BRIAN WRIGHT- Guitar, Vocals, Piano, Mandolin, Harmonica
JASON "ACE" GONZALES- Guitar, Lap Steel, Banjo, Mandolin
FIL KROHNENGOLD- Piano, Organ, Accordian, Guitar, Vocals
THE DEACON- Drums, Percussion, Windsor Knots
WILL GOLDEN- Bass, Tambourine, Motivational Speeches
MICHAEL STARR- Fiddle/Violin/Viola
HONORARY TRAGEDIES (When we can get 'em)
JOE PURDY- Vocals, Guitar, Mandolin
KEVIN LACEY- upright bass
SALLY JAYE- Vocals, Guitar, Mandolin
CATHERINE FEENY- Vocals
SODA- The world and everything in it.
Influences
Bob Dylan, Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson, The Boss, The Stanley Brothers, The Louvin Brothers, The Brothers Grimm, Dire Straits "Brothers in Arms", Cary Brothers, Dr. Joyce Brothers, The Rolling Stones, The Beatles, The Velvet Underground, Velvet Jones, Tim Jones, Jim Jones, Grace Jones, Indiana Jones, Black Belt Jones, Ninjas (mostly just movies about entertheninjareturnoftheninjathreeninjastmnt...) Bill Hicks, Lenny Bruce, Bruce Dern, Bruce Lee (not a ninja), Mike Bloomfield, Paul Butterfield, Mrs. Butterworth, Mrs. Fields, Butterbean, Aunt Bea, ANDY GRIFFITH, Leadbelly, George Carlin, George Washington, George Foreman, John Quincy Adams, Quincy, John Wilkes Booth, Powers Booth, Power wheels, power ballads, murder ballads, murderball, powerball, horse power, a man called horse, a horse with no name, neil young, neil diamond, genuflecting, reflecting, reflections, reflexes, reflux, influx, flux capacitors, capacities, liars, thieves, poets, backstabbers, naysayers, serpents, Axl Rose, Rose's Pawn Shop, pawn shop guitars, ET, Earnest Tubb, Earnest Mitchell, Elliot Smith, Elliot Salters, Saltines, Elvis, Elvis Costello, Elvez, Thai Elvis, That guy at the soda show dressed as elvis, Soda and His Million Piece Band, Sodapop, Pony Boy, Darry, Two-Bit, Steve, Buck Merrill, Johnny, DALLAS WINSTON, The Falls County, Mclennan County, and Los Angeles County Police departments, Hot Rods, Rumbles, The Wrong side of the tracks, Trains, Training Wheels, Hot Wheels, He-Man, Superman, The Fonz, Sly Stallone, Sly and the Family Stone, Wilco, Gillian Welch, David Rawlings, Emmylou Harris, Jake "the Snake" Roberts, Charlie Parker, Charlie Watts, Charlie Brown, Charlie the Dog, Charlie Turner, Charles Lindberg, Charles "chuck" Norris, Charles "chuck" Taylor, Chapa, Chopin, buddy, buddy vass, buddy huffman, Jim Brown, Jim Bianco, Jimmy Walker, Walker Texas Ranger,Jimmy Page, John Bonham, Joe Purdy, Joe Jackson, Michael Jackson, Randy, Marlon, Tito, keenan ivory, Janet, Latoya, Smokey Robinson and the Miracles, Marvin Gaye, the four tops, the four seasons, The fairfield four, the Chicago Seven, the mc5, Spore 333, earthquakes, fires, floods, rent, gasoline, vaseline, the vaselines, nectarines, guarine, Guyana, kool aid, gatorade, lemonade, farm aid, farmer's daughter's, daughters of charity, sisters of mercy, prince of peace, Principle, Principals, principles, Sam and Dave, Billie Holliday, Billie Dee Williams,Don Williams, Billie Jean King, Martin Luther King, King Diamond, Diamond David Lee Roth, John Prine, Dr. John, Dr. Feelgood, Tommy Lee, Tom McRae, Tom Thumb, thumbwrestling, .....
Really it's most heavily influenced by Andy Griffith, and Dallas Winston and the line we walk between them. Thats why they get all caps.
Oh, and Burt Reynolds
There are musicians in America now who have taken off for unexplored
territory, land once staked out by the greats from our past: Woody
Guthrie, Bob Dylan, Lou Reed, Neil Young, Bruce Springsteen and other
less-famous names. These new songwriters aren't there to grab headlines
or fill the pages of meaningless magazines. They are there to write and
sing their songs, living words that come to them sometimes in a hurry
and sometimes in a haze. And at a time when the music business itself
seems lost in a spiraling fog of self-declared importance and
self-fulfilling decay, these new singers are actually saviors of the
sounds we love so much. Without them, it might be hard to find our way
out of the ninety-nine cent download, and even harder to care whether
the world of music even continues.
Make no mistake: there is a small army of musicians who care enough
about their calling to gamble their future on it. The singers and
songwriters, guitarists and drummers, drive around the country playing
wherever they find an audience. Some nights they may connect with
thousands, others with ten. What matters most is their pursuit of the
sound they hear in their hearts and in their minds. Today, when too much
space is spent talking about what is going to happen to the music
business, Brian Wright and the Waco Tragedies are like thieves in the
night, sneaking into town to steal the thunder right out from under the
media glare of despair. With their new album Bluebird, released on the
new Breakout Music label, the group is poised to plant a flag in their
Los Angeles home that this is one band who isn't prepared to settle for
less than greatness. The way they make that claim is at the heart of
their strength.
These are musicians who respect the boundaries of music, and then go
about messing them up every chance they get. While some might try to
collar them with an alternative country tag, that would be a big
mistake, because Wright and the Waco Tragedies are at heart a band with
a ton of country influences, sure, but with a rock & roll heart all the
way through. Much of that has to do with attitude as much as altitude.
The group plays with an aggressive edge even when they're quiet, like
they're trying to take the music as far as they can even if it gets
twisted into a brand new shape. The album opener, "Over and Again,"
begins mildly, but it isn't long before the ghost of the Velvet
Underground is knocking on its door with an experimental edge impossible
to ignore. Every song on Bluebird has the same creative streak. Sparked
by Wright's lyrical precision and endless imagination, this is music
that dares listeners not to pay attention.
Wright's first album, Dog Ears, was a first step towards making
Bluebird. Recorded in just three days at the Wagon Wheel studio in North
Hollywood, Wright and the Waco Tragedies new album is like a promise
fulfilled. "I had the guys I wanted, and I'd been touring a lot on my
own, so when I got home and went in the studio with the band, we were
really ready," Wright says. "The setting was perfect. The studio is in
somebody's house. Almost everyone was in the same room. We put the amps
in the kitchen and the drums in the bedroom. We'd record then play it
back and there was the song, just like we wanted. We did the album in
two days, but I'd forgotten some songs, so we went back in one more day
and did some more. And that was it. Day three made the record."
Sometimes knowing when something is finished is the most important fact
of all. Brian Wright and the Waco Tragedies knew their Bluebird album
was finished on that third day. And now, with its release and a national
tour about to start, their new life is just beginning.
Who are Brian Wright and the Waco Tragedies? They are men like you and me, unless you are a woman, in which case they are different, though not better. They play music. They do this with their hands and faces and feet and sometimes with their chins and knees. All parts are available to serve if required. The Waco Tragedies are, as a group, shorter than the Brian Wright who leads them, and this is only fitting, if not actually true. Once, in a midnight raid upon the villain's outpost, one of the Tragedies was nearly shot and killed. Brian Wright lept into action-- he was like lightning, but deadly quiet. His knife gleamed in the moonlight, and then found its sheath in the black heart of a bad man. It was a harrowing time, but God was on the side of the Tragedies once again. Horses like to have blankets; in this respect they are like pigs, and humans. No one should ever shout too loudly in the presence of the Alps. It could fall on you and crush you like a twig. Brian Wright and the Waco Tragedies are waiting to do the same thing to you, the listener. Go ahead, listener, please, call out, yell, scream-- it will be our pleasure. Music is a good thing for everyone to have on their head. What, do you not believe?
Toward the Earth
By Ben Loory
A woman fell out of a plane, and she opened her arms and flew.
A goose appeared from behind a cloud.
"What are you?" he asked, gazing at the woman in amazement.
"I'm a human being," said the woman, flapping her arms.
"No you're not," said the goose. "Human beings can't fly. So you can't be one."
"But I am," said the woman, "I am a human being!"
And just then she started to fall.
The goose flew down after her plummeting form.
"Deny it!" he yelled. "Say you're something else! Something that can fly!"
But the woman only smiled.
"I'm a human being," she yelled up to the little goose, as she crossed her arms over her chest, "and this is how we fly."
And onward she fell, toward the earth.
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Hoping that the US tour is going well, winning you hundreds and thousands of new fans, and than somewhere, sometime, a few of them will turn up in a false beard. I know I keep mine at hand at all times for emergencies...
Brian you rocked out in Nashville on Aug. 10th! I am glad I came out that night to see Tony Lucca who I have been a fan of since I was 14 and he was on "that show" lol. But, you were awesome...loved it!!! You guys come back to Nashville soon!!
Thx 4 the add! I saw you Tuesday at The Basement in Columbus and I was totally amazed by your music. I absolutely loved listening to you! I bought 2 of your cd's that night and haven't stopped listening to them!!
Here's to Bernadette Peters!!! Thanks for bein' so cool! I'll see ya somewhere again down the road, until then "Stay True To The Dream!" and next time I'll bring a ton of chicks! ;] Thanks Man!
