Murry won the room over with his humour, tales, guitar, and voice. He made a connection with the sun-kissed audience immediately when he humbly expressed his disbelief at being…
Confusing. I made this record for my wife. And to survive emotionally. And now, some years later to have so many people seemingly relate to it is both creepy and supportive in some way.
*JUST ANNOUNCED* THU 22 JAN – SYDNEY FESTIVAL – Festival Garden, Hyde Park – Circus Ronaldo Tent – Sydney NSW
This industry is screwed – the 99 per cent of people who’re in it because they think they can make money out of it, and the other one per cent does it because they have to do it – and I’m in that one per cent. – JM
John Murry’s songwriting is not for the faint of heart. You know anyone who pens a line such as “what keeps me alive/ is going to kill me in the end” is confronting their nightmares more than living their dreams.
An album of cosmic Americana that like Wilco and the National sits somewhere between the dark confessionals of Neil Young and the intense slow rock of Bill Callahan.
” I just happened to make one of the ones that got lucky. That’s the only difference, you know.”