So I'm in Nashville for a long weekend and one of the main reasons for visiting is catching The Felice Brothers with my brother's girlfriend. Of course it's the night of the day I arrive and although the car ride is a breeze, just 3.5 hours from Atlanta, we go on this extensive bike ride, checking out East Nashville and cruising around the neighborhood. Nashville is known for music, and surprisingly, not all country music. The Felice Brothers hail from upstate New York but certainly exert a Southern, folkish-Bob Dylan-esque fiddle and guitar musical style. They grabbed the honky tonk flavor of Nashville by the horns and blew the crowd away with pleasers like Whiskey In My Whiskey, Frankie's Gun and Run Chicken Run. The quartet, the 3 Felice brothers, Ian, lead singer, James, piano and Simone, drums are accompanied by bassist, Christmas, a childhood friend and every now and then they add on an extra string man, Farley, a rare oddball who's goofy dance moves are sided by his amazing fiddle playing. Singing about guns, the woods and just old country ways, this band is going to make it far, already touring across the nation this summer, even making a stop in Atlanta tonight at Smith's Olde Bar. I will be going again in lieu of witnessing the last great American act.
"Well my head is in pain, but I can't complain / Cause my sweetheart waits down the line / And I will be in a house by the sea / Or even if just in my mind.."
- Roll on Arte, Tonight at the Arizona - The Felice Brothers