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Artist description
An old lady, some books, some guitars, some coffee, dsl, and her past. |
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Music Style
Torchy Americana Roots |
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Musical Influences
Nina Simone, Diamanda Galas, Tom Waits,June Carter Cash |
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Similar Artists
Not an easy question. |
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Artist History
Well ive been hanging around in my room like this, reading, writing & singing oh, for about 15 years. Assisted in various underground projects here & there when i felt like leaving the house. Sometimes i cook cornbread & pies for my friends instead of practicing my guitar licks, and im a good babysitter. |
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Group Members
Just me. |
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Instruments
guitar |
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Albums
American Heartache--Hot Pearl Button--Tiarra/Sofa (Single)---Clean White Bed |
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Press Reviews
Right from the beginning I am captivated by the complicated plucks of guitar, and their recalling (for me, at least) the beautiful outcroppings of David Grubbs’ able-hands. Then, a deep voice like whiskey-stained butterscotch candies, but back in their wrapper only half-sucked, Tracy Snow laments the burial and reburial of cultural artifacts, who to some may have lost meaning but still the source of all goodness lie inside their cast aside remnants, as if memories themselves cannot grasp this alone, Tracy Snow fiercely suggests that music in the light of evil can perhaps intone triumph. If she dies, you die. The Beatles: “She said… I know what it’s like to be dead, I know what it is to be sad and it’s making me feel like I’ve never been born.” Reversal of life-form consciousness, and still – a guitar, passionately strummed, further into the march of old mining towns, torn by the love of prostitutes and gunmen, she leaves you alone with dirty words. I hit play again. “Dirty Atoms.” We are all just dead stars, the theories go, just a bunch of dirty atoms, eh? Socked in hatred, slavery, madcap hilarity, and slurpees spilt on innocent’s heads; the clear essence of evil is within each and every one of us, because we are made of these atoms. Tracy’s singing and intent is clear in the magic of her voice; I can barely understand the words not because they aren’t clear (and shouldn’t be any clearer!) but because the emotion of their cadence captures me more than anything she has to say would. The bits and phrases I do pick up only confirm the emotion behind them. Dirty atoms attach themselves to pity. To disbelief. That sounds like me.d. Taylor Singletary www.godsofmusic.com |
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Additional Info
Promotional trinkets? Balloon or lollypop? |
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Location
Atlanta, GA - USA |
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