BGS 5+5: Isaac Hoskins

Artist: Isaac Hoskins
Latest Album: Bender
Hometown: I spent the majority of my formative years in Wellington, Kansas. A small wheat-farming town between Wichita and the Oklahoma state line. I’ve lived in Denton, Texas, for 19 years and I definitely call it home now but Wellington still has a great deal to do with the way I see the world.

Personal nicknames: When I was a kid there was another boy who lived down the street who, for some reason, couldn’t pronounce my name instead called me Izeke (eye-zeek). My mother started calling me Zeke and it stuck. To this day, a lot of people in Kansas call me Zeke.

Which artist has influenced you the most … and how?

Oh, man! There are so many. I’d imagine that Steve Earle is probably the biggest influence that I’ve had as a songwriter and performer. Obviously, Steve’s music was and continues to be a massive influence but most any other artist that I became a fan of early on was because they were in and around his orbit. The internet was still a pretty new thing, so discovering music that wasn’t on the Top 40 chart was pretty difficult without some sort of road map. Guy Clark, Townes Van Zandt, Rodney Crowell, Jerry Jeff Walker, all of the usual suspects came to me after reading Steve’s biography (Hardcore Troubadour). Steve Earle was my gateway drug.

What’s your favorite memory from being on stage?

When I was in junior college I was in a choir that was invited to sing a piece of music entitled The Testament of Freedom at Carnegie Hall. The piece was composed by a man named Randall Thompson and inspired by writings of Thomas Jefferson. It was the spring after the 9/11 attacks and the entire experience was incredibly moving. Both the subject matter and setting were something I’ll never forget. I’m told that Kevin Bacon was there so perhaps I’m one degree closer than most.

What was the first moment that you knew you wanted to be a musician?

I knew that I wanted to be a musician from a very early age, but given my surroundings I never felt like it was something that was attainable. I attended a music festival in Helotes, Texas, called Jack Ingram’s Real American Music Festival and that was the day that I knew for sure, that was the day that I felt like it was something that I could do. I was watching all of these incredible performers that, up to that point, I had never even heard of. The Bottle Rockets, James McMurtry, Hayes Carll and so many other people were proving to me that you don’t have to be Garth Brooks to make a life in music and I was immediately obsessed.

What has been the best advice you’ve received in your career so far?

I had the opportunity to talk to Don Schlitz once. He told me, “Write the song you want to hear and you’ll be surprised who wants to hear it too.” I think of that often, so concise, so true. Thanks, Don.

Which elements of nature do you spend the most time with and how do those impact your work?

I’m a duck hunter, and more often than not, I hunt alone on public land. Hunting on public land means that you’ve got to get there earlier than anyone else if you want to be sure that you have your spot. Most days I’ll begin my walk to the lake at four o’clock which means I’ve got somewhere in the neighborhood of three hours to hike in, find my spot, put my decoys out and get a decent hide before shooting time (30 minutes before sunrise). That time before and during sunrise is my favorite. I use it to think about the people, places and things that matter to me and might also matter to someone else. Watching the day come alive is a spiritual moment for me, every time. Living in the business of making noise, it’s nice to soak up a little silence.


Photo Credit: Peter Salisbury

LISTEN: The Bottle Rockets, “Maybe Tomorrow”

Artist: The Bottle Rockets
Hometown: St. Louis, Missouri
Song: “Maybe Tomorrow”
Album: Bit Logic
Release Date: October 12, 2018
Label: Bloodshot Records

In Their Words: “‘Maybe Tomorrow’ is a personal favorite song of mine, because of the way it was born. I was trying to write a song all day long. Nothing materialized. Around midnight I gave up. Posted about my failure on Instagram, when I read back what I posted, I made this whole lyric out of the hashtags of my post. At midnight I was a failure. This song was completed by 12:15…” –Brian Henneman


Photo credit: Cary Horton

October Album Reviews: Son Little, the Wood Brothers, Bottle Rockets, & More

What were the best records to come out this past month? Look no further than our new Record Roundup, a monthly compilation of our five favorite slabs of wax from the past 30 days (complete with a nice little playlist sampler). Behold new albums from the Wood Brothers, Son Little, Edward David Anderson, the Bottle Rockets, and Promised Land Sound.

Edward David Anderson
Lower Alabama: The Loxley Sessions
(Royal Potato Family)

Illinois-born singer/songwriter Edward David Anderson was quite surprised when he decamped to Lower Alabama and found that producer, instrumental everyman, and Neil Young sidekick Anthony Crawford lives just up the holler. It seemed only natural, then, that Anderson would literally walk up the road to Crawford’s Admiral Bean Studio to record this set of nine new cuts of country comfort. With Will Kimbrough adding electric guitar, Crawford’s wife (Savanna Lee) creating gorgeous harmonies, and Crawford, himself, playing almost everything else, these songs slip on as easily as pair of your favorite jeans. There’s a little bit of everything here — from robbery (“Jimmy & Bob & Jack”) to romance (“Firefly”) — and they’re all easy on the ears … and good for the heart.

Son Little
Son Little
(Anti-)

Son Little sounds less like a guy and more like a gang, a host of soul-savvy kids banging from record shop to record shop, crate-digging sounds from down the street and across the big blue ocean. The first cut, “I’m Gone,” with its gargling vocals, street-smart lyrics, and sparse arrangement opens the record with the flick of an ear … and things just keep getting more interesting with every subsequent song. “Nice Dreams” echoes with ideas of Prince pushed through a '50s-era Wall of Sound. “Toes” stomps across the soundstage with the boldness of an '80s anthem. “Carbon” grinds black soul against a rolling stone. “Lay Down” gathers gospel in its arms and lays it at the feet of love and romance. Every cut here pricks up the ears and pushes the limits of what it means to make American soul music.

Promised Land Sound 
For Use and Delight
(Paradise of Bachelors)

Let’s acknowledge the white elephant in the corner of the room right from the git’ go: Singer/bassist Joey Scala couldn’t sound more like Tom Petty if he tried, and PLS’s debt to Petty’s influences — flying burritos and free fallin’ byrds — couldn’t be more obvious. Songs like the jingle-jangly “Push and Pull (All the Time)” and the feverish “Through the Seasons” fit snuggly in the Heartbreakers’ mold of “Running Down a Dream (Parts I and II)." Elsewhere, though, Scala and his brother Evan and their pals take licks at a lysergic lollipop (“She Takes Me There”) and meld a bit of Laurel Canyon with Laura Nyro (“Canfield Drive”). They also whip up a pretty sweet high mountain love song, as on “Through the Seasons.” Mixed in with their musical predecessors or not, this is a charming record filled with '70s psychedelic sunshine.

The Bottle Rockets
South Broadway Athletic Club
(Bloodshot)

And now for something completely different. Missouri’s men of musical mayhem don’t make a lot of records — just a dozen over the course of twice as many years — but when they do, we’re always quick to rip the wrap and fire up the CD player. This one delivers exactly what we’ve come to expect from Brian Henneman and company: whip smart lyrics (“Monday (Every Time I Turn Around)”), entertaining stories (“Big Lotsa Love”), big ass guitar riffs (“I Don’t Wanna Know”), and plenty of humor (“Big Fat Nuthin’”). There’s nuthin’ fancy here, just good, old-fashioned American rock 'n' roll … with extra attitude.

The Wood Brothers
Paradise
(Honey Jar)

There may be some bands out in the barn who are better known to the masses than the Wood Brothers, but none have stayed truer to their edgy ethic than Chris and Oliver Wood and their compatriot, Jano Rix. This record, which is already burning up three different Billboard charts, rocks hard (“Snake Eyes”), rocks harder (“Singin’ to Strangers”), then rocks gently (“Two Places”). The lyrics are stellar (“In the Army, he was Major … disappointment …") and the playing, as always, matches tempo against temperament to near perfection. A record we can’t get enough of.