šØ TYLER KEITH IS PLAYING IN THE SHOP ON BLACK FRIDAY!
Our good pal, Tyler Keith, will play some songs in the shop Friday afternoon, November 28th, at 4 pm šø
Tyler has a new album out, āI Confess,ā which is full on 4-track, lo-fi rock greatness.
FREE // ALL AGES
Snag a copy of the new album while youāre out shopping on RSD Black Friday or Small Biz Saturday š¤
āAlbum of the year right here. Has the vibe of a 40s B-noir and hits like a mix of Johnny Thunders and BONE MACHINE-era Tom Waitsā
– William Boyle
More from Tyler on the new album:Ā
Iād reached a double-dead end. No money. No band. Then I got a notice
from my landlord. The rent was going up. Didnāt really know what to do
but I started to look at my stuff with the terrible thought of packing
it all up. Looking through my closet I found my Tascam Portastudio 4
track cassette machine. The material dictates the art. Four tracks:
guitar, drums, bass, and vocal with percussion (tambourine and
maracas) and harmonica on the same track. Microphone. Reverb unit. Not
knowing what else to do and certainly not wanting to pack up my junk,
I made a record.
Iād been traveling around the country for work the last number of
years. Lots of visionary landscapesāplaces in the mythic (and mystic)
West. Ghost blue highways. Lonesome motels. Pocatello, Twin Falls,
Lemon, Flagstaff. Little trails down into empty canyons. Old Rt 66
ruins. Open prairies of Native lands. Big sky, yellow tides of wheat.
Kicking around dilapidated Old West parks. Little Big Horn. Wounded
Knee. Sacred spaces. Iād usually have a day off or an hour to check
things out between job sites.
Most of the time I spent in rooms with sunken, concave beds, true
crime TV, and domestic disturbances in the hall, peeking through the
keyhole, a little light coming from the bottom of the blinds. Western
books and detective novels. Loneliness. The smell of some unknown
bloom on the prairie wind. Sound of a train coming round the bend.
Regret. Notes on Super 8 stationary. And a guitar.
When I had a few days (or late nights) off earlier this year I put
the machine on the kitchen table and plugged in the mic. I wanted to
catch the first mind ideas. The mistakes. The awkward forming of a
song. It still feels like the first time I used this machine
twenty-five years ago. The moment of creation is what Iām after. And I
love the way it sounds. It may seem self-indulgent but considering my
extreme lack of commercial success I really donāt know who else to
indulge but myself. But they arenāt making many of these so you better
get one while you can.
