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Calendar

12/14/2019

Mix

7pm - 9pm

Marshall NC

Event Details

12/14/2019

Mix

w/ Hannah Kaminer

7pm - 9pm

Marshall NC

12/28/2019

Waller's Coffee Shop

7pm - 10pm

Decatur GA

Event Details

12/28/2019

Waller's Coffee Shop

w/ Adam Klein

7pm - 10pm

Decatur GA

01/04/2020

Innovation Station

7pm - 9pm

Dillsboro NC

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01/04/2020

Innovation Station

7pm - 9pm

Dillsboro NC

01/15/2020

Stage Door Theater

7:30pm - 10pm

Charlotte NC

Event Details

01/15/2020

Stage Door Theater

w/ Chris Smither

7:30pm - 10pm

Charlotte NC

03/08/2020

Parker Ranch

6pm - 9pm

Clayton GA

Event Details

03/08/2020

Parker Ranch

6pm - 9pm

Clayton GA

“Without You” / “I Don’t Wanna Be Here Now” - A. Lee Edwards

Check out this great video

"How Does It Feel" // The Cave, Chapel Hill

A. Lee Edwards // Watch ‘em fall

Lou Ford // Sad, but familiar

The Loudermilks // To no one

Lou Ford // What am I to you

Chocolate USA // Playing in the mud

w/ Jeff Mangum (Neutral Milk Hotel) and Julian Koster (the Music Tapes)

Lou Ford // Live @ Snug Harbor

Bio

A. Lee Edwards 

and 

the Art of Revisiting the Conversation


Lives of quiet excellence and steady achievement rarely make headlines; the press is and has always been a rapacious, many-headed monster, hungry for the Next New Thing. To be sure, in an era of Soundcloud and Spotify, where artists can and do serve as their own A&R, there is no shortage of new blood for the beast to sup on: there are more new bands — or more new visible bands, than ever.

     

Your “career artists” (say a My Morning Jacket or a Wilco) still get regular inches online when there’s new tunes to hawk. 

     

Your legends? Their stories nearly tell themselves — truly big performers have a built-in dramatic arc, a readymade mythology that is something like fad-proof.


Your troubadours of some vintage -- your 40-plussers --have it perhaps toughest: think your Dave Alvins, your David Olneys, your Chan Marshalls, your Jim Lauderdales. Provided there’s not a personal hook there -- say, a person quit drinking or using drugs, or else started using again -- we’re left with the Redemption Narrative and the Career Retrospective (bonus points if it can be tied in to the artist’s latest record, and What it Says About These Times We Live In.) 

It is here we find A. Lee Edwards, and we find him in fine form and fettle.


Alan Lee Edwards has been a songwriter for 25 years, and became the main singer, guitarist, and songwriter for the band Lou Ford not long after the breakup of his previous band, Chocolate USA (who also boasted Julian Koster of The Music Tapes and Neutral Milk Hotel). If there was a Most Beloved Band metric in the band’s adopted hometown of Charlotte, NC, Lou Ford still might garner some votes, a decade or more after the band dissolved. Punks, alt.country fans, and glam rockers alike agreed there was an honesty there, an authenticity not built on outward style but inner substance. The songs spoke mostly of the ebb and flow of personal relationships, and of the Sisyphus-like (yet not infrequently joyous) existence most of us south of "middle-class" immediately recognized as our own. They had critical respect, too, and from some of the best music magazines in the world -- Uncut and Mojo both talked the band up breathlessly, and they shared space on British "best of" compilation CDs with the likes of Lucinda Williams, Richard Thompson and Paul Simon. Often lumped into the Americana catch-all, they nonetheless mined the sunnier side of the street musically, with Edwards’ biggest influences (Beach Boys, Big Star, Nick Lowe) never far from the surface. 


The very first published music review I ever wrote was a 300-worder on Lou Ford's debut full-length, Sad, But Familiar. As the years have passed, I've gone on to write thousands of other reviews. Some in my humble opinion, were "better" -- perhaps more liberally sprinkled with wit, or possessing a keener sense of the nuances of the music being covered. But something about that review still sticks with me: it was (if nothing else) deeply felt, and if indeed the words served well, it was because they served the point. 

I think this is something that A. Lee Edwards and I have in common: a belief in a plainspoken good thing, without unnecessary or undue adornment (unless of course you’re talking about guitar solos, in which case all bets are off). More on this in a second.


After Edwards’ post-Ford band The Loudermilks folded, Alan did as he had famously promised in song years before and took his things and moved up to the mountains. Along with wife Hannah, they opened the critically acclaimed and customer-full farm-to-table restaurant Yonder in Franklin, NC. 


With Yonder off the ground and thriving, Edwards has revisited his burgeoning back catalog of songs and become something of a road warrior in the process, often playing more shows in a month than the ‘Ford managed in a year. He’s travelling lighter, literally and figuratively. He requires little more than an amp and couple guitars for company, and he’s moreover quit drinking, which can eat up your guarantee and your go-gettem’ in short order if you let it. (He’s also mellowed some, but more in the way that balsamic vinegar mellows into a sweeter vinegar as the years go by.) He’s begun writing anew, and if the man’s past efforts are any indication, you’ll have some new favorites to sing in the next calendar year.


Speaking of: the music, I’m proud to report, is as evocative as ever. It’s not dance-y, as ever, and it doesn’t dance around the point. It is music with ghosts singing the third register, to be applied as the listener sees fit. It is music that is personal without being personal-specific — call it “universal personal.” It is a sort of composting of shared experience, something that is rather impossible to fake without a huge helping of empathy and a great set of ears. It is music that is direct, and which can occasionally make you uncomfortable, but later (sometimes within the same song) console you like that old friend you rarely get to see: the one who, despite the tears and years, always “gets you” just the same. 


Timothy Charles Davis 

East Nashville, Tennessee


“Alan isn’t just versed and influenced by the Americana and alt-country byproducts, but the old school country and rock origination points of the music, and you can hear this in his sound that is intelligent, lively, and multi-dimensional.” - Saving Country Music


Alan’s music “sounds like the product of a childhood spent listening to a cool aunt or uncle’s well-worn copies of ‘Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere’ and ‘The Gilded Palace Of Sin’, with ‘Exile On Main Street’...” - No Depression Magazine