We’re playing on local Southern Illinois community radio station WDBX tonight. You can presumably listen to it online, but I’m not feeling terrific about the prospect so I’m not even going to encourage you to. Marshall and I both have this weird asthma/allergy thing going on that makes singing super frustrating, and I’ve never played on the radio before so I’m a bit jittery. Performing live onstage is no longer anxiety-inducing in the least for me, but the sheer newness of a radio performance has got me a mite wound up. But! It is a small, dinky radio station and no one will be listening anyway, probably. That’s not entirely true but I’m going to tell myself that. Anyway, we’re playing during the 8:00-10:00 p.m. show, and we’ll probably get rolling around 8:30.
I found an internet stick! Obviously, my access is super limited and I can’t do a whole lot (also, I can only use it for the next few days), but you guys! I have been completely without cell phone service and internet for the past two weeks-ish! Gaaaahhh! (Actually, it’s been kind of nice.)
So here’s the sitch: I have been playing music nonstop with my old college chum, Marshall, in Carbondale, IL. He and his dad are letting me live in their cellar and play in the Bone Dry River Band with them. We arrived here in the middle of a practice, and I played shows on each of the next five nights (which was exhausting!). There is a really high concentration of talented bluegrass/folk/Americana players in this area, and everyone is super supportive of each other rather than competitive. I made dozens of invaluable connections almost instantly. After years of being pretty directionless and lazy with my music, it’s nice to have a clear focus.
Marshall and I call ourselves “The Voyageurs,” and I’m lazy so I’m just going to yoink the description from our Facebook page, which you should “Like”:
Taking their name from the 19th century traders who braved the wild Mississippi River to bring goods to New Orleans, the Voyageurs aspire to capture the feel of America past and present, from the rocky shores of St. Louis to the muddy Delta.
We spent a couple of hours in the studio on Sunday recording a quick demo to hand out to some of the local venues. You can listen to and download that here. Everything but Bessie Smith’s old tune “Muddy Water” is original.
Not to plug myself too heavily, but if you could share/like this post, we need all the exposure we can get! And if you have any suggestions or feedback, pass ‘em my way.