Hands of Fortune
Jim Henry: electric guitar, dobro
J.J. O'Connell: drums
Rhees Williams: bass
Brie Sullivan: backing vocal
Max Wareham: backing vocal
Raised in rural upstate New York, Eric Lee's earliest introductions to music were the sounds of his mother's piano and the songs of John Gorka, Bob Dylan, and Jackson Browne. He began studying classical violin and traditional Irish fiddle at the age of nine, and was soon performing and recording with local artists. After moving to Western Massachusetts' Pioneer Valley, he continued playing live and in studios, branching into psychedellic rock and bluegrass, playing in the pit orchestras of musicals, and writing his own songs and compositions.
In 2007, Lee attended the Falcon Ridge Folk Festival, where the newly-formed supergroup, The Strangelings (featuring musical legends Pete & Maura Kennedy, Christina Thompson, Rebecca Hall, Ken Anderson, and Cheryl Prashker,) spotted Eric and his fiddle and invited him to join them on an informal campground performance. That Saturday night, after two days into his first music festival, Eric Lee, (then eighteen), was playing on the main stage as the band's newest member.
With the conclusion of the Strangelings' two-year run, Eric became a member of the Falcon Ridge Folk Festival's House Band, a position formerly held by virtuosic violinists Tim Carbone (Railroad Earth) and Jake Armerding (Barnstar), and has since accompanied such iconic artists as John Gorka, Peter Rowan, Vance Gilbert, Dan Navarro, The Kennedys, Lucy Kaplansky, The Nields, the Grand Slambovians, Tom Rush, and Eliza Gilkyson, among others. It is these landmark artists along with the works of the revered late song smith Dave Carter that have inspired Lee's own songwriting.
The music of Eric Lee is a chimera of genres and influences; an ever-evolving world of sonic exploration with stand-alone melodies always at it's core. His new EP traverses a range of emotion, from the unbridled joy of love in "Miles Above the Ground" to the wrenching pain of Eros in "To Write you a Song"; the unflattering honesty of coping with loss ("Life Without You") to the cosmic petition to the ancient powers in "Hands of Fortune."
In addition to performing either solo or with a backing band, Lee plays regularly with New England-based bluegrass bands the Gather Rounders, and continues to work as a sideman and session musician. He plans to record and release a full-length album in the near future.
I'd have to say it's a toss-up between John Gorka and Lori McKenna.
Make a grand gesture to the girl you love to let her know how you feel. It has NEVER worked for me, nor quite possibly for anyone else in recorded history.
I saw Jonathan Edwards perform in a hole-in-the-wall coffee shop in Auburn, New York when I was about 10. An incredible performance, and while I'm sure it was a fluke that Mr. Edwards wound up playing such a small venue (and I mean tiny; you'd be lucky to fit more than twenty people in that place!,) I was amazed at how his songs, expressed through one voice and one guitar, could be so effortlessly transporting. A truly remarkable experience.
So this question is pretty loaded, and I've got a lot of thoughts on the topic. First of all, if you're driving on the major highways for touring, it can be surprisingly hard to find memorable food that won't take much time off of your route to get too (it's getting to be more and more the same generic chain restaurants at the rest stops) That being said, if you're willing to throw health concerns straight out the window, you can get some really interesting food at the truck stops in Missouri. Food so rich in neon colours so you won't notice the flavor it lacks, and cheese curds seasoned to accommodate surprisingly varying tastes (Buffalo, Jamaican Jerk, Rosemary and Olive Oil... innovative stuff). This stuff is great because it's so different, and the folks that frequent these spots are really helpful and eager to steer you to the choices that are the most bang-for-your-buck! One time I was driving through northern Vermont when I passed a sign before a big pull-off that read simply: "FREE FOOD FOR BIKERS" I was curious enough to be hungry for what this was all about (or was that the other way around?) and decided to check it out. I just stepped out of my car when a man who could have been the mascot for Hell's Angels hurried up to me yelling "Hungy?! We've got food... doesn't matter if you're a biker or not!!!" Turns out this guy and his whole family own and live on a sizeable amount of land right off the highway, and run a massive grilling operation during the agreeable seasons with the express purpose of feeding whomever was hungry... whether your a biker or not. I was told several times to eat as much as I like, under the condition that I took a bag of cookies when I was done. After having my fill of burgers, hot dogs, and exceptional chili, I left some money in the contributions bucket and took a bag of cookies (red velvet, to my great pleasure.) I found that each bag also contained a pocket-sized "Biker's Bible", which had abridged selections from the renowned Good Book and a golden Harley set into faux leather binding. Definitely one of my more memorable road food experiences. From a purely culinary standpoint, I'd have to say the most exceptional food I've had while traveling was at a spot called the Rendezvous in Memphis. It's located down an alley across from a parking garage on the way to Beale St, and serves some of the best dry-rub ribs you'll ever find, and they make their coleslaw with a delicious spicy mustard. They offer chicken as their vegetarian option.
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