Spudman
Luke Skyrawker
I happened upon a cool player today. Michael Katon.
http://www.katon.com/website.htm
http://www.myspace.com/michaelkatonband Listen to "Back To Your Cages" first.
He's a very authentic sounding gritty blues player residing currently in Hell. Yes, that is correct Hell, Michigan USA. I always knew Michigan could be difficult, but Hell? I bet the mayor is so proud. Anyway, I digress...
He's been putting out records since 1984. 10 of them in all. So far everything I've heard is a blues players delight, from a road house perspective.
This is the guy that you would love to see when you pull off the road for the night, check into some seedy little fleabag motel in the middle of nowhere and then can't sleep because of all the noise from the bar next door. You get dressed, go over to the bar (which is packed with people), make your way through the sweaty mass of gyrating human flesh to the stage only to end up captured by the same voodoo magic as everyone else. You end up dancing till 3 am oblivious to everything except the hypnotic pulse of the beat and the pseudo-human onstage teasing his guitar into other worldly sounds. Ya, that's him alright.
Check it out.
http://www.katon.com/website.htm
http://www.myspace.com/michaelkatonband Listen to "Back To Your Cages" first.
He's a very authentic sounding gritty blues player residing currently in Hell. Yes, that is correct Hell, Michigan USA. I always knew Michigan could be difficult, but Hell? I bet the mayor is so proud. Anyway, I digress...
He's been putting out records since 1984. 10 of them in all. So far everything I've heard is a blues players delight, from a road house perspective.
This is the guy that you would love to see when you pull off the road for the night, check into some seedy little fleabag motel in the middle of nowhere and then can't sleep because of all the noise from the bar next door. You get dressed, go over to the bar (which is packed with people), make your way through the sweaty mass of gyrating human flesh to the stage only to end up captured by the same voodoo magic as everyone else. You end up dancing till 3 am oblivious to everything except the hypnotic pulse of the beat and the pseudo-human onstage teasing his guitar into other worldly sounds. Ya, that's him alright.
Check it out.
R
