By Lee Waites
So I walked in the door...Oh Boy! A package... I still get excited about new music. Matt told me he was going to send me his new CD, says it has some of our local musicians on it. I told him how much I detest most music reviews, how they're usually some kind of pissing, some clever attempt to put a writer's mark on the music. Or they're fluffed up fodder for the press release. I'm just irritated by them, most of the time, and a little evil voice reads them in my head, mockingly. So, I recommend you click on your evil voice, even though this is "Not A Music Review!"
The Matt Woods Manifesto is pumping into my ears as I write...kind of country, kind of fast, clean. I'm eating a freshly cut slice of vodka soaked watermelon and many very attractive, modernly sexy, still so Southern women are dancing. Sometimes we're in a field, then we stroll into the shade of the woods. The air smells like cut grass.
In our Facebook message conversation, yes, we met on Facebook, and it was lovely, Matt told me who was on the album. He knows my passion is for local music. And he gave me my reason. Some of our local talent has gone and dun did get on here, Sue Nuckols, doing some fiddling, Jay Taylor banjo-ing, and Sarah Green on the washboard.
I'm there! Barns, ladies, beer & whiskey, foothills, old cars, open fire energy.
Now the ladies are handing me beers in thick brown bottles, everyone is laughing and having fun. The air is sepia-tone. I feel like doing a little dance by the freshly made fire. In truth, I feel like drinking whiskey and dancing with one of these imaginary ladies in my head. Let's face it Matt, you make me want to get drunk!
The album is The Matt Woods Manifesto.
Thanks for sending me your CD Mr. Matt. It makes a verb of the word "party."
Matt will be playing at Sipsey Tavern on May 28th.
Click here: Check him out and make up your own freakin' mind. BFP Music illuminates, we trust in you.
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