Johnston City - Decie’s Pride
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Decie’s Pride By Ben Quinn
This record is a whole, not a collection of parts. It is the musical manifestation of everything that drives Dan in his life, a rousing call to arms delivered with high-voltage panache, a startling symbol of the bounty you stand to reap when you tend your garden with unwavering dedication, unrushed and unencumbered by anyone’s code but your own. The record pulses with all the things he prizes as priceless commodities - love, family, friendship, loyalty, respect, tradition, generosity of spirit, monster jamming with space cadet mates on the same astral plane. Dan’s songs deserve this record. He is a consummate writer of stirring bangers made for long drives in sleek V8s, rollicking anthems in the great Springsteen and Seger tradition, tender lullabies to soothe mother and child in their exhaustion under the light of the silvery moon, soul-stirring bareback balltearers with hooks like Smokin’ Joe Frazier and smoother moves than a Swiss watch. His Johnston City brothers and sisters are guns, the lot of them. They leave egos at the door in service to these grand songs. Together they are a mighty force. Together they have conjured and captured the humanity that binds all of us who rage against the dying of the light in these fraught times when money is religion and the vacuous are feted as gods. Together they have rocked the Casbah and made light work of rolling the stone that haunted Sisyphus. Together they have shared in the spoils of their own Shangri-La and grown a record that will stand the test of time.
This record is a whole, not a collection of parts. It is the musical manifestation of everything that drives Dan in his life, a rousing call to arms delivered with high-voltage panache, a startling symbol of the bounty you stand to reap when you tend your garden with unwavering dedication, unrushed and unencumbered by anyone’s code but your own. The record pulses with all the things he prizes as priceless commodities - love, family, friendship, loyalty, respect, tradition, generosity of spirit, monster jamming with space cadet mates on the same astral plane. Dan’s songs deserve this record. He is a consummate writer of stirring bangers made for long drives in sleek V8s, rollicking anthems in the great Springsteen and Seger tradition, tender lullabies to soothe mother and child in their exhaustion under the light of the silvery moon, soul-stirring bareback balltearers with hooks like Smokin’ Joe Frazier and smoother moves than a Swiss watch. His Johnston City brothers and sisters are guns, the lot of them. They leave egos at the door in service to these grand songs. Together they are a mighty force. Together they have conjured and captured the humanity that binds all of us who rage against the dying of the light in these fraught times when money is religion and the vacuous are feted as gods. Together they have rocked the Casbah and made light work of rolling the stone that haunted Sisyphus. Together they have shared in the spoils of their own Shangri-La and grown a record that will stand the test of time.