Faulkner, Wm. Gay, Steinbeck, Cormac, Bukowski, Graham Greene, Gore Vidal, Ed Abbey, Hammett, Asimov, Germino, Hadley, Malcolm Holcolm, Tom House, Olney, Sam Baker, Kieran Kane, Kevin Welch.
Dustin Welch was born on a cold Winter Solstice in a haunted plantation house on the grounds of a Tennessee horse farm. His birthroom was heated by a red-hot $80 tin stove that burned whatever deadwood trees his dad could drag out of the woods by tractor and chains. He was the first born son of a first born son. His mother was the daughter of an Indian Princess, and the grand-daughter of one of the last living original members of the Osage Tribe. That very night his father made a silent promise, a sacred promise, that the boy would have a mandolin on his fifth birthday. Five years later, almost to the day, his father sat in the early evening hours with the legendary songwriter Harlan Howard, talking about the upcoming Christmas holidays, and saying goodbye to each other till the New Year came. Harlan was a rich man, rich in heart and soul, and he said goodbye to the young father and left him alone in the giant publishing house. The father had not a penny to his name and the promise of the mandolin was weighing heavy on his heart. Finally, he dragged himself together and made his way down to the front door, where the receptionist was turning off the lights and locking up. She said that Harlan had left something for him and handed him an envelope. Inside were three crisp one hundred dollar bills. The boy got his mandolin, and the rest of the story just tumbles along like that.
Raised among the sons and daughters of songwriters, fiddle players, guitarists, banjo dobro piano players, publishers, song pluggers, hippie kids from Gaskin's Farm, painters, pot throwers, and potgrowers, he drank deep. They all drank deep. His 10th birthday presents included a cassette tape of Merle Haggard's Greatest Hits. As the friends grew up together, they had the distinct advantage of often being able to ask, if they wanted to, how to do things from the very people who were making the records they were listening to. One kid band led to another, with second generation kids like Justin Earle, son of Steve, and Travis Nicholson, son of Gary, and Cary Ann Hearst, the girl kid down the street who grew into an astonishing writer and singer. The moms and dads attended their gigs with the same devotion with which they had come to their Little League ball games. Probably inspired largely by his early exposure to Bela Fleck's evolutionary approach to the banjo, Dustin began devising a unique style of his own. Bare-fingered, open tuning, Appalachian flavored grooves and melodies coupled with literate lyrics, strange and beautiful, and the songs kept coming. He wrote them by himself, he wrote them with friends, relatives, the friends of relatives....
One evening in 2006, he was playing in the house band for a tribute to Townes Van Zandt at the venerable old Belcourt Theater in Nashville. The drummer that night was Ken Coomer from Wilco, who told him that he knew a band in San Diego who was looking for a guy like him. Within a week he flew out for an audition and didn't go home for 6 months, touring with the Scotch Greens all over the US and Europe, opening for acts like Reverend Horton Heat and Flogging Molly, playing disciplined slamming shows night after night. Then they embarked on the dreaded Warped Tour, a grueling deep summer, black-top circus of all out days and all night drives. It was classic. They lived. They died. They burned everything to the ground. By now Dustin had relocated to Austin, where he now resides. The songs keep coming, and one thing keeps leading to another....
“…he’s assembled a new band that oozes more chemistry than the Periodic Table… It’s Americana with a bruised black eye.” Dante Dominick, Austin Music + Entertainment Magazine issue 11.
Soon Dustin expects to release his debut record “Whisky Priest”, which offers a mix of Roots Rock, Progressive Songwriting, and Complete Artistry. The diverse delivery of this young artist keeps the audiences hanging on every word.
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Michael
Hello, it's me, Ruby Jane.To those who don't know me, I am a 14 year old fiddler, songwriter. I have some songs posted that are fresh out of the studio. Let me know if you like the new songs..be one of the first to hear, even before they are released!Thanks! new videos too! Ruby Jane
hey bro, it was good talkin to ya.you also need to watch your back, i may be comin to get you!!! love ya brother, give my best to Ray Wylie & Judy and all, Germino, and of course Kevin. hope to see ya'll real soon. God Bless ya'll!!!
