Jamie (me), Scott Lindsey, Brendan Hayden, and some other people sometimes. You never know. ... whenever one or more are gathered....
Influences
joy, love, abundance, poverty, anger, skepticism, growing up in a repressive, fat and lazy, redneck shit-hole of a town, obsession, hero worship, passion, truth, good people, real friends, danger, natural beauty, wood, stone, trees, kids, water, ships, butterflies, rainbows, goats, drama, trauma, crazy grandpa and crazy grandma, kites, home births and mid-wives, apple computers, hardwood floors that give off splinters, skateboards, punk rock, new mexico and old mexico, balkan brass band music, johns: fante, fahey and prine, new physics, old psychics, analog tape machines, shane deleon, thelonious, extreme love, devastating heartbreak, debt, open tunings, woodwinds, friends forever, larry yes, the rolling stones, the roland chorus-echo, rahsaan roland kirk, the barn, all the lords of howling, all the art of flying, tight beautiful vocal harmonies, harmony, mr. show, preacher's kidness, bones, elephants, culhane, ptolemy, jabes, marquee moon, jacob needleman and sfsu, kgnu, kvcu, taxi driving, bill brooks, bowie, souled american, bill monroe, sonic youth, savage republic, camper van beethoven, mission of burma, sleep, oaxaca, merida, and tulum with d for sure, vitamin c, depression, joy, fear, sex or lack thereof, health insurance or want thereof, the pedal steel guitar, confusion, rollerball, vi foot sloth, d. biddle, todd costanza and granfaloon bus, 1988, freedom, love, evol, pigeons, mexican dogs, space heaters, space stations, space, the akg 414, richard and linda thompson, my eternal crush on lucinda williams, eugene chadbourne, amy goodman, being an anarchist trapped in a capitalist's body, women, beautiful women, my beautiful woman, love, death, art, poverty, art poverty, folk music, noise folk music, most music, swannfest, the indian summers in boulder, colorado, at grant place, terrifying leaps, stunning possibilities, and the copy of the remastered Beggars Banquet that Jeff gave me for my birthday, and the version of "Blue Eyes Cryin' In The Rain" by Souled American.
Dang Head is Jamie Smith (and whomever else shows up), a former member of Denver's d.biddle, a former member of New Mexico's the Lords of Howling, and a former member of San Francisco's Granfaloon Bus, and an occasional collaborator with Portland, OR, outfits Rollerball and the VI Foot Sloth, New Mexico's the Art of Flying, and Denver's A Dog Paloma and Porlolo.
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Folk-grounded exuberance with startling elements of random noise
might best describe Nounsville, the fifteen-song offering from
Montana transplant J-ME Smith, aka Dang Head. Fans of musical
deconstruction could argue that the ornery fella is merely skippin'
down the junkyard path of poetic stray animals with a butterfly net
-- and they'd be right. But the critters, duly nabbed (with the help
of a few long-lost members from Questa, New Mexico's Lords of
Howling), deserve a zoo of their own, and they get one on Smith's
homegrown Discobolus imprint. It's an arresting batch of enjoyable
songs, all right, strewn with dadaist humor, the occasional broken
instrument and that unique mix of blessings an curses that can't help
but glitter in the dust. --Westword
A show! Send us the new album already. Jesus, your fans are wanting a sip of your special blend. Love you and there is snow in Portland today. Yeah. Jed got busted for stealing christmas tree boughs at the bar last night. Pretty much the same as always. Merry Merry Christmas to all a good night.
Now, don't crowd me, lady Or I'll fill up your shoe I'm a sweet bourbon daddy An' tonight I am blue I'm a thousand years old And I'm a generous bomb I'm T-boned and punctured I been known to be calm
Doing great - and thank you for shining your light on the Pink Widower - I've hardly played anything else since I left L-ville. Going to see them play today!
