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My main five watching a movie together. It was Megan’s first movie ever so they had a hard time picking what should be her first. Jackie suggested they watch Disney’s Iron Giant, she thought Megan would be able to connect to the story really well.
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Red River Singer-Songwriters. Photograph by Robbyn Dodd. Courtesy of the artist. by: Thomas D. Mooney Editor-in-Chief Drew Kennedy‘s songs are as good as Polaroids. Good songwriters, they’re able to throw out a photograph every song more or less. Kennedy, he’s grown into being able to snap one off with every line or thought. Those vivid images of a song transport you to a spot on his shoulder as…
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News: Red River Songwriters to Perform at the LHUCA
News: Red River Songwriters to Perform at the LHUCA
Red River Singer-Songwriters. Photograph by Robbyn Dodd. Courtesy of the artist. by: Thomas D. Mooney Editor-in-Chief This upcoming January 21, singer-songwriters Drew Kennedy, Susan Gibson, Josh Grider, Walt Wilkins, Kelley Mickwee and Brandy Zdan will be performing at the Louise Hopkins Underwood Center for the Arts. The six are part of a collection of singer-songwriters within the Red River…
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Drew Kennedy at The Blue Light. Photograph by Susan Marinello/New Slang.
by: Thomas D. Mooney Editor-in-Chief
If you don’t like Drew Kennedy–as a person or as a songwriter–well, you’re probably the asshole.
Last Tuesday, Kennedy and Dave Martinez played a few hours of songs at The Blue Light for small, captivated crowd. Kennedy is the type of artist whose crowd consists of those coming for his songs and stories, and not necessarily the bar specials. They come, sit down, and listen–for the most part.
I know, it can be difficult to stay out late on a weekday night when the next morning’s alarm clock ringing is looming. But, it’s worth it when a songwriter like Kennedy is playing, regardless of when that wake-up time is.
The tall, bearded, and spectacled songwriter took the stage with a handful of tables scattered around the left side of The Blue Light. His wide-brimmed cowboy hat sometimes casts a short shadow on his eyes as he turns and strums. He’s wearing a long sleeve button up with someone else’s name patched on the front–probably to look cool or something.
At times, his storytelling has the few dozen listening roaring with laughter and on the verge of tears. At others, his songs do all the work for watering of eyes and wipeaways.
It’s probably because it’s a Tuesday and not overly crowded that Kennedy goes off with some stories between songs that are probably a little more revealing and rambling than their typical fashion. Or the dry land and air are giving his guitar tuning fits.
He talks about plane rides and crosswords to Jackson, Miss., Italy postcards and wedding stories, old college girlfriends and fake IDs, and missed song opportunities with Blake Shelton and new Corvettes. If summed up, they’d look like bits for a comedy album.
He goes into the story about “Rose of Jericho.” It just so happens to be three years ago that day the Kennedy bought the dried up resurrection fern from a man in Marfa for a five dollar bill. He expands and goes down a tangent about seeing a Facebook post with the final line in the song, with a few words changed by accident. He goes into the sweet and lyrically rich ballad. He ends it with the altered Facebook line with a laugh.
He takes a few requests from folks in the crowd. One yells “War with Myself.” Another–Charlie Stout–requests he sing the Fresh Water in the Salton Sea‘s closer “The Life and Times of a Sad Song.” He does it.
“Play that one about the two wristwatches” comes from the front table. It’s not been recorded, but Kennedy knows it what he’s talking about. He saves it for the end. I never asked Kennedy what the proper title of the song is post-show, but it could be the best song he’s ever written.
It reminds you of your grandparents in ways so specific, you swear it was your own grandfather he saw at that coffee shop down in central Texas that day.
Last time Kennedy played, people walked out with stacks of CDs–not one or two, but a copy of everything he had kind of deals. It’s similar this time around, though the Kennedy discography owners now have Kennedy t-shirts. Beau Bofling, guitarist for Dalton Domino walks out with another copy of Kennedy’s novel Fresh Water in the Salton Sea. He tells me it’s just to give to other people to read.
Kennedy goes to the bar. He sits down and starts watching highlights of the night’s baseball games on Sportscenter. Tomorrow, he’ll do it all over again in some northeastern New Mexico town.
Check out photographs of the night below.
Dave Martinez at The Blue Light. Photograph by Susan Marinello/New Slang.
Dave Martinez at The Blue Light. Photograph by Susan Marinello/New Slang.
Dave Martinez at The Blue Light. Photograph by Susan Marinello/New Slang.
Dave Martinez at The Blue Light. Photograph by Susan Marinello/New Slang.
Dave Martinez at The Blue Light. Photograph by Susan Marinello/New Slang.
Dave Martinez at The Blue Light. Photograph by Susan Marinello/New Slang.
Dave Martinez at The Blue Light. Photograph by Susan Marinello/New Slang.
Dave Martinez at The Blue Light. Photograph by Susan Marinello/New Slang.
Dave Martinez at The Blue Light. Photograph by Susan Marinello/New Slang.
Dave Martinez at The Blue Light. Photograph by Susan Marinello/New Slang.
Dave Martinez at The Blue Light. Photograph by Susan Marinello/New Slang.
Drew Kennedy at The Blue Light. Photograph by Susan Marinello/New Slang.
Drew Kennedy at The Blue Light. Photograph by Susan Marinello/New Slang.
Drew Kennedy at The Blue Light. Photograph by Susan Marinello/New Slang.
Drew Kennedy at The Blue Light. Photograph by Susan Marinello/New Slang.
Drew Kennedy at The Blue Light. Photograph by Susan Marinello/New Slang.
Drew Kennedy at The Blue Light. Photograph by Susan Marinello/New Slang.
Drew Kennedy at The Blue Light. Photograph by Susan Marinello/New Slang.
Drew Kennedy at The Blue Light. Photograph by Susan Marinello/New Slang.
Drew Kennedy at The Blue Light. Photograph by Susan Marinello/New Slang.
Drew Kennedy at The Blue Light. Photograph by Susan Marinello/New Slang.
Drew Kennedy at The Blue Light. Photograph by Susan Marinello/New Slang.
Drew Kennedy at The Blue Light. Photograph by Susan Marinello/New Slang.
Drew Kennedy at The Blue Light. Photograph by Susan Marinello/New Slang.
Drew Kennedy at The Blue Light. Photograph by Susan Marinello/New Slang.
Drew Kennedy at The Blue Light. Photograph by Susan Marinello/New Slang.
Drew Kennedy at The Blue Light. Photograph by Susan Marinello/New Slang.
Drew Kennedy at The Blue Light. Photograph by Susan Marinello/New Slang.
Drew Kennedy at The Blue Light. Photograph by Susan Marinello/New Slang.
Drew Kennedy at The Blue Light. Photograph by Susan Marinello/New Slang.
Drew Kennedy at The Blue Light. Photograph by Susan Marinello/New Slang.
Drew Kennedy at The Blue Light. Photograph by Susan Marinello/New Slang.
Drew Kennedy at The Blue Light. Photograph by Susan Marinello/New Slang.
Drew Kennedy at The Blue Light. Photograph by Susan Marinello/New Slang.
Drew Kennedy at The Blue Light. Photograph by Susan Marinello/New Slang.
Photography: Drew Kennedy and Dave Martinez by: Thomas D. Mooney Editor-in-Chief If you don't like Drew Kennedy--as a person or as a songwriter--well, you're probably the asshole.
Interviews: Drew Kennedy
by: Thomas D. Mooney Editor-in-Chief
Drew Kennedy isn’t just a songwriter. He’s a storyteller–and I don’t mean that in he tells stories within songs. He’s actually just a great storyteller when it doesn’t have to rhyme. Of course, he does a mighty fine job at doing the storytelling with songs as well. But, his actual storytelling, his banter with an audience–both in the live performance and in…
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