Korey Dane – Youngblood – LP Vinyl

LP comes w/ Poster Insert & Digital Download Card.

Prufrock had the Emperor of Ice Cream in a headlock when the roar of a 37 Triumph Speed Twin made them both forget what they were fighting about. In walked an Anglo-Cherokee-Japanese skateboarder. Im Korey Dane, and youre both acting like children.

He had ridden from Joshua Tree where his father was rebuilding a 1953 Chevy Hardtop. Ive put my board away, gentlemen, and Ive picked up a guitar. I figure the board will never really let me say what I want to say, and frankly, nothing makes me cry like the 3 minor chord. The table was cleared for a round of Old Pulteneys as Korey Dane began his tale of woe and redemption.

Im twenty-five years old. My mother handed me East of Eden when Iwas twelve and Ive never been the same since. Neither has she. Mom and Dad headed in opposite directions; academe called her name and Dad, well Dad drove into the desert until he ran out of gas. And there he hung his hat. I tumbled for a whileand grumbled. But four wheels brought me where I needed to go. I probably did a little too much of this and way too much of that, but thats ok. Im better for it. Lera says Ive still got a long way to go. Hell, shes from Ukraine, for Christs sake. She should know.

Luckily, I heard and saw some things; Tom Waits, Bruce Davidson, Bob Dylan, Joni Mitchell, Aaron Embry, The Beatles and the Stones, Blake Mills, Mark Gonzales, Karen Dalton, and the Mats. Hitching across the country is like a 72-day answer to the question, Whats the worst thing that could happen? Well, Ive gathered a lot of answers to that question. But the bestthing that could happen was going around the country until I found myself back home. Listen to me. Im Dorothy fucking Gale!

Home is where I decided to take a position. Orville Gibson and Ernie Ball were my earliest accomplices. The three of us were sequestered for a couple of years until we all agreed I needed to step outside. I played for a few friends and nobody hit me. I felt this might work out.

I rolled some Legend of 91 and got to work. A hundred songsthree of them decent. Then I slept for three days. Woke up and wrote a hundred more. This time, two of them were worthwhile. This wasnt going well. After a while I met some folks. They were nice. They were encouraging. And they said, Surely you can do better than this. They introduced me to a mana cruel manwho made me do things no man should have to do. Scansion, modulation, chromaticismhe was mean and relentless.

But here I sit. Open to whatever comes. Youre both older gentlemen, now. Go home to your wives, your families. I feel ready.

The three of them went their respective ways. Prufrock and the Emperor are now long gone.