8:00PM
to 9:00PM
event::type
Music
Venue:
18th Floor at Hilton Garden Inn (500 N IH 35)
Artists: Jack Wilson
About: Jack was born in Austin. He grew up two minutes away from Townes Van Zandt's Clarksville trailer home. Jack met Jerry Jeff Walker when he was 12, and told him that he hated country music. He met Willie Nelson when he was 16 and asked to borrow a pick. Jack has an abiding love of menthol cigarettes and Irish whisky. Went to college, got busted, went to Seattle, started a band. Lived in basements, drank a mountain of PBR, just like everyone else. Jack can't stand that fucking beer. Met amazing musicians, at home in Austin and in Seattle alike. Kept writing substantially less shitty songs. Jack Wilson's first record, America's National Entertainment, was fine, but unnoticed. The new self-titled record was on 90.3 Seattle Radio KEXP's Top 10 Americana chart for ten weeks of May, June and July 2010. "Jack Wilson has the kind of heartfelt, wizened voice that lots of country-folk men have: It's a warm, pull-up-a-barstool-and-I'll-tell-you-a-story-of-heartbreak-my-friend kind of a voice. Lots of musicians coast on that kind of voice, writing songs about how their true love has hair like shafts of wheat but not anymore because she is dead or some silly shit like that. But Wilson ventures out into the fringes of country to push at expectations in a tremendously satisfying way. He out-and-out croons, for instance, on "Out of Bed," stretching his voice in a way that, say, Bonnie "Prince" Billy would never dare to risk." Paul Constant, THE STRANGER, Seattle
