So, I spent the weekend in Nashville with my son Jack, his little brother, Sandor and the guys in Jack’s band, Natural Outlaw.
We tore that town up but by far, the highlight of the four day excursion was a show, Saturday night. Natural Outlaw played and once again, I was absolutely astonished. Their music is almost a throw back to Lynard Skynard/Marshal Tucker days. It’s guitar driven sleazy greasy Southern rock with smart lyrics.
It’s the kind of music that makes guy do shots and drunk girls get drunker then dance in a pack in front of the stage.
The boys know exactly what they are doing on stage but they don’t have a clue as to how the music business works. Still…folks show up when they play so they must be doing something right.
Everyone tells me they need a music manager. Apparently I can’t buy one so I’m asking you for help and I’m also giving stuff away.
Write to me at email@example.com and I’ll send you an ep with three songs and a bunch of books of Natural Outlaw matches. Pretty handy, right?
The first song on the EP is Miss Nessa about an adventure with a horny 55 year old cage fighter lady who tried to pick Ryan and Jack up in a dive bar. It’s a true store.
The second song gives me goose bump. “Make You Proud” is the only sweet love song Jack has ever written. It’s beautiful and he only drops the F Bomb once.
Track three is a gritty southern anthem that needs to be played in a massive stadium. It’s the song that reminds me so much of Skynard and makes me roll my windows up so I can crank it and sing really really loud. I can’t believe my son wrote it.
So Hampoland readers, from East Texas to new England, if you want this prize package let me know and I’ll fix you up. If you like it and want to help me find a music manager or record company or producer….well then I’ll love you forever and give you more matches.