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Calendar of live music events, concerts and shows (Americana, Bluegrass, Country & Western, Folk, Blues, Jazz, Roots Rock, and Burlesque) at Red Light Café in Atlanta, GA.

Brian Revels + The Singing Butcher + The Boy Jones

A night of Americana with Brian Revels (debuting his new band), The Singing Butcher and The Boy Jones.

$7 Adv – $10 Door
Doors @ 7 PM

All ticket sales are final. No refunds. Door is Cash Only.


Brian Revels is probably most recognized as the brazen voice behind Atlanta, Georgia's, City Mouse, a bourbon-barreled version of an Avett Brother's rip-off (in the best possible way). If you know him, you might also tend to picture him holding a banjo. But, long before the birth of this rowdy string trio, he has been scribbling lyrics on scrap paper - restaurant order pads, receipts, check stubs - and picking a well-loved 6-string confidante.

At 16, freshly expelled from high school, the now 26 year-old, dusted off the Silvertone stratocaster that was begged off of his single mother two years prior. One summer of work after that earned him the Takamine that now has a hole in the front that would make Willie Nelson do a double-take.

Gravitating to the energetic and angsty indie-pop-rock - Brand New, Taking Back Sunday, Bright Eyes - at his youngest musical stages, Revels found his way to more timeless heroes in young adulthood - The Band, Bob Dylan, Townes Van Zandt, Woody Guthrie - coaxed by his friends' southern-born fathers. As live music became an increasingly prevalent part of life, he was introduced to local favorites like Drive-By Truckers or Ponderosa. His music now boasts a compelling mix of such influences, taking mournful but witty stabs at reality in a tone reminiscent of Conor Oberst's work or journeying through an outlaw's murder ballad in a way the Patterson Hood might appreciate.

As a performer, he tends to reimagine his songs constantly. Not like the Dead, completely reforming or endlessly improvising, but delivering the words with an earnestness that is completely true in the moment and therefore never a re-enactment of something tirelessly rehearsed - whether or not it is.

"I swear it comes from somewhere else. I definitely catch myself forcing parts of it, but some of the inspiration I just can't claim. As far as the show goes, it's like trying to keep a bird in a cage that won't latch. I try to stick to melodies, try to be still but it never seems come out as tame as I'd like it to. But, I don't hate that." Says Brian.

Brian Revels Official Site
Brian Revels on Facebook


Singer/songwriter Tim George writes and performs under the moniker "The Singing Butcher" for reasons more obvious than you might think: namely, he is a butcher who sings. However, it may be more appropriate to call him a singer who's hands are as equally adept at the knife as they are at the guitar. Tim's songs range from classic country influenced numbers to dark ruminations on the struggles of day to day life.

The Singing Butcher on Facebook
The Singing Butcher on iTunes


About The Boy Jones

It was July 14th 1987, Mark McGuire was Major League Baseballs newly crowned Rookie of the year, Ronald Reagan sat high on the iron throne of American politics, and my mothers nine month long rendezvous with hormones and midnight cravings was about to come to an end. All was well in the world I would come to know. At 7:55am in a tiny southern hospital just outside of Atlanta,Ga, I greeted the people who had been so eagerly anticipating my arrival. I don't remember much of that day if anything at all, and to be honest, if any man said he could recall the first time he opened his eyes, I'd say their full of shit. I've been told that there were balloons and roses and tears of joy. I've seen pictures of my first expressions in my brand new body and heard tales of my piercing baby battle cry. I have no memory of this day, nor do I desire to have one. I imagine it's like any lesson worth learning in life, filled with love and topped with pain. But what do I know ?, I'm not an infant and I've never ushered one into the world. 

Childhoods a funny thing the longer the clock counts down and you sink into your daddy's shoes. Those barefoot summers filled with bruises, strawberry covered knees and overly dramatic fights with my baby sister, will always hold a pivotal place in my heart. Even the bad times had a magical, beautifully ironic role in crafting my perception. God truly has a wonderful sense of humor. As a teenager I was par for the course. I could've had an axe buried in the back of my head and I still wouldn't admit it. I was loaded with bad ideas and smoking good times. When I was seventeen I elected to drop out of high school six months before what would have been my graduation. However stupid it may have seemed at the time, to this day I don't regret my decision. Does a soldier march into battle without a mission? Does an astronaut strap himself to a rocket with no destination in mind? Can a painter craft a masterpiece with no passion? The answer is no. I simply didn't see the point in buying a ticket to a theme park full of rides I had no interest in. 

In the years since I've learned many lessons, burned many bridges and heard a plethora of bad jokes. I've made movies, I've made enemies, I've waited on the wealthy and tended to the poor. I've worked in factories, lived on concrete floors under swingers dens, sat on my ass, and toured the country with a six piece band. Life has given me belief that the education of the soul is the only path to true fulfillment, balance, and wisdom. 

The Boy Jones Official Site
The Boy Jones on Facebook