City Mouse is back in the house with San Francisco's Frankie Boots & The County Line and Atlanta's own Real Americans WWAYLON.
Doors @ 7:30 PM
City Mouse is the collective spirit of Atlanta-based songwriters, Brian Revels and Michael Hudgins. Born in the latter part of 2012 amongst the trash heaps and decay-filled dumpsters of the Big Peach's outskirts, City Mouse is a bastard-spawn of too many nostalgic nights of drunken conversations about a shared sense of appeal for the Americana movement.
One lucky day, these rat bastards stumbled into the Tin Roof Cantina to find Jenna Mobley sawin' a fiddle in half with Atlanta-folk badasses, Sailing to Denver. And after a few songs and few beers they worked up the courage to get a name and number (for business reasons, of course).
Generally accompanied by a banjo (plus Brian's overzealous, tempo-tempting footstomps), a guitar, and a double-bass, played by the talented Miss Mobley, the Mouse's lyrics are the words that keep these brokeass, hopeless romantics spending all their tip money on microphones and strings.
That is only to say that they mean them. And hope you can relate in this collective human experience. This rat race.
Frankie Boots And The County Line are a folk rock/Americana band roaring out of the San Francisco Bay Area with a penchant for painting vivid images of late nights, lost love, and the grittier side of life. Towards the end of the last decade Frank gave up a promising career in the illustrious world of bartending to pursue a life of even longer nights and shorter tempers in the music industry. The cosmos, in their infinite wisdom, soon sent him The County Line and their visceral sound sprung from a primordial soup of horns, pedal steel guitar, banjo, mandolin, keys, guitars, bass, and drums. Whether it be country, rock, blues, gospel, bluegrass, or any other true form of great American music, the band throws it all into the recipe for a dish that’s always served hot.
Frankie Boots And The County Line’s captivating live performances keep a crowd jumping and their magnetic songs earned them the North Bay Bohemian’s award for best Country/Americana band in the North Bay for 2013. In the spring of that same year they spent two weeks in Santa Fe, New Mexico recording their new self-titled LP which was released to much acclaim on October 15th. This summer and fall they will embark upon a nation wide tour to spread the gospel of Frankie Boots And The County Line and look forward to making both new friends and fans alike across the country. They have played alongside some of the biggest names in the industry including Robert Earl Keen, Lukas Nelson, Edward Sharpe And The Magnetic Zeros, Justin Townes Earle, Ray Wylie Hubbard, Drag The River, Cake, and many more.
WWAYLON gives you roses and thorns as he sings his brutal truths, bringing you "forward thinking" southern music. Mama went into labor at a Bluegrass festival in 1981 while his ol' man picked mandolin onstage, earning WWAYLON the title "The Bluegrass Baby" by local media. WWAYLON was thrust into the south and forced to reconcile with the state of humanity, the lies and hypocrisy taught in school, and the heresies committed by the church. WWAYLON's ol' man was also a baptist preacher, and at 120 lbs one of the smallest men ever to lay cross ties. Watching his ol' man, WWAYLON learned to cry in public, while Mama "loved like the wind loves to blow, like cigarette smoke loves a cracked car window."
Alienated by the people who felt he should just "quiet down", years went by as WWAYLON walked alone in his convictions, never giving in to the apathy of others. Art is always propaganda, and WWAYLON is a leader who has found his place as a shepherd to the black sheep.
vVillie was born and raised around the Afro-Cuban, Reggeaton, Jazz, Hip Hop, and Motown music being taught around town. At 9 years old, Mom started to expose vVillie to Shamanism, Peyote, and Ayahuasca, the food of the Great Spirit. The Shamans took them to Chile for further inundation of the culture. At 14, cut a record at Sony in Nashville, then another at 16. Mom and vVillie got fed up with America, and decided to leave the country without Dad. As with all secrets, this came to light, and vVillie found himself en route to Atlanta, where other drugs and sounds found their way into this medicine man. The next album credit read "....may you live long enough to put a scratch in the surface of the depth of your gifts", printed at 17 years old.
After a few tours of the world and a healthy dose of reasons to be even more fed up with the state of things, drugs took a back seat. The microphone was turned on, with a message to bring. Then vVillie met WWaylon...