A 1972 private-press country-folk outing from Link Wray's older brother, Vernon. This record was apparently self-recorded on 8-track in a Tucson shack- featuring ample contributions from all the Wray brothers- and released in an original edition of 400.
Where brother Link brought the heat more often than not, seems Vernon Wray might have been something of the thinker, or at least stoner, of the clan. While he cut his teeth in his bro’s band, the time comes to step out from the shadows – for Vernon this meant stumbling into the dusty Arizona sunlight and writing a really great, downtrodden country record. Admittedly a Kris Kristofferson fan and compatriot, this LP walks that same sundazed, wobbly country pop lane that If I Could Only Remember My Name, Pacific Ocean Blue and Oar stumbled down – maybe not so much in sound, but in the kind of post-hippie, where the hell do we go from here ‘70s comedown.
w/ Link recording Wasted
In this case, it means faded, lived-in country songs dappled with fuzz guitar here and there, and something that’s pretty perfect for staring deep into nothing on Saturday morning. While Vernon passed in 1979 – presumably from living hard, due to the title – this totem speaks well to his legacy and that of the ‘70s: that is, we still haven’t figured it out what the hell we’re supposed to be doing. via
w/ Kris
buy from Drag City. just 16.00
Vernon and Festus on Gunsmoke set. see more GREAT pix
A1 Facing All The Same Tomorrows
A2 God Is Color Blind
A3 Reaching Out To Touch
A4 Lonely Son
B1 Tailpipe
B2 Faces In The Crowd
B3 When I Start Drinkin'
B4 Prologue
B5 Sycamore Tree
B6 Prison Song
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note from comments by Tek;
"Actually it was recorded on an 8 track that vernon constructed himself from the remains of the famous wray 3-track shack that he dragged to AZ all the way from the family compound in MD. The songs are more humble and world weary than waylon and not as reverbed as they would have been with hazelwood at the paddles, but vernon defies easy comparison. I would also add that while it is true there is a darkness to the songs, they radiate more hope than the tag "Doom" allows room for. "
Vernon Wray - Prison Song by Dingus
A 1972 private-press country-folk outing from Link Wray's older brother, Vernon. This record was apparently self-recorded on 8-track in a Tucson shack- featuring ample contributions from all the Wray brothers- and released in an original edition of 400.
Where brother Link brought the heat more often than not, seems Vernon Wray might have been something of the thinker, or at least stoner, of the clan. While he cut his teeth in his bro’s band, the time comes to step out from the shadows – for Vernon this meant stumbling into the dusty Arizona sunlight and writing a really great, downtrodden country record. Admittedly a Kris Kristofferson fan and compatriot, this LP walks that same sundazed, wobbly country pop lane that If I Could Only Remember My Name, Pacific Ocean Blue and Oar stumbled down – maybe not so much in sound, but in the kind of post-hippie, where the hell do we go from here ‘70s comedown.
w/ Link recording Wasted
In this case, it means faded, lived-in country songs dappled with fuzz guitar here and there, and something that’s pretty perfect for staring deep into nothing on Saturday morning. While Vernon passed in 1979 – presumably from living hard, due to the title – this totem speaks well to his legacy and that of the ‘70s: that is, we still haven’t figured it out what the hell we’re supposed to be doing. via
w/ Kris
buy from Drag City. just 16.00
Vernon and Festus on Gunsmoke set. see more GREAT pix
A1 Facing All The Same Tomorrows
A2 God Is Color Blind
A3 Reaching Out To Touch
A4 Lonely Son
B1 Tailpipe
B2 Faces In The Crowd
B3 When I Start Drinkin'
B4 Prologue
B5 Sycamore Tree
B6 Prison Song
...
note from comments by Tek;
"Actually it was recorded on an 8 track that vernon constructed himself from the remains of the famous wray 3-track shack that he dragged to AZ all the way from the family compound in MD. The songs are more humble and world weary than waylon and not as reverbed as they would have been with hazelwood at the paddles, but vernon defies easy comparison. I would also add that while it is true there is a darkness to the songs, they radiate more hope than the tag "Doom" allows room for. "
Vernon Wray - Prison Song by Dingus
