Winter Harvest and the slightly drunken artful folk punk tale - "Sunspots and Squirrels" (Live)

 

"cut forward to the car crash where the hero is seldom seen"

Winter Harvest, the musical persona of one Art Katz, singer-songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, producer, tells curious stories that feel like a dark hallucination in a Live performance of "Sunspots and Squirrels" performed at Betty's Desert Flower Inn in Copper City, California. You can hear the ice in the drinks clinking, the hushed ambient conversations and given the tone and tenure of Katz's drawn out gritty road worn vox, you get the picture of one of those delightful places that have been around a while too. Where you feel at home as long as you play by the rules, where you are treated with an earthy respect, where the youngest waitresses or drink slingers are around 50 with raised eyebrow smiles and names like Mabel or Darlene.

Winter Harvest has a way with words and a sort of busker meets dark folk vocal countenance. You can feel a heavy floating pyschedelia swirling around the song as well as a punk heart beating, something wise and rascally in between Lou Reed and Leonard Cohen. His new CD is aptly titled "Brooklyn" because as he says "it was there, in that long ago faraway place, that it all began."

-Robb Donker Curtius

Winter Harvest/Brooklyn · Sunspots and Squirrels

THE FACTS AS WE KNOW THEM - PRESS NOTES:

https://winterharvestmusic.com/

https://open.spotify.com/track/37iCuHbx2LwK1xFF8m2RLI

https://soundcloud.com/user-760722275/sunspots-and-squirrels

https://music.apple.com/us/album/sunspots-and-squirrels-live/1565856491?i=1565856495

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LgaEk9-17kg

https://www.deezer.com/us/track/1363284742



My musical journey began long ago and far away at a time when bouffants and pompadours ruled the earth in a place called Brooklyn, New York.

Thanks to my older sister, Francine, (see cover photo) I was raised on rock ‘n roll. Yeah, “rock ‘n roll,” not “rock” that came much later.

Chuck Berry, The Beatles, do-wop, Motown, and the like. If Francine liked it, it must be cool so I began “borrowing,” she would say, “ransacking,” her record collection. She “guided” me through my first couple of album purchases which culminated with, “Revolver.” I was hooked.

Later, after a few failed attempts with the typical array of school band instruments, she saved me from a world of broken reeds and spit valves and presented me with my first guitar; an inexpensive, (Cheap) nylon string that she’d outgrown when she’d purchased a “real” guitar with a fancy hard-shell case. Not knowing any better nor comprehending that there were such animals as left-handed guitars I made the best of it and was quickly enamored by its sonic capabilities.

(Note: I’m still left-handed I still play right-handed and I’m now, more than ever, enamored by its sonic capabilities)

It was around that time that I read the Hunter Davies Beatles biography and I knew that I’d found my destiny, my calling, my greater purpose: I was going to be a starving singer-songwriter. Like Bob Dylan. (Only without the gold records and the world-wide accolades)

And some would say that in that much at least, I have resoundingly succeeded.

Anyhow, welcome to my new CD aptly titled, “Brooklyn.” Because it was there, in that long ago faraway place, that it all began.

Enjoy the ride, a splendid time is guaranteed for all.

Winter Harvest, art rock, dark folk, storyteller rock, singer songwriter, Live from, Betty's Desert Flower Inn, Copper City, California, Brooklyn, New York, guitar, "Sunspots and Squirrels",