"O Wednesday’s Child, born in June / Proudest of your darkest bruise / And where’d you learn to hide your tongue? / The second born to the second one..."
The colliding historical folk currents against grunge dusted alt indie rock of "Wednesday's Child", by Buffalo NY based band Tough Old Bird, feels like a convergence of many things, campfire stories, sea shanties, 70's folk rock and the lineage of people that cut paths and saw things. I personally (off the top of my head) am feeling an amalgam of iconic artists like The Drones, Hüsker Dü and Neil Young or iterations of a wide swathe of their works. I might think of other artistic tentacles and you will certainly feel other kinds of connections. I am appreciating the clean vocal countenance and harmonies and how they tonally work against the gleefully dirty guitars and kind of down home porch country aesthetic that shifts ever so slowly into something between that rock classicalism and cow punk territory, so cool. This is the kind of song that feels at once nostalgic while feeling potent in it's ability to frame our current situation to the past good or bad, blessed or fucking horrific. The sound also feels so utterly filmic. I could see this song in a future movie like a contemporary Western helmed by the Coen Brothers or Paul Thomas Anderson, yes, for sure. The musical break and outro fury starting at around 2:36 makes me so fucking happy. The cross cutting bold bass and guitars against the free wheelin' drumming is just perfect. Great bands know how to end their songs.
LINER NOTES (excerpted / bracketed):
[Brothers Matthew and Nathan Corrigan—Tough Old Bird’s founding members and primary songwriters—are joined by Ricky Bechard (drums) and Brendan O’Shea (bass). “Wednesday’s Child” marks the band’s first release of new material with this freshly expanded lineup. It is also the first in an ongoing series of singles, recorded across multiple sessions at Sunwood Studios in Trumansburg, NY over the past year, that aim to capture the sound of the band’s live show in a studio setting. Like most of the forthcoming singles, “Wednesday’s Child” was recorded largely live in-studio, with minimal overdubs.]
["Wednesday's Child," on Wednesday, June 24, marking the beginning of a summer release schedule that will see the group release a new single every three weeks throughout the season.]
-Robb Donker Curtius
LYRICS
O Wednesday’s Child, born in June
Proudest of your darkest bruise
And where’d you learn to hide your tongue?
The second born to the second one
And where’d you pull your power from?
What sacred root, what holium?
My conqueress, will I become
The burning hand, the copper sun?
I do not know these hills of mine
I do not know these hills of mine
But someday soon I’ll recognize
The poison in my own disguise
And so I’ve memorized its grip
The tangle in its finger’s tip
Its path worn smooth in stone
The promise of its long way home
I do not know these hills of mine
I do not know these hills of mine
But someday soon I’ll recognize
The poison in my own disguise
The Chicken Wheel will take you to the AP Go Fund Me- and any amount is so appreciated!
https://tougholdbird.bandcamp.com/album/wednesdays-child
https://www.instagram.com/tougholdbirdmusic
https://www.facebook.com/tougholdbird/
http://www.tougholdbirdmusic.com/
Tough Old Bird was formed by songwriting brothers Matthew and Nathan Corrigan in a remote corner of rural Western New York. The brothers grew up surrounded by music, in a tiny house in the woods that was heated by woodstove and insulated with stacks of paperback books.
After releasing their first full-length album, 'Gambling Days' in 2016, Tough Old Bird spent years on the road as an acoustic duo, releasing multiple albums and EPs before expanding to its current four-piece lineup, with Brendan O’Shea on bass and Ricky Bechard on drums.
Currently based in Buffalo, NY, the scope of the band’s sound has widened to encompass modern folk music and indie rock, influenced as much by 90s alternative and 60s roots-rock as by traditional folk music and classic country.
O Wednesday’s Child, born in June
Proudest of your darkest bruise
And where’d you learn to hide your tongue?
The second born to the second one
And where’d you pull your power from?
What sacred root, what holium?
My conqueress, will I become
The burning hand, the copper sun?
I do not know these hills of mine
I do not know these hills of mine
But someday soon I’ll recognize
The poison in my own disguise
And so I’ve memorized its grip
The tangle in its finger’s tip
Its path worn smooth in stone
The promise of its long way home
I do not know these hills of mine
I do not know these hills of mine
But someday soon I’ll recognize
The poison in my own disguise
The Chicken Wheel will take you to the AP Go Fund Me- and any amount is so appreciated!
THE FACTS AS WE KNOW THEM
https://tougholdbird.bandcamp.com/album/wednesdays-child
https://www.instagram.com/tougholdbirdmusic
https://www.facebook.com/tougholdbird/
http://www.tougholdbirdmusic.com/
Tough Old Bird was formed by songwriting brothers Matthew and Nathan Corrigan in a remote corner of rural Western New York. The brothers grew up surrounded by music, in a tiny house in the woods that was heated by woodstove and insulated with stacks of paperback books.
After releasing their first full-length album, 'Gambling Days' in 2016, Tough Old Bird spent years on the road as an acoustic duo, releasing multiple albums and EPs before expanding to its current four-piece lineup, with Brendan O’Shea on bass and Ricky Bechard on drums.
Currently based in Buffalo, NY, the scope of the band’s sound has widened to encompass modern folk music and indie rock, influenced as much by 90s alternative and 60s roots-rock as by traditional folk music and classic country.
Tough Old Bird, alt rock, folk, folk rock, historical folk, Buffalo New York, Brothers Matthew and Nathan Corrigan, singer songwriters, bassist Brendan O’Shea, Ricky Bechard (drums), Sunwood Studios, "Wednesday's Child",
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