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Lonesome Steve

About Me



How many pints of Lonesome does it take to make a fifth of Melancholy? Hell, if I could answer that I wouldn’t be putting pen to paper just now. But while we’re mullin’ it over why not pull up a fence post, sip an Irish coffee & give a stranger a friendly wink.
Struggling to laso a honky-tonk beat, with spurs tickling the belly of Americana roots music dipped in homespun folk fried gravy, Lonesome heads down the dusty trail covered with the puddles & footprints of everyone from Johnny Western to Calamity Jane.
Born on a pool table in Tennesee, he cost his Mother two bits by interrupting the game. To this day he strives to repay her with nickels and dimes earned playing coffee houses and feed store openings, spreading his tales of depression, delivery, deception & decoration throughout the land. Listen up, there's either a train comin' or a tea kettle whistlin'.
Lonesome Steve Discography:New EP "IN HELL FIRE HOT" FREE IF YOU JUST ASK!!!!!

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 20/05/2007
Band Website: www.cdbaby.com/all/lonesomesteve
Band Members: Lonesome (Lefty) Steve, Righty Ridenour, Miss Lil' Bit Blackburn
Influences: Honky- tonk juke boxes pre-Bocephus, the Roy Clark big note song book, anyone with words akin to Boxcar, Lefty or Whisperin’ in front of their name, the cast of Hee-Haw, Country Dick Montana or Patsy Montana, the same five character actors who appear in every John Wayne movie, Bobby Fleet & his band with the beat, Porter Wagoner's suit, Farmer Jason, Three Chords No Waiting, and of course Grandma.
Sounds Like: Lonesome Steve is the music you hear when at long last there's no more whining, no more indecision and nothing left to do but to crawl into one last long warm bath with a serrated steak knife and a mix tape of Wayne Hancock and John Coltrane. Because it's all over. Because you're an 8-dollar haircut in a 10-dollar shop and she was a custom-made woman in an off-the-rack world.Because you're in Kentucky every damn day, you go to bed with whiskey and tears, you wake up with hope and it's still Kentucky, no place of myth and high tenor, but a forgotten land of two-lane roads and stern faces peering from split-levels in sinkholes, long after the High Lonesome sound hit the acid rain and ran back down into a Velvet Underground where grass is never really blue and mosquitoes collect in the wet fetid spots beneath window air units. And it's over. It's over like John Lennon's dream. Like bituminous coal.Lonesome Steve's not for newbies nor poseurs. This is ugly, to-the-bone shit. If you think Johnny Dowd's a hoot and Lambchop's too polite, then Lonesome Steve is for you. Think if Nick Cave and Dale Evans had a devil child. Lonesome Steve. Dress sexy for his funeral. Because not only does he make a damn fine cup of coffee, he can mail it too.-Tommy Womack 1/12/03
Record Label: Shave & A Haircut Records
Type of Label: Indie

My Blog

Look At My.........

As I prepare for a walk, shot of scotch, and a few moments alone with my Bible sans winnie the pooh bookmark I muddle back over the day that will soon become just another faded entry in...
Posted by on Fri, 16 May 2008 17:46:00 GMT

food for thought

So I go six long tedious months with no blog, and now two, count 'em two in one day. Sort of a follow up actually on the earlier one, if you haven't read it yet, please hit pause on your DVR and hurri...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Dec 2007 18:46:00 GMT

Christmas card from a hooker in Evansville

Feeling depressed?, blue?, worthless?, void of any Christmas cheer, with the weight of the world hovering above your shoulders like the hummingbird of loneliness? Well my broken spirited friend come i...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Dec 2007 12:51:00 GMT

Teach a man to fish...

hello, my name is lonesome, i'm forty two years old, and i've never caught a fish. it all started when i was a youngster, we'd grab our poles after school, along with tackle boxes full of fancy doodad...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Jul 2007 07:17:00 GMT

new golden rule

"We dont' smoke, We don't chew, And We don't go with girls that do!"         &n bsp;   I learned that in Sunday school today. I understand that it...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Jun 2007 08:10:00 GMT

Smoke

Smoke, nothing but smoke. There's nothing to anything - it's all smoke. What's there to show for a lifetime of work, a lifetime of working your fingers to the bone? One generation goes its way, the ne...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Jun 2007 19:28:00 GMT

I Sold Out

I Sold Out, there now it's in the headline and also in the body of this work! I always claimed to be the only "artist" in the world without a myspace page, now long last the planets have all aligned a...
Posted by on Sat, 26 May 2007 20:54:00 GMT