CR Humphrey, who is better known under his nom de musicien Old Gray Mule, is a hell of a good guy. It's clear when you see him play live, when you hear the soulful licks he lays down on tape, when you chat with him, and when you read the notes for the latest Old Gray Mule album Like a Apple on a Tree: everything he does is imbued with lots of heart, humor, and flat-out joy. He gives the lie to the "tortured artist" myth - you rarely meet someone more satisfied with his lot…Continue
Posted on November 26, 2012 at 5:30pm
Often when you hear a band who sits at the, some would say unlikely, crossroads of country and punk, it seems the punk tag is only given a passing nod, more evident in band members' tattoos than in the music. Fistful of Beard, who hail from the northern Alabama town of Decatur, attack it from the opposite direction. On FoB's new album, Until We Know Better, the guitars crash more than they jangle - though the music always speaks with an Alabaman accent, an accent of good…Continue
Posted on October 29, 2012 at 1:00pm
It was a part of the deal for me, sometimes consumed before the music was even played. Vinyl had them. CDs had them. Even fricking cassettes had them. And in the pre-internet age when all of the information I sought was not gathered in one convenient location, it was a cornerstone on which I built my reputation as someone who knew too much shit about music.
Liner notes - sometimes stately and elegant, sometimes silly, sometimes anemic, I would pore over every word of them.…Continue
Posted on April 30, 2012 at 8:00am — 27 Comments
Nate Burrell has once again generously allowed us to feature his great photography on Now This Sound Is Brave. This Record Store Day found JC Brooks and the Uptown Sound in St. Louis where they made an in-store appearance at Euclid Records, then played an intimate house party.
About the house party performance, Nate says, "It was a sweaty…Continue
Posted on April 23, 2012 at 6:00pm
"You're a little bi-polar," he tells her, "and you get on my ass about drinking my liquor and smoking too much grass."
She parries. "You know, you're no Johnny Cash."
"Woman, what'd you say?"
"I said, you ain't the Man in Black, and I won't be treated this way."
But there is a wry, knowing edge in each of their voices that melts into affection by the end of their argument.…Continue
Posted on January 23, 2012 at 2:30pm