perfidy

As loyal readers know, my lovely wife Mrs. Buckethead is in a band. Dead Men's Hollow plays what they like to call 'Acoustic Americana,' a blend of bluegrass, old school country, blues and gospel. Yesterday, the little brown Santa, UPS, delivered several hundred pounds worth of their debut, full-length CD. It's called Forever True:

So, in honor of this momentous occasion in the history of music, here are some links:

• The Band's webpage.
• A really good song.
• Their schedule.

DMH has come up in the world quite a bit over the last year or so. Despite losing half the band at one point, a psycho significant other (she actually said, "I'm not trying to be Yoko Ono") and the Bob the base player feeding his hand into a wood splitter, they have persevered. The vocal harmonies are tighter, sweeter and better than ever. And now the hard work is paying off - they're getting good reviews, playing bigger venues, and generally kicking ass. At first, in the early days, I have to admit that I went to the shows because it was my wife's band. But I have to say that even were she not my wife, right now I'd still really dig this music. Check it out.