Ray Wylie Hubbard

Ray Wylie Hubbard

Darrin Bradbury

Sun · June 25, 2017

Doors: 7:00 pm / Show: 8:00 pm

The Southgate House Revival-Sanctuary

$22.00 - $25.00

This event is 18 and over

Ray Wylie Hubbard
Ray Wylie Hubbard
As a music lover of impeccable taste, odds are that you’re already looking forward to spending the better part of the next hour – and several more after that – getting rather obsessively familiar with this latest serving of song and groove from Ray Wylie Hubbard. Having no doubt played his last album, 2010’s A. Enlightenment, B. Endarkenment (Hint: There is no C.), to digital bits – and committed to memory such earlier chestnuts as Snake Farm, Growl, Eternal and Lowdown, Crusades of the Restless Knights, and maybe even everything else going all the way back to that 1975 Cowboy Twinkies LP that Hubbard himself would rather you forget – you probably can’t wait to tuck into The Grifter’s Hymnal and leisurely savor it from end to end.

This, of course, is how things should be. But a couple of variables could throw the above plan off the rails a bit. Suppose, for instance, that the damn Mayans were right, and what’s left of 2012 is all the time we have left, period. Or, maybe despite that aforementioned impeccable music taste, you’ve somehow managed to make it this far into the 21st century without ever hearing of this Hubbard fellow. Grim scenarios, yes, but fear not; because whether you’re short on time due to an impending apocalypse or simply need a tidy introduction to bring you up to speed, the opening track on The Grifter’s Hymnal, “Coricidin Bottle,” tells you everything you need to know in just under two minutes. What it tells you about The Grifter’s Hymnal is that the record rocks. And what it tells you about Ray Wylie Hubbard is, he’s the kind of scrapper poet with the devil-may-care wherewithal to write both “lay down a groove like a monkey getting’ off” and “shakes the mortal coil round my amaranthine soul” into the same song – and the lethal charm and chops to pull it off.

“This really was a very special record to me,” Hubbard says. “It wasn’t easy, and some of it really was a struggle, but it was fun. I think each record to me has been a struggle in a way, and I like it that way. I like it that they’re all hard to do, because I think that makes them all have more value to me. It makes me kind of reach for a better part of myself. It keeps me from settling.”
Darrin Bradbury
Darrin Bradbury
Darrin Bradbury is an American satirist. A left-of-center folk singer. With a batch of songs that celebrate the humor and heartbreak of everyday American life, he’s spent the past decade traveling his way across the country, making pit stops at dive bars, listening rooms, punk houses, and world-class theaters along the way. The people he’s met during his cross-country trips — the seedy characters filling America’s underbelly, the corporate elite working out of corner offices, the blue-collar everymen who refill our coffee cups and ring up our purchases at Office Depot — all find their way into his music, which follows the left-of-center tradition of John Prine, Shell Silverstein and Steve Goodman.

Darrin grew up in New Jersey, raised by parents who’d met in the circus. (His mom was a clown for Ringum Barnum Bailey). In the age before Instagram and Wikipedia, Darrin broadened his horizons the old-fashioned way: by leaving town and hitting the highway as a teenager, visiting 38 of the 50 states before he turned 20 years old. He also began writing songs, focusing not only on melodies and chord progressions, but punchlines, too. To him, songwriting often felt more like writing an melodic comic strip.

A half-decade run as the frontman of Big Wilson River gave Darrin the chance to headline venues like Maxwells & Webster Hall in New York City. Even so, he did some of his best work as a solo artist. Traveling alone , playing as many as 125 DIY shows a year. He’d hit up a new college town, find the nearest bar, meet a new group of friends while downing a few beers and, before the night was up, book a show in whatever sort of venue presented itself. Sometimes, Darrin would find himself singing on proper a stage. Other times, he’d play his songs in the corner of a dorm room, hoping the cops didn’t show up. His audience grew steadily, one performance at a time, and Darren eventually pointed his car toward East Nashville, where the transient songwriter began putting down some roots in 2014 by moving to a local wal-mart parking lot and living out of his car for 3 months before settling in.

“I usually say sad songs about funny people, or funny songs about sad people,” he says. “It’s a sound rooted in American folk music, but I’m not trying to embrace any sort of tradition or contingency. I can’t sing about being a minor or riding a box car train. I can sing about sleeping in Wal Mart, though. It’s 21st century existentialism. The truth is the only thing that counts, so I focus on making myself laugh first, and if others get the joke, great.”

East Nashville has been kind to Darrin. It’s given him the chance to record a string of EPs with a rotating backup band, filled with pickers and players like Brian Wright, Tim Easton, Tim Carroll, Laur Jomets, and Megan Palmer. It’s allowed him the opportunity to gather praise from magazines like Rolling Stone, American Songwriter, No Depression & E2TG who featured his best-selling Bandcamp recording, The Story of Bob, in a glowing reviews. Finally, it’s given the transient songwriter a home, with Bradbury taking his place amongst the off-kilter folkies who help balance out Nashville’s country reputation.

Bradbury is still a traveler. This is just first stop along the way.
Venue Information:
The Southgate House Revival-Sanctuary
111 East 6th Street
Newport, KY, 41071
http://www.southgatehouse.com/