Sunday, May 18, 2014

Who are the Wreckids?

This beautiful Pittsburgh husband and wife duo 
The Wreckids

Really love watching these two perform

Monday, April 28, 2014


Below is a song written by Nicholas Hohman.
I have, and always will love performing this song
with Brewer's Row

You eighteen wheel cowboy, you everyman's brother 
Climb the cab, kick the clutch, turn the key, feel her shudder 
You gray bearded nomad, you highway-born child 
Trucking lumber across America, for a quarter per mile 
Pull onto the shoulder, between Denver and Boulder 
I stand holding my thumb up, guitar slung across my back, watching my breath rest in the cold air 

Soft words come from your rumbling lungs 
"It's our lucky day, son" 

You ask me, "Can you make that old guitar music? Can you carry a tune? 
My radio broke back past Idaho. I got fifteen
hundred miles of pavement to offer you 
You got a ticket to ride in the passenger's side 
Long as the songs ring off the rocky range 
Long as you play the plains of the Midwest away 
Long as you're bluer than the grass in the southern states 
Long as you can cry with the clouds in the northern grey" 

I'm a lonely hitchhiker. Please take me where you will 
You took us across Kansas, through Missouri, down Kentucky, to Nashville 
Driving the line beneath the rift in the sky 
Where bruised clouds riding twisters 
Met blue skies lined by live wires 

Soft light comes from a humbling sun 
It's a lucky day 

It was around Kansas City I'd settled my seat 
At least enough to speak while I was changing my strings 
"How's a rag-tag freeloader like me, get along on the road 
Not just a warm cab and the fast track, but an open ear I can sing at?" 
You said "My old man was a cross-country driver 
He rarely spoke, but these words set me fire 
'Ain't no better charm 
For an eighteen wheel cowboy 
Than a man and his guitar 
Trading songs for the countryside'" 

So don't pass by a traveler 
With music to offer 
Because in twilight the bastards 
Of devils and monsters 

Will weigh on the eyelids of 
Of road weary truckers 
Without the kindness of strangers 
The heaven sent ushers 

And I sang to the thunder 
Tuned my strings to the tires 
Strummed ballads of travelers 
Told the stories of liars 

Until as the crow flies it's a quick hike 
To the Pennsylvania state line 

Soft songs come from my trembling hands 
It's our lucky day, friend 

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Friday, April 4, 2014

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Brewer's Row • Misty Boyce • Tiffany Christopher

Didn't think I would find myself playing drums at 11:30pm on a Monday night.
Or to think many of my friends would stick around to hear me do so. 
But after Tiffany kicked off the night with an amazing set filled with
solid loops, fat beats, amazing vocals, and soulful solos.
I think the crowd knew they were in for an awesome night.

And then there was Misty Boyce. . .

And then Misty joined Brewer's Row...

What a great night at Thunderbird Cafe!

Thanks everyone for coming out :)