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SmokeStack and the Foothill Fury Bio:
IF you like to support original and truly rooted music and man. PLEASE GO TO http://smokestackandthefoothillfury.bandcamp.com/
Real Songwriting that is deeply rooted in American musics. Bluegrass, Blues, Country and even laid back folk..... a true and emerging talented songwriter with a show that you can not compare to anything. A GENUINE sound and man.
RIGHT NOW, Homemade country-wine. Bad luck, even worse decisions. Southern girls, northern girls. Apple pie and vanilla ice cream. Living off nothing more than what the good earth gives us. Mill grinding wheels. Old men at the convienent store waiting for the sun. The crisp cold that is Winter's warn. Big block motors. 6o's and 70's hotrods, 50's and 60's pick-up trucks. Last breathe of a falling star. 45's of your favorite tunes. Snow in the mountains. Real women, real men, Like George fuc*ing Washington, Daniel Boone, William Bartram and almost any Native American Indian, Well.... just about anyone before now... Walleye fishing at 4 am on some lake by yourself. Cast iron skillets. Rabun County Georgia before the flood of people.....About anywhere in Kentucky. Hell...Corbin, Kentucky. Tobacco Barns. Steel mills. Holdin true to who you are and what you've got. Old towns. Fly fishing, Bailey's and coffee at 6 am. Wild Turkey Rare Breed and Coke at 9 pm. Northside Tavern in Atlanta. Fixing your own car. Fish frys for the folk in town. Old music by new souls with fresh ideas. The mother Fuc*in blues like they are suppose to be done. Lightnin Hopkins. Grass cut in the marnin'. Old people in general. Stories of the craziness that made us America. Murder ballads. Whiskey bootleggin'. Mountain marijuana. Hickory and Pecan smoked pork. The dirty,dirty south. The pristine idea of pristine. Curiosity. Corn meal. The few people that don't think I am hell on feet and help me out of my own ****. My few fans. My few enemies. Myself...... |
