James, AKA "Is he still bitch squealing?" Green: Guitar and vocals---
Louisa AKA, "Sharp Shooter" Green: Vocals, recorder---
Matt, AKA "Shotgun Mike": Lead Guitar---
Kevin, AKA "Kenny McChesney": Drums---
Reece, AKA "Reece, no I don't care how you say it": Fiddle---
David, AKA "The Dudes Dude"---
Geoffrey, AKA "What's his name again?": Steel Guitar---
R.I.P; Sam, AKA "Ram Sexford": Bass---
Influences
Mimi and Richard Farinia, the Foxgloves Family, Gram Parsons and Emmylou Harris, Kate Wolf, Kitty Wells, Riders in the Sky, coffee, booze, George Jones, traveling, making love, Ian and Sylvia, Townes VanZandt, Hank Williams, the Carter Family, the album of Merle Haggard and Bonnie Owens singing together, and Woodstock.
Sounds Like
Sounds like post beatnick folk music. Like when folk music started to discover LSD but before it got too psychadelic. So, more like the Farinia's and less like the New Modal Wranglers. Really sweet and simple loves songs, with homespun songwriting and Carter Family style harmonies. Basically, we just want people to hear our songs and then have the uncontrollable urge make out.
James and Louisa love each other very much and when two people love each other, something very special happens. They make a baby, and that baby is you, Sweetbriar.
Sweetbriar sounds kind of like if the Newport Folk Festival had taken place at the Grand Ole' Opry. Sweetbrair makes you want to cry, make out, and take your shoes off all at the same time.
Every time that we listen & write music... play an instrument... sing & dance... act in a play... or work in some audio/image/video engineering process... something is healing inside...
When we share it with friends... something is healing all over...
cada vez que escuchamos o escribimos musica... tocamos un instrumento... cantamos y bailamos... o trabajamos en procesos de ingenieria de audio/imagen/video.... algo se sana por dentro...
Cuando lo compartimos con amigos... algo se sana en todas partes...
El Amor puede conducir... de manera simple... todo...
I saw the river playing in the valley Rushing 'round a bend and skipping stones I saw the meadow wobble in the moonlight I've come to get my girl and take her home
Her doorbell plays a bar of Stephen Foster Her sister never left and look what it cost her We're gonna live in Nashville and I'll make a career Out of writing sad songs and getting paid by the tear
Marry me and leave Kentucky Come to Tennessee 'Cause you're the only ten I see You're the only ten I see
I've looked through offices and honky-tonks for men man enough to be Mr. and Mrs. Tennessee Mr. and Mrs. Tennessee
Punk rock died when the first kid said "Punk's not dead, punk's not dead" You know Louisville is death, we've got to up and move Because the dead do not improve
Goodbye you suckers and steady bad luckers We're off to the land of club soda unbridled We're off to the land of hot middle-aged women Off tot he land whose blood runneth orange
Marry me and leave Kentucky Come to Tennessee 'Cause you're the only ten I see You're the only ten I see
I've looked through offices and honky-tonks for men man enough to be Mr. and Mrs. Tennessee Mr. and Mrs. Tennessee
Wow, if Moldy Peaches had cared more they could have sounded like this.
So Fucking beautiful is so fucking beautiful. Guess you've heard that one before.
I'm glad my 11,111:th friend is from San Francisco/Oakland. I've been to SF once and I liked the tinyness of it, the street cars, the walking distances and the stunning views. You're lucky to live there.
May all your days be gold / E from Transmissionplot
Thank you for the friendship, we are honoured! ~Drop on by anytime for some moonshine & music~ Anyway, just thought we'd holler at ya and say hi. Hi! And thanks. Thanks! ever your friends, the Appalachian Roots, Rock & Blues Society
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