Last Saturday night I went to a house concert to see tousled haired Virginian troubadour, A.J. Roach, perform in front of
40 random music lovers who had all crowded into the fourth floor billiard room of the Albert Drive Studios, a Victorian villa turned arts venue.
My toe did not stop tapping for two hours, call it the Jungian call of Appalachia and the proddings of my ancestors past but AJ Roach gets into your bones and makes your skeleton dance.
I'm loathe to pigeon hole musicians but oh, ok then you strong armed me, had Michigan pretender Kid Rock actually been born in the South, been abducted by aliens who mixed his DNA in a Petri dish with Neil Young's it might sound a lot like this - I rarely post videos, I mean who has time? This is a tribute to his great grandfather who was a moonshiner and counterfeiter, oh to have such a colourful family tree - one of husband's lot was shipped off to Australia for whoring!
AJ Roach is going to be in Edinburgh and London next, see you there, mine's a large bourbon; be there or dwell in the moping land of disappointment.