#davey brown

[scrump6969]

“The three of them went down to the beach and sat looking out at the long grey swells and passing Brown’s bottle between them. They’d none of them seen an ocean before.”

An oddly serene moment for Davey, Toadvine and Webster from chapter 19. It has always stuck out as one of my favourite tiny moments from the book and I tried my best to capture the gaze of hardened killers who are mildly amazed by the ocean.

[mansion-meridian]

Some blood meridian art I forgot to post and some I made recently

[jamescanningauthor]

The Origins of Each Named, Major Blood Meridian Character's Name, According to Forebears dot io (in order of appearance)

Holden

English origin

Most common in England and territories currently or formerly under English jurisdiction and Norway

Refers to a location, particularly of an estate, and originates from a single family (that clearly got around)

more info and everyone else under the cut!

Louis Toadvine

French version of a Latin name for a forename

Exclusively US corruption of a German name for a surname

Surname could translate to war-leader or friend of the people!

John Joel Glanton

Extremely common Biblical forename

Common Biblical, Hebrew middle name

Uncommon Irish/US surname of unknown meaning

John Jackson (both)

Extremely common Biblical forename

English surname from ancestry, meaning son of John

Benjamin Tobin

Common English, Protestant forename, version of an obscure Biblical name

Uncommon Irish/US surname from ancestry, meaning son of Tobias, speculated to have French origin

David Brown

Extremely common Biblical forename, Hebrew 'beloved'

Extremely common English surname from ancestry, meaning son of Brun/Brown

James Robert Bell

Extremely common New Testament forename

Very common middle name with Old English/Germanic origin

Common English surname from ancestry, meaning son of Bell

[dearbennichols]

Hey, Hey, Davy Brown.

Fellow Lucero fan Davey caught wind (OK, OK, I may have talked about it) that I was taking on fan submissions for DBN and I kind of... Y'know, put a little bug in his ear that maybe he should write about his Lucero experience, which you'll find below. One thing that always makes me smile? No matter what the particulars of our stories are, we can all relate. ~Lynette

Without further ado... 

I had just moved to Florida after a bad break up in Tulsa Oklahoma, during which I dropped out of college and was pretty messed up with depression. When I moved to Orlando, I met some good people in the music scene there. This girl I knew was amazed that I’d never heard of Lucero, and she gave me all of the CDs she had (Lucero, Tennessee, TMFW). She told me she made copies to carry in the car in case someone hadn’t heard of them. That was kind of awesome that she did that, it showed me immediately that this was a band that had die hard, crazy ass fans. I don’t remember much else about that night, other than being pretty wasted and dancing with that girl to “Slow Dancing” and talking about music for a while.

I played those CDs all the time, especially driving. Those songs definitely got me on my feet again. I remember “My Best Girl”, and “Dangerous Thing” being songs I would always sing along with at the top of my lungs. It was like someone gave me the ability to say everything I ever wanted to say to the person who broke my heart. It was like someone had my number, read my mail, and ate my lunch. Ben’s lyrics taught me it was ok to be a fuck-up, and it was ok to do the wrong thing sometimes. That took a lot of pressure off my shoulders for some reason.

I had been in a bunch of bands, ever since high school. Nothing ever worked out, partially because things just don’t when you’re a kid, and partially because of the things I had to deal with family-wise growing up. I had all this emotion and shit stuck inside me that I always wanted to write about, and never could do it for some reason. After hearing Lucero, something just clicked in my head, and I kind of realized that you don’t have to be perfect. Hell, you don’t even have to be good, just be honest and be real… So, to make my point, I feel like I did music for years, and then finally was able to write honestly. 

Over the years I’ve seen a bunch of Lucero shows, and every record that comes out has at least one song that just punches my card because it’s exactly what I’m going through. The first three albums had my number from moving across the country with a broken heart. Nobody’s darlings got me through a bad relationship in Florida. Rebels, Rogues, and Sworn Brothers (Which is a game of thrones reference!), got me through another failed relationship as I moved up to Washington DC. The one that stands out most recently is a real strange relationship I had with a girl here in DC right when I got here. “Goodbye Again” was exactly that relationship, and it just blew my mind that Ben wrote exactly what was happening to me yet again.

Once I got settled in DC, I found my neighborhood spots to hang out at, a few bars in my neighborhood. The bar tenders all became my pals, along with the bar flies on the street. They all loved Lucero and Metal and Power’s whiskey. One awesome bar tender I knew used to come up to me when the bar was crowded with douche bags on a Friday night, grab me by my shirt, hand me ten bucks and say: “FIX THE JUKE BOX. NOW.” She always had me put on Lucero, Mastodon, and whatever punk rock band we were digging that night. Usually cleared the bar right out! A couple of years later, I met my wife at that bar. We’ve been married for two years now, and have 18 month-old twins. As I’m settling down a bit, “Women and Work” kind fits how my life is changing. A little less punk, and a little more soul…

All through the last ten years, I’ve had Lucero music as a constant part of the soundtrack of my life. The other fans I’ve met are always cool, and I always know when I meet one that we’ll be pals before the night is over. It’s like being part of a big family that’s spread all over the country. I’m always thankful for the people that this music has brought into my life, and I consider a lot of those people family. Raise a glass, ya’ll.