Tall Tales

12 Dec

The whiskey holler was out the other night, or was it daytime?…i suppose that’s relative…from our perspective, i guess it was right in the middle of day and night – twilight, as it were, and we’d been walking for a while, just kinda talkin’ and lookin’ and sippin’ on a nice little bit of brown likkor out of a tin can with a spout, when we found a bridge, but it was one of those bridges not made for cars or bikes or any wheeled vehicles, considering there were staircases on either side, preventing any standard movement for, let’s say a scooter to make approaching the…footbridge, tha’s it, and anyways, we were right at the foot of this staircase that led to the footbridge, which went akross some train-tracks, cause usually a bridge is a way over something that needs to continue with what it’s doing without interruption: bridge over troubled water, for instance : and we’re hearing a train a’coming, coming ’round the bend, and we scoot all our behinds up that staircase and get into that caged entrapment of a bridge right as the train is coming, and at this point, it’s right underneath, coulda jumped into the passing cars, but instead threw some pennies, so ole’ Abe Lincoln could get a vacation outta our pockets, and he landed each time with a nice little…”dink” “d-dink-dink” “clink” jumping all mad-like around in those empty coal-carts, which we liked doing a whole awful lot, not too sure why, it wasn’t a free game, though not too considerable of a cost, and we were all smiling and laughing and sipping some more outta that tin can, when we ran outta copper and figured thom jefferson and his silver stallions were too valuable to waste on some locomotive who was too busy to even whistle at us – just the mockingbirds were whistling and that kinda teasing ain’t so fun, so we gathered ourselves and went back down the steps, watched as the train came a-rollin, down on to san antone…musta been the longest train we’d seen we decided, and when it finally stopped comin round the bend, it was next week, but we stayed there, talkin and lookin and sippin – that ole tin cup never did give up either – till there wasn’t nothin left but track, so we did what you do when you see train tracks, and that’s walk…walk…walk…walk…and we walked till we smelled something awful, so awful all eight individual eyes, four pairs on four folk, were all squinched up and we buried our noses into our elbows and the sides of our mouths bent down on either side like we were four cowboys looking at something real terrible, cause we were.


there was a white-tailed deer laying ever-so still on the track, well sort of.  he was laying on the track, but now, half a him was on one side, the other on the other, cut right down the damn middle.  we all got a little closer, inspecting and such, and passed the tin cup around, but she was empty from crying away all her whiskey, so we just stood there perplexed.  how did that sucker end up so torn like that?  we decided that the train had to keep doing what it was doing and there wasn’t no stopping.  that kinda drive forward is a powerful thing, something that can end up killing, at least in this instance.  we were smart enough to use that bridge, to not get in the way of something more powerful than we were.  so there’s gonna be those times, when somebody or something is gonna be barrelin on down towards you and you gotta decide, am i gonna let this mother go? or am i gonna stand in its way?  now, we’re not saying don’t stand up fer yerself, and we’re also not saying keep a blind drive forward.  we’re just saying, don’t bring a knife to a gun fight and don’t forget to keep yer eyes open all the time.


gimmeesum mor whuskey

4 Dec

that’s right. gimme that whiskey.  here’s a track from the Big Three Trio, featuring Chicago bluesman, Willie Dixon.  Besides being a musician, Dixon was a professional boxer and was a sparring partner for Joe Louis, world heavyweight champion from 1937-49.









Here’s an old country track Dixon did:



Anyways, on the Hollering front, we’re getting things mixed and mastered, looking to have an EP you can hold in yer hands.  There’ll be five songs on it.  I hope to to see you listening to it…maybe we’ll post a track or two so you can get a taste on yer tongue, get you to want some more, thirsty/hungry, as it were, if you will.


ps. we’re appearing live next Friday, Dec 9, at the Shadow Lounge as part of the Human Rights Day Celebration.  It’s an early show, we go on at 6:45, so get yer Friday Happy Hour fix of the Whiskey Holler.  Joining the stage will be Pittsburgh’s favorite indie twee chamber band, SleepyV.


24 Nov

This year, the Whiskey Holler is thankful for you!


Happy Thanksgiving, eat a bunch of:


21 Nov

Hey there, Hollerites.

Just wanted to reach out to all y’all looking for some honest music.  Hopefully we give you what yer looking for.  Tonight can be yer litmus test.  We’ll be playing with Columbus, OH folk outfit, SaintSeneca, and local dudes, Ursa Major at the Mr. Roboto Project, an artist’s venue that used to be located out in Wilkinsburg, closed dahn fer a few, and now is reopened and brandspankin in Bloomfield/Garfield.  It’s an earlier show, starting at 7pm.  Check it out.


And then there’s this:

And this:


These are pure and simple, songs that rely on no more than she and he, guitarin’ and stompin’, with a bit of hollerin’ for good measure.

God bless you.

ps.  look out for an EP coming from your favorite band named The Whiskey Holler!

November 21

16 Nov

On this coming Monday, November 21, the Whiskey Holler will be playing with SAINTSENECA, a band out of Columbus, OH.  Listen to their tunes here.  You can get a real tangible feeling from these recordings, but watch some of their videos; there’s a spontaneous reaction occurring in these live sessions, something that only exists when sitting in front of them.  They all play acoustic instruments (no amps), suggesting that their chords and harmonies and lyrics and melodies and faces and hands are all the most important right then, when they play that chord and sing that harmony.  It’s a live thing, man.  You gotta hear-see it.

And you can this monday at the Mr. Roboto Project.  Facebook event here.

We’ll also be playing with local folk-outfit, Ursa Major, a band we’ve been meaning to share a stage with for a long time now.

Also here:

and then here:


11 Nov

Take a listen to this one:

The Kossoy Sisters really knock it out of the park.





The Whiskey Holler is releasing an EP.

Take a listen on our bandcamp when the word is given.


Keep on keepin’ on

8 Nov

First and foremost, howdy.


Secondly, how goes it?  Over at the Holler, we’re gearing up for winter.  You know, the cold?  Gathering a bunch of firewood, longjohns, and (duh) whiskey.  A few cable-knit sweaters for good measure.  We’ve been fattening ourselves, too.  Not for hibernating purposes, mostly just as a side effect of our lack of exercise.


Anyways, October is over.  That’s what I’m trying to drive home.  Why is this important?  Well, cause, the Holler has recorded a new EP.  A collection of songs that will be available on a physical CD.  Ain’t that something.  These songs are a long time coming, and we’ve spent some real good time on them, making sure that they’re an honest representation of the messages that we’re trying to convey.  We’ve been assembling help from lots of different sources and getting inspiration from friends and family.


Speaking of inspiration: DAZZLETINE.   They’re releasing their 7-track record this Saturday at Garfield Artworks, and have asked us, along with SleepyV and IKE., to party all night.  All, night. Like, all night.  It’s gonna be huge.  Lots of good people coming to see lots of good music.