Just like the cool pint of brew that touched my lips, refreshed my throat and shook my insides, Richard Buckner did the same. Everything about last night was refreshing. Mohawk wasn't packed with stripes, jean jackets and abstract haircuts. Instead I walked through the doors to find quiet souls bellied up to the bar and "no standing room" became "wide open spaces." There was an older crowd than...
“There are three kinds of American folk artist: those who sit, contented, on a back porch contemplating America's landscape and ways; those for whom its landscape and ways are something to stand against or move boldly through; and those whose America is a shadowy, impressionistic place that moves inside of them. This [latter] is the area that the sombre-voiced Richard Buckner has been exploring.
A friend gave me Richard Buckner's latest and I brought it with me on a road trip to Baltimore and D.C. this past weekend. I had listened to it once at home and rejected it as plenty nice, but not terribly interesting. Grabbing it for road music was a whim - and cheers to whimsy because I love it. I listened to it a half-dozen times in the rental car and fell hard for it. Every song on the albu...
March 10th, Merge is re-issuing three out-of-print albums from the Richard Buckner catalog: Bloomed, The Hill, and Impasse. Until I saw the press release, last week, I had no idea these titles were even out-of-print. While I'm a fan of most everything Buckner has recorded, his debut, Bloomed, remains a favorite (see: two tracks [...]
Richard Buckner is one of my favorites, despite a run of records that haven't really kept up the amazing pace he set with Devotion and Doubt and Since. He's back recording with JD Foster, the bass player (Silos, Syd Straw) and producer, who made those great heartfelt, rumbling and melodic LPs. And his new single is frickin' awesome, a total return to form. There's even a chorus, and it's catchy...
I'm a little late in the game I guess, as Buckner's most recent album Meadow came out in 2006. Anyway, if any trace of Buckner's quasi-twang persona was still lurking in his music, the dark, churning surge of "Town"s melody has chased it from the room. Heavy, yes, but steeped in a melody that knows where its groove is.
When it comes to Americana as a genre, many of its purveyors offer a sense that they've lived through their collection. No matter the story form or execution, you often believe (or are plainly told) that what you're hearing or reading or seeing has been informed by their life experiences. Up close and personal. But [...]
life aint fair - we all know that, and in fact it can be a downright son of a bitch from time to time, but we all keep trucking along. hey it beats the alternative, i suppose. i can only assume that no one knows about life's uncertainties than richard buckner, who i consider to [...]
You can't tell that September has come and gone in Austin, TX, but you can dream about what cold weather must be like. To assist me in doing this is the music channeling through my ears. I'm breaking out old fall favourites like Arab Strap and The Mountain Goats as well as heading out to see other brilliant autumnal acts. Yesterday, I steered myself south of the river to check out Richard Bu...
hola amigos. its going to be a re-post weekend bonanza! during said time i am probably going to be posting around 10-15 shows that have graced these pages over the past couple years. first up to bat is richard buckner with six parts seven at turf club in st. paul on 2.28.07. once again, thanks [...]