Thursday July 23
Woody Pines
at Pisgah Brewing
7pm
http://www.myspace.com/woodypines
http://www.pisgahbrewing.com/
Woody Pines has been playing and singing since he can remember. He left home with his guitar on his back and made it thru 49 states before he was 19. Landing on the west coast, he co-founded a ragtime jug band, The Kitchen Syncopators, selling over a thousand of their self-
released recordings. They performed everywhere from the streets of New Orleans to Seattle’s Folklife Festival to the Oregon Country Fair. After cutting his teeth in New Orleans, Woody headed for the Mountains of North Carolina, playing old time music for dances, busking for tourists in Asheville, and releasing his first solo c.d., “Rags to Riches”.Traveling all over the south, including a stop in Nashville for a guest appearance at the Grand Ole Opry, Woody continued searching for remnants of that great old American music. Today, Woody is finding ways to reshape the old music. Weaving new stories from timeless threads, he combines freak realism and vaudeville showmanship with the sincerity and grace of the rich, traditional landscape of roots music. Woody plays with foot stomping high-energy gusto, strong enough to register on the Richter scale, but he can also croon a lazy mountain ballad.
from High Country Press, Boone, N. Carolina"
In a pinch, Pines and his pair of cohorts might be described as a group that makes the type of American roots music that sounds good coming out of a busted AM radio speaker. "
From: -Alli Marshall, Mountain Xpress:
Pines’ elegantly-disheveled fedora and vintage resonator guitar don’t set the mood (both are strongly suggestive of the musician’s mix of ragtime, country blues and lightning-speed folk), the backing band does the trick.
Crackerjack musicianship goes a long way toward a band’s greatness, but showmanship seals the deal. Pines, on stage, is an old soul and natural performer, unabashed on kazoo, easily engaging the audience ("Let us be the first band to play you your first Halloween song of the year,” he said—this was a January concert—before launching into spooky Appalachian tune “Red Rocking Chair"), and even managing to pull off a sing-along. A feat for any band; monumental for an opener. "
