So--where were you those first few harrowing years of the 21st century? Sycamore Smith was kicking a bass drum and kazooing his nuts off as one-half of the Michigan folk-punk duo "the Muldoons." That band broke up, so now Mr. Smith strums his guitar, blows his kazoo and warbles his tunes all by his lonesome. But really--who cares about the music? Lyrics have always been Smith's forte, and his scribblings focus on the gruesomely funny exploits of dip-shit characters whose twisted histories unfold over the course of countless interconnected songs. Sycamore Smith has released four solo EPs since 2005. These recordings have been described as "dream-like," but only by Sycamore himself. And he qualifies that by adding, "These are the kinds of dreams you might have if you ate your own foot before going to sleep."
[Article by R. S. Shitmaycome of Pike City, Michigan]
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Bonjour Sycamore Thanks for the friendly add I like your good and interesting sounds Best wishes from France (Follow me on twitter.com/pascal95 ) Pascal
I heard my girl's path crossed into yours. or tangled. Here is the video with somewhat more acceptable audio flaws. I strive not for perfection, just to strive another day. Sláinte!
Hope all is swell. Look forward to our next tangle. - joel
I love Hokum All Ye Faithful. Last year at a show in Saginaw you had finished your set when the grungy proletarian behind the bar hollered, "I'll pay you 5 bucks to play Hokum All Ye Faithful!" Then you played it, turned down the money, but proceeded still with your spare change cup. So here's some belated praise for that.
Froth flows from mouths muttering maniacal admittances. The south is slowly stuttering what I would call dimwittedness. (My terrible attempt to compose limerick style shit under 5 lines. YO) .. I enjoy the new recordings of old songs.
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