Year: 2016
Time: 53:58
Size: 125,8 MB
Label: Self Released
Styles: Funk/Blues/Americana
Art: Front
Tracks Listing:
1. Venus Cave - 3:09
2. Hand to Mouth - 4:42
3. Hip Shootin' Boogie - 3:15
4. Crazy Fuckin' World - 3:38
5. Moonlit Nile - 4:31
6. Showdown - 4:59
7. Queasy Street - 3:52
8. Horse Beater Blues - 3:59
9. Dog Y Bone - 3:30
10. Old Porch Swing - 3:34
11. Riding the Dog - 3:49
12. Do It with You - 3:33
13. The Blues Bad - 3:00
14. Best Thing - 4:20
Skid Row Riddim & Blues with a short detour through Uptown Funk!
Smack Daniel is the nom de guerre of you-know-who wishes to remain as anonymous as is now impossible. Born up north, heading south ever since, with never expected stops along the way ….
Smack is a New Yorker through and through, tried and true: born in Buffalo, bred in the Metropolitan area. After a youth misspent on the North Shore of Long Island where he first began penning original material, he made his way across the Sound to SUNY Purchase, where he was a Film major. Fired from his job as late-nite college-DJ on his first day for playing Jim Morrison’s “Ode To My Cock” (turns out there was someone listening, who in this case just happened to be the Dean) he was soon thereafter strongly advised to take a time-out from his studies. Which he did, using his student loan to start (with his song-writing partner-in-crime: the ace guitarist, producer/engineer extraordinaire Paul Schellack) The Relics, soon to become The Scandals, punk’n’roll rebels on their way to rock bottom. After the band’s break-up, he drifted into NYC’s The New School, where a fellow poetry workshopper steered him toward The Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics in Boulder, Colorado. There he played guitar and sang back-up for Allen Ginsburg, Naropa Institute’s fearless Buddhist enabler; worked the graveyard shift cleaning movie theaters, as a roller-skating waiter at The Last American Diner’s early-bird breakfast; and best of all as Ginsey’s Poet Pick-up & Delivery Service, whose roster of Beat luminaries included Bob Creeley, Ed Sanders, Gary Snyder, Marianne Faithful and Jim Carrol (who borrowed Smack’s Strat and needed blow to get through teaching his course on Rock Lyric Writing) to name but a few. Later, to placate parents for whom a college degree meant everything, he enrolled at CU Boulder, graduating many years later by correspondence from the jungles of Guatemala. During his time in the academic wilderness, he traveled wherever, whenever, and however he could, doing whatever it takes to keep the spirit alive. Ravaged by dysentery, he barely made it to San Francisco, where he found a job making costume jewelry over the Golden Gate Bridge in San Rafael. A year of living on Skid Row, south of Market, was seared into his soul, at which point he took a friend’s offer of sanctuary in Normandy, fell in love, got married, had two kids, moved to Italy and there resides on Queasy Street, where he is bound to end his days in dedicated debauchery, playing the dive bars he now calls home. At present he is working on a novel based on his misadventures which will most likely never see the light of day. He is also an abstract nature photographer, has worked as cook, car salesman, book peddler, high school English teacher, landscaper, carpenter, stonemason, boat painter and espresso jockey.
On Queasy Street
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