PR zap from the Cary Baker, the noblest flak in America. I believe the Arizona Motel was somewhere on South 6th St. in Tucson, or should have been. I will update everyone as I hear more on this record.

And now for you a little mix of songs to bitter up your Valentine beverages. Evidently science once discovered that no songs are sadder than sad country songs, so here’s seventeen to roll you over and put you to bed for the holiday if you need it. I set some lively ones in the middle [...]

From cowboys to girls with the Hacienda Brothers

Hacienda Brothers’ singer/guitarist/accordionist Chris Gaffney lived up on Wardlow when he was a kid, and when he was a bored kid he’d get away from Wardlow whichever way he could—catching beachcombers drinking hobo wine on Tin Can Beach, weekend trips with dad to see Wynn Stuart at Tumbleweeds’ [...]