After successfully completing Bury my Heart at Wounded Knee, by Dee Brown this weekend and starting another happy story with The Romanov's: the Final Chapter by Robert K. Massie (you know, another happy and uplifting story), never mind all the shit going on in the Ukraine so honestly, I just didn't have another depressing Bastards podcast in me this morning.
Instead, I'm spending my morning killing bugs to this self-titled album by Bones Owens.
Missouri-born musician Bones Owens has been a master of weaving together elements from different music genres like punk blues and indie rock since childhood. Owens started playing piano at age 6, guitar at 10 and went on to become a songwriter at 13, while playing in rock bands throughout high school and college. Being raised in a musical family and said he transitioned to being a guitarist when he went to music lessons and saw other students playing the instrument.
Owens' new self-titled LP tells a story through its lyrics and is an introspective reflection of where he came from and the places he has been ... some seriously good Americana.
I'm going to have to explore this Bones fella a little more deeper it seems.
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