Todd Hoke

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Title track from the album of the same name. Which is why it's the title track--yes? Michael Austin on clarinet, Oliver Steck on trumpet (pictured above with his styrofoam coffee cup mute), Will Landin on tuba, and a trio of Canadaland Harmonizers are the featured ingredients in this bowl of gumbo. This one is fun fun fun and still makes me bounce a little bit when I hear it.

Townes Van Zandt

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From "The Turning of the Wheel." Recorded live in the living room of Christine Albert & Chris Gage with a bunch of my friends providing singalong support alongside Rich Brock--who is also my friend--playing some lovely harmonica. The song is by Townes Van Zandt (pictured above) who once said "There are two types of music: the blues and Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah." This lands somewhere in the middle I guess, leaning slightly to the Zip-A-Dee-Etc end of the spectrum.

 

Todd Hoke

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From "Southland." It's my sad Christmas song and the world needs more of those don't you agree, Mr. Bailey? Jeff Tveraas adds a touch of percussion and some subtle keyboards to this track. This song was inspired by a donation jar on the counter of a bar in Ohio I was in one Christmas. They were soliciting funds to provide some holiday assistance to steelworkers that had just been laid off. As I walked home--we were visiting Mrs. Hoke's family--and the snow fell around me the lyrics started coming to me, drifting down among the snowflakes. I love the production on this one--it captures the mood just right to my ear. Your ear(s) may disagree. The image above doesn't correlate with the lyric 100%, but I dig this photo so am using it anyhow. So there, I guess.

Todd Hoke

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From "The Turning of the Wheel." This might be my favorite song that I've written. Probably it is. Christine Albert and Chris Gage provide harmonies (they were two-stepping in the booth between choruses), Paul Pearcy adds some skillfilled spoonwork, Ron Knuth plays some springtime fiddle, and Chris Gage also tosses in some Texas Hillcountry piano. I wrote this song as I drove from Austin to a gig at Inks Lake State Park in Texas. Spring was in full bloom and traffic was light so I steered with my knee and scribbled lyrics as I rolled along among the bluebonnets and Indian paintbrush. Photo above for those of you who've never experienced the glory of springtime in the Texas Hillcountry.