3DD Artist o' the Week 8/23/2010- SLOBBERBONE!!!!
Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 10:07 pm
I wrote bad poetry about tigers screwing when I was in high school
and I don't like being told what to do
but I hope you will read my adoring and slightly boring write-up about Slobberbone. This is a band, I tell you, you must listen to them.
I am an idiot. I spent my formative years in Austin Texas going to dance clubs and listening to hip hop. I would read the weekly paper and see Slobberbone in the show listings and grin and think to myself, "What a great name..." and never go check them out.
I was introduced to Drive-By Truckers by my then husband back in 2006. I was pregnant and struggling and "gravity is gone" and "world of hurt" and "feb. 14" spoke to me. Circumstances were difficult for the next couple years, but I saw my first DBT show in fall 2008. I saw Fool No Where rocking out, though I didn't know him, and thought, "Wow. He's a fan". By the end of the show I was enchanted with the band. I was high on the Rock Show for months. It was literally all I could talk about every night. So I found ninebullets.org, and waited 3 weeks for approval. I lurked and got to "know" the members. I saw Jenn B's avatar, "Ryan Adams ain't no Brent Best" and I researched.
Then getting into the "Listening" Thread, that band Slobberbone kept popping up. I was curious about who this Brent Best character was. How badass could he be to be better than the also new to me Ryan Adams. Previous to DBT, I was listening to Raffi and Laurie Berkner. But Ryan Adams had a rep. from Whiskeytown, and he got press. And if Jenn" says he's better, he must be. But I dragged my feet. I didn't check out Slobberbone. I saw Dime in the Gutter rave about the Drams Jubilee Dive and checked that out first. It's the first and only album of a post breakup Slobberbone minus their bass player Brian effin' Lane and with a couple a great guys Chad and Keith (glossary accd'g to wiki) and Brian called The Drams Brent's Big Star (also wiki). I'm not good with line-ups and facts, all's I know is The Drams are poppy and gorgeous and beautiful.
BUT THEY'RE NOT SLOBBERBONE...
OK OK, thank you for indulging me in my Truckers rambling on and traumas from days gone by and some lurking and looming in the not not so distant past, but Slobberbone is a drinking band, so don't mind me whilst I crack a cold one.
I am the luckiest girl in the world. I live in Dallas, Texas. I can see Brent Best, the lead singer songwriter for Slobberbone, nowadays probably once a week if I want. But in 2009, he and Slobberbone were reuniting, and I was going to the Barley House in early February to see night 2 of said reunion. I still hadn't really heard much Slobberbone, but my dear friends of 9B had talked them up enough. And Tequila Cowboy did ensure I had heard a few tracks before the show. So I go and I meet FNW for the first time, thanks Cotter for realizing we lived in the same zipcode. We proceed to see hours of rock show goodness and happiness with bad sight lines and decent sound.
Jess Barr on the Gold guitar, cigarette constantly burning, one finger in the air, shredding solos
Brian Effin Lane, the world's tallest bass player and sing the hell outta back up on "Gimme Back My Dog" or pull out a stand up bass and bow for Little Drunk Fists (that was another show, but still)
Tony Parker, who risked taking a pee break mid set knowing that Brent Best would start an impromptu singalong about said pee break, kick ass drummer
and of Centro Matic Scotty Danbom and his expensive haircut playing keys...or fiddle if you're lucky
It was legendary. Lodi to Cinnamon Girl to Meltdown. 15 minutes of Haze of Drink...
It was my first DBT show feeling all over again...
and Brent Best is funny and adorable and writes better than Ryan Adams...for sure.and his gruffly sweet singing and strumming endear the listener. For me it's for life.
Then my world crashed in three days later, my daughter almost died. I sat in the ICU waiting room and listened to "Everything You Thought Was Right Was Wrong Today"...for weeks.
Lord I'm only just one man...hey baby, it's the end of the world, have a good time...we've all missed the prom still we're used to this dance...it was mine before you'd hound me and bound me, ground me, then pound me...gimme back my dog...direction's just an arrow, not a place to reside, but none of that crap means squat alone on a Sunday night...
the Kevin Kerby penned "Josephine" epic lament of love lost and never recovered, the loverly Lazy Guy with Patterson chiming in, Why Don't You Try?...
they've all got holes to plug, she's a shovel in your hands,she's a pail of sand, someone you once dug...and he flashed a smile at me then he drove straight off the road...Just a letter from this house you once blessed
Where I'm still waiting for the forwarding address, Just a note from the past we once shared, Where I'm still waiting on a present from the future to get me there...I saw that girl you used to know at the other end of the bar, I never thought she'd ever get that far, She said you two were through, it seemed you were driving for different things
I said I understood, I've wrecked that car...
So start there, then get Barrel Chested, Crow Pot Pie, Slippage, and see them live. Trust me... between the drunk songs about fuckin up there's also stories of real people, with real problems, and murder, and abuse, and dark times, and love won and lost...it's that uplifting ness amongst the fuckity...
Brent Best wants to do a Last Waltz style show in Denton, TX one day with all our heroes. I sure hope it happens.
He just sang a love song called "Horsefly"at the last solo acoustic set I saw that is gorgeous and he has more new story songs along the lines of "Billy Pritchard" "engine Joe" folks surrounded by sadness and despair, that you can't look away from, and cringe, and can't wait to hear again. There's too much to go through. Too much to love.
p.s. Tilt-a- whirl will light your hair on fire...
my computer's all fuckt up, someone post a pic of patterson and bb hugging or something...
and I don't like being told what to do
but I hope you will read my adoring and slightly boring write-up about Slobberbone. This is a band, I tell you, you must listen to them.
I am an idiot. I spent my formative years in Austin Texas going to dance clubs and listening to hip hop. I would read the weekly paper and see Slobberbone in the show listings and grin and think to myself, "What a great name..." and never go check them out.
I was introduced to Drive-By Truckers by my then husband back in 2006. I was pregnant and struggling and "gravity is gone" and "world of hurt" and "feb. 14" spoke to me. Circumstances were difficult for the next couple years, but I saw my first DBT show in fall 2008. I saw Fool No Where rocking out, though I didn't know him, and thought, "Wow. He's a fan". By the end of the show I was enchanted with the band. I was high on the Rock Show for months. It was literally all I could talk about every night. So I found ninebullets.org, and waited 3 weeks for approval. I lurked and got to "know" the members. I saw Jenn B's avatar, "Ryan Adams ain't no Brent Best" and I researched.
Then getting into the "Listening" Thread, that band Slobberbone kept popping up. I was curious about who this Brent Best character was. How badass could he be to be better than the also new to me Ryan Adams. Previous to DBT, I was listening to Raffi and Laurie Berkner. But Ryan Adams had a rep. from Whiskeytown, and he got press. And if Jenn" says he's better, he must be. But I dragged my feet. I didn't check out Slobberbone. I saw Dime in the Gutter rave about the Drams Jubilee Dive and checked that out first. It's the first and only album of a post breakup Slobberbone minus their bass player Brian effin' Lane and with a couple a great guys Chad and Keith (glossary accd'g to wiki) and Brian called The Drams Brent's Big Star (also wiki). I'm not good with line-ups and facts, all's I know is The Drams are poppy and gorgeous and beautiful.
BUT THEY'RE NOT SLOBBERBONE...
OK OK, thank you for indulging me in my Truckers rambling on and traumas from days gone by and some lurking and looming in the not not so distant past, but Slobberbone is a drinking band, so don't mind me whilst I crack a cold one.
I am the luckiest girl in the world. I live in Dallas, Texas. I can see Brent Best, the lead singer songwriter for Slobberbone, nowadays probably once a week if I want. But in 2009, he and Slobberbone were reuniting, and I was going to the Barley House in early February to see night 2 of said reunion. I still hadn't really heard much Slobberbone, but my dear friends of 9B had talked them up enough. And Tequila Cowboy did ensure I had heard a few tracks before the show. So I go and I meet FNW for the first time, thanks Cotter for realizing we lived in the same zipcode. We proceed to see hours of rock show goodness and happiness with bad sight lines and decent sound.
Jess Barr on the Gold guitar, cigarette constantly burning, one finger in the air, shredding solos
Brian Effin Lane, the world's tallest bass player and sing the hell outta back up on "Gimme Back My Dog" or pull out a stand up bass and bow for Little Drunk Fists (that was another show, but still)
Tony Parker, who risked taking a pee break mid set knowing that Brent Best would start an impromptu singalong about said pee break, kick ass drummer
and of Centro Matic Scotty Danbom and his expensive haircut playing keys...or fiddle if you're lucky
It was legendary. Lodi to Cinnamon Girl to Meltdown. 15 minutes of Haze of Drink...
It was my first DBT show feeling all over again...
and Brent Best is funny and adorable and writes better than Ryan Adams...for sure.and his gruffly sweet singing and strumming endear the listener. For me it's for life.
Then my world crashed in three days later, my daughter almost died. I sat in the ICU waiting room and listened to "Everything You Thought Was Right Was Wrong Today"...for weeks.
Lord I'm only just one man...hey baby, it's the end of the world, have a good time...we've all missed the prom still we're used to this dance...it was mine before you'd hound me and bound me, ground me, then pound me...gimme back my dog...direction's just an arrow, not a place to reside, but none of that crap means squat alone on a Sunday night...
the Kevin Kerby penned "Josephine" epic lament of love lost and never recovered, the loverly Lazy Guy with Patterson chiming in, Why Don't You Try?...
they've all got holes to plug, she's a shovel in your hands,she's a pail of sand, someone you once dug...and he flashed a smile at me then he drove straight off the road...Just a letter from this house you once blessed
Where I'm still waiting for the forwarding address, Just a note from the past we once shared, Where I'm still waiting on a present from the future to get me there...I saw that girl you used to know at the other end of the bar, I never thought she'd ever get that far, She said you two were through, it seemed you were driving for different things
I said I understood, I've wrecked that car...
So start there, then get Barrel Chested, Crow Pot Pie, Slippage, and see them live. Trust me... between the drunk songs about fuckin up there's also stories of real people, with real problems, and murder, and abuse, and dark times, and love won and lost...it's that uplifting ness amongst the fuckity...
Brent Best wants to do a Last Waltz style show in Denton, TX one day with all our heroes. I sure hope it happens.
He just sang a love song called "Horsefly"at the last solo acoustic set I saw that is gorgeous and he has more new story songs along the lines of "Billy Pritchard" "engine Joe" folks surrounded by sadness and despair, that you can't look away from, and cringe, and can't wait to hear again. There's too much to go through. Too much to love.
p.s. Tilt-a- whirl will light your hair on fire...
my computer's all fuckt up, someone post a pic of patterson and bb hugging or something...
We're all learning a lot from you every day.