Jeffrey Foucault - ProfilesArchive

About Me

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THE NEW YORK TIMES:
"Jeffrey Foucault is a young man with an old soul... contemporary and timeless."
THE CHICAGO SUN-TIMES: (4/4 STARS)
"One of the best albums of the year... Those who recall Bruce Springsteen in the pre-"Born to Run" days will hear echoes of the Boss."
THE NEW YORKER:
"An album full of gravelly, gorgeously rolling poems about weather, trains, and love... exceptional."
THE NEW YORK POST:
"Reflective roots music... Ghost Repeater drips in pedal steel and quiet beauty."
THE IRISH TIMES: (5/5 STARS)
"Quietly brilliant."
NO DEPRESSION:
"There is no America like the one that serves as a backdrop for the songs on Jeffrey Foucault's aching new album... his spare, rootsy tunes are deceptively complex... the title track is the real stunner here... guitarist and producer Bo Ramsey augments Foucault's acoustic songs with sinewy fills on electric guitar, adding a high-lonesome feel and ominous undertones."
THE WASHINGTON POST:
"Not that Foucault doesn't know the dark side of being from the U.S.A. It's hinted at in the lyrics and also in Foucault's voice, a young man's baritone that's been roughed up by the grit of creation, revealing layers of wisdom and wonder... [he] can conjure demons as adroitly as his Americana heroes Chris Smither and Townes van Zandt."

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 3/22/2006
Band Website: jeffreyfoucault.com
Influences: The first record I ever bought was Little Richard's Greatest Hits, on cassette. I was in the 5th grade and I'd seen a public television program about early rock n roll and heard Big Mama Thornton sing "Hound Dog", and it drove me crazy. I went out looking for her at Tobin's drug store and came home with Little Richard instead.

The last thing I bought was the new Wilco live record. I was in Sebastopol, California between shows and theres a great little record store there.

In between times there was my Dad singing along with Don Williams and Gordon Lightfoot in the car; Bob Dylan and John Prine spinning on the lonely high school turntable; the Beatles and then the Stones; the Smiths, the Cure, the Violent Femmes, various bad haircuts; Bill Camplin playing Sultans of Swing with a pedal steel player who's dead now; Greg Brown singing about Iowa, love, sex, death, and fishing; a book of Kenneth Rexroth poems from my anarchist cab-driving uncle; a dubbed tape of Bill Monroe and the Bluegrass boys I found in the breakroom when I worked for the UW Grounds Dept; Misters Steinbeck, Hemingway, and McCarthy, and my Mother's King James Bible; Townes Van Zandt's Live & Obscure every night at bedtime for a couple of years; Tom Petty's Full Moon Fever cranked in my brother Jack's pickup truck on the first day of river fishing in the spring; Neil Young's Comes a Time a windfall in the glovebox of a little white Mazda B2000 I bought for 300 bucks (the muffler fell off while I was test-driving it); Chris Smither's pointy Italian shoes supplying the notes he didn't play while he sang out all that sweet pathos; Satin Sheets taped from an LP, with the warp and hiss of the turntable still on it; Richard Buckner's Devotion and Doubt in the aftermath of a cocktail party I never left but just got tucked into with my shoes on and wound up with a new girlfriend; all those old blues guys: Sonny and Lightnin', Bigs Bill and Joe, Mississippis John and Fred, Blinds Willie McTell and Johnson; Frederick Remington's paintings; solo Monk and the Blue Yodeler; Hank and Johnny and old George Jones; Miles and Coltrane and Stan Getz, Keith Jarrett and even a George Winston tape I got obsessed with; Bo Ramsey swinging his cowboy hat side to side; Ted Hawkins on a late night drive from Billings to Seattle; Peter Mulvey singing Time by Tom Waits for some nice little old ladies in England; The Gettysburg Address; my wife singing a love song. Its all in there and everything else too.
Record Label: Signature Sounds Recording Company
Type of Label: Indie