We can’t all come from Connersville. Indiana is not big enough. We’d all
have to have been born there, to have the sleepiness cleared from our newborn
eyes, to have stared in wonder while a Middle American doctor slaps our
bottoms, crying, being breastfed from the red tractors and green, green
grass of home, to have spent our childhoods playing with barn cats and
endless blue skies, expecting square deals and wolfing down home cooking
cooked (and sometimes burned, for who among us are perfect?) in blackened
pots inherited from grandma.
The best bands are travel writers. Through their music and their words we
are brought, beyond our will, thank goodness, to places where true love
sometimes dies, where our darkness becomes our better half, where we
betray the ones who trusted us, where we are scorned and scorn back, and
where all that we once sought with such assured fury throws the last
shovel-full of earth into our graves.
Heartbreak Orchestra is one of those bands.
Cello and guitar, voice and reply, tambourine and mandolin, harmonica like
a troubled conscience — all bubble and froth and simmer and flame into
a country blues early era rock-n-roll with a symphonic twist. They paid
their dues. Here is their music.
We can’t all come from Connersville. But now we can pretend we did.
— Josh Dubrow, 2007
Hope all is well Great page here:) Sometimes we need just a little Sunshine in our lives. That is why I am wishing, on each and every calendar day, for smiles and sunshine to come your way! Thanks for the add Peace and love J.
We were playing last night at The RUmba, otherwise I would have been at Victorian's to see your guitar playing with a baby belly. I am sure you had a blast! Hope to see you guys soon! MISSMOLLY
