelve tracks were penned by Bennett, including a co-write with Todd Snider on the tune “Better Than This”. Many of the tracks are propelled by Vaughan’s solid, twangy guitar licks, the right on rhythm section of Mark W. Winchester on bass and Jimmy Lester on drums, and Bennett’s no fuss, no muss honest vocals. Highlights include the swing your hips groove of “Just Want to Be With You”, the classic country shuffle of “That’s What I’m Here For”, the amped-up rocker “American Dreamin”, and the standout cut “My Illusion” which fully showcases Bennett’s skills as a songwriter. In the song Bennett laments… “I had it all once but I threw it all away, said I can do better than that someday. But what if the day don’t come”. For Gary Bennett, that day may have arrived. Listeners will be happy to hear there are no illusions on this record, Gary Bennett is back with a solid solo debut effort. Website: www.garybennettmusic.comRecord Label: Landslide Records
Feb
14
2006
Category : Reviews
Not surprising, since it was produced by John Medeski from Medeski, Martin and Wood. If you’re not familiar with the jam band thing, in essence it involves long and complicated instrumental solos that border on jazz. No problem for the Campbell Brothers, according to producer Medeski who wrote in the CD notes that they are “some of the most technically advanced players I’ve ever had the pleasure of working with…” Some jam band stuff becomes almost too technical, but with the Campbell Brothers’ base in gospel, that doesn’t happen much on this CD. 3 ¾ bottle caps out of a possible 4.
Feb
08
2006
A common thread among them seems to be: They survived. Not all from their crowd can claim that. For whatever reason, Western Oklahoma and rural North Texas generate more than their share of crazy bastards (and women also). Here are a few names you might recognize from the scene: Ray Wylie Hubbard. Jason Boland, Stoney Larue. Bleu Edmonson. Scott Mellott (from the Groobies). Cody Canada and the Cross Canadian Ragweed Band.
Lamentably, I once supplied drugs to these types and I lost a very dear friend to the lifestyle: Arnold Kersh from Plainview, Texas. Was he crazy? Yep. Absolutely. But at the same time, maybe a little better than the rest of us. Certainly more sensitive. In a crazy world, people do strange things to cope. Talk to any of these and you�ll hear similar stories.
Listen to Mike McClure�s songs and you�ll hear wild tales from that world, but also lessons of survival and redemption. Unlike others, he neither glorifies nor condemns the lifestyle, but is trying to chronicle and understand it. And in so doing, he�s helping some of the rest of us do the same. Maybe he knows it�s not what goes into the mouth that defiles a spirit, but rather, what comes out of it.
Here�s something else Mike won�t like and would never say. Probably wouldn�t even allow me to say so if he had any control over the matter: He�s better at what he does, writing and performing songs, than some of the more popular members of this group. But he ain�t as pretty as they are. (Well he�s prettier than Ray Wylie Hubbard. But then Ray Wylie is also long on talent and short on sex appeal. Please don�t sue me, either of you. You know it�s true.)
Mike was once the driving force behind a band called The Great Divide. Not only did he pen most of their music; he also was the lead singer of the group. Just about the time they were breaking into the national scene in the world of country music, they disbanded. Mike won�t say why they broke up. But here�s what I suspect. It was either that or die.
Some of his critics would have preferred that he continue on a self-destructive course, lived on the edge. I can hardly contain my contempt. But I will, for Mike�s sake.
You can hear it in his music. Mike chose life. A wife. Being a father to his children. And he left behind a little of the hard partying that might well have killed him otherwise. Oh, he still visits his old haunts. Like Jesus, he is more comfortable around sinners than those that think themselves saints. But he always manages to put in a word or so for the good Lord.
And that is what keeps me coming back to his music. The man�s songs are downright spiritual, in a real, useable kind of way.
I don�t own the Great Divide CD�s, but I do have all three of Mike�s solo works since he went on his own. My favorite is Twelve Pieces. This CD is excellent from start to finish. No need to skip tracks looking for the good songs here. The album includes two collaborations with Susan Gibson, Wicked Game of Hearts, and Harder to Ignore. I just can�t say enough about those songs. Excellent isn�t good enough. If I were king and could impose my will, I�d force them to get together for more. The Void is also outstanding and if you want a real tribute to Jesus Christ, you must hear Between Two Thieves.
Everything Upside Down has a harder edge to it. It�s difficult to identify favorites here, (not what to include, but rather what to exclude), but any list would be incomplete without these: Out in the Fields, She Gets to You, and Just Not Good Enough.
Mike�s most recent CD is called Camelot Falling. He does a great job with Van Morrison�s Into the Mystic and then adds to the mix with his own creations: Eden Burning/Camelot Falling, Where the Wild Ones Run, Mustang and another redemption song, Traveler.
I�d be remiss not to mention another CD he was involved with, if for no other reason, a wonderful duet with Susan Gibson called Hung Down Head. The album, Dirt and Spirit, is currently out of print. It features The Great Divide and others, among them Jason Boland and Cody Canada, singing gospel tunes. That�s right, Jason Boland singing a gospel tune.
Mike tells me Lloyd Maines produced his music and was a positive influence during his years with The Great Divide, his mentor. Now it is Mike who serves in a similar position. Among others, he has produced Stoney Larue and Cross Canadian Ragweed�s last few efforts. He also helped a couple of talented youngsters called The Dedringers with a four song EP well worth your time.
Here�s Mike�s Website (http://www.mikemcclureband.com/). Buy his CD�s and check out his live show when he comes your way.
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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. If you’ve enjoyed what you read, then pick up Don’s latest book Contrabando: Confessions of a Drug Smuggling Cowboy at your local bookstore or online at Cinco Puntos Press.
Feb
05
2006
If you need an excuse for including her, well, here are a few that will work:Both Australia and America start with A and end with a.What we now call the modern country of Australia began as a British penal colony. Most white Americans were probably running from something when they left Europe and might very well have ended up in Australia themselves, had they been caught. European ancestry has been modified in what I think is a positive way from living with and or at least alongside different cultures in both our new homes. There probably are more similarities that haven’t come to mind. Hell, just listen to one of her CD’s. It’s Americana. Or Australiana. Whatever. It’s original and it’s good.Kasey was raised in an unusual family, even by Australian standards. Her parents were nomads and spent time wandering across the outback where radio signals are few and far between—TV and video games, non-existent. They made their living doing what we in Texas call varmit hunting each winter of Kasey’s first ten years. In addition to the day job, they were musicians, and listened almost exclusively to what we now call Americana music—people like Townes Van Zandt, Graham Parsons, the Carter family, Emmylou Harris and the like. Kasey began emulating those sounds at an early age. When you put oranges into a juicer, orange juice is to be expected from the other end.The family tried town life for a few years in Kasey’s early teens but it didn’t take. Kasey dropped out of school at fourteen and the family resumed their nomadic existence, only now they made their living singing and recording albums as The Dead Ringer Band. They wrote some of their own material and also covered songs by Steve Earle, Jimmie Rogers, Rodney Crowell, John Prine, Nanci Griffith, Fred Eaglesmith, Lucinda Williams and more. The band stayed together for a little over ten years. Toward the end of the band’s existence, it became evident that Kasey was gifted way beyond ordinary. Kasey’s parents split; the band disintegrated.Kasey kept singing and eventually the various family members rejoined professionally, not as a family, but to back her budding career as a solo artist. John Lomax III, an American talent agent that previously handled Steve Earle and Townes Van Zandt’s careers took notice. The rest is history.I’ve looked extensively and found few female performers her age that compare. Some write a good song or two and fill the rest of a cd with mediocre tunes; others have a nice voice and do well covering someone else’s work. Most all that succeed are attractive. Kasey has written three albums full of excellent material from beginning to end and also has the voice to deliver them. She’s still in her twenties and has several godawful piercings to prove it; one juts straight out from her lower lip. (She looks good in spite of this. It’s almost unfair to the competition.)Kasey attracted attention here in the United States with her first CD, The Captain, in the year 2000 and sold around 100,000 copies. She released Barricades and Brick Walls, my personal favorite, in 2002. She took off time to have a child and then in 2004, she released Wayward Angel. All three are good.When I listen to Kasey, I find it hard to believe these are the thoughts and words of such a young person. The voice is youthful, the words poetic. But the lyrics express thoughts I’m unaccustomed to hearing from a person her age. Perhaps all those nights under the stars of an Australian sky did more to develop her mind and spirit than those that spend lives glued to the spot in front of a TV set or a computer. Or maybe it was the hands-on raising her parents provided. Could have been the rabbit, turkey and kangaroo meat she ate or the spirits of all those foxes she sent to the other side. Whatever the case—it’s quite unusual.Kasey pours emotion into her songs and dares to address matters most women run from. Truth is not always pretty or politically correct—sometimes it borders on being illegal; sometimes it brings joy; sometimes we’re left with nothing but tears. There always are more questions than answers. And the hard questions are difficult to ask.I hear evidence of a strong supporting cast in Kasey’s work. Her brother Nash produces her CD’s. The music sounds like what you’d expect in American country and folk circles. I suspect her father is no less an influence on her than Lloyd Maines might be to his daughter Natalie. I know her mother is still involved as well. You don’t get this good this early without help.Kasey Chambers is one of the best young acts in the business. Here’s her website: http://www.kaseychambers.com. (Note: I found some of Kasey’s history in a book called The Best of No Depression: Writing about American Music. Geoffrey Himes penned Kasey’s chapter. His piece gives a much more detailed picture of Kasey than I have presented here. The book, published by the University of Texas Press, is well worth the time.)——————–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. If you’ve enjoyed what you read, then pick up Don’s latest book Contrabando: Confessions of a Drug Smuggling Cowboy at your local bookstore or online at Cinco Puntos Press.
Feb
05
2006
Category : Reviews
He sings—even went to school for it. But he and his producers sure know how to pick songs worth listening to. Attention Don Imus: the track “You Only Call Me” deserves to be one of those “bumpers” on your radio show (Imus takes songs, often country, and plays the coolest portion of them, ending the segment with his “Imus in the Morning” jingle). “You only call me when you’re drunk/you only call me when you’re down/Some other guy leaves you high and dry/It’s the only time when you want me around.” (Disclosure: I do a little work for a radio company that broadcasts Imus.) Lucky Star is performing well on the Americana charts as I write this, and deservedly so. Four out of four bottle caps from these furry ears.
Feb
01
2006
Category : Reviews
That said, despite the plaudits, I find it difficult during their shows to distinguish one song from the other, as they mix folk, reggae, Cajun and rock into a nonetheless spirited concoction that gets people moving. Life’s a Ride reflects their live show. Interesting sounds with a lot of creativity and energy. This one’s a winner if you’re into a Phish/Dead experience. The songs didn’t knock me over, though. Give this one 3 ¼ bottle caps out of 4. Life’s a Ride has been a success on the national music charts, so Donna the Buffalo must be doing something right!




