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The Legendary Sons
Of Crack Daniels
-Troubadour Of Stomp-
In the interstellar desert there is a milky way bone man navigating a highway that does not exist. He speaks with a searing harmonica, setting the guitar lines on fire like the yellow breaks separating the highway at dusk as they pass in a rhythm of 33 and a 3rd, boot heels on the floorboards of a haunted car...EXOTIC UNDERGROUND, Seattle
"I've always been drawn to the lower notes on the guitar," says mAcdonald when questioned about his sound. His trademark is a unique dirtch of dark and murky blues boogie and sex-swamp. He is the epitome of an old school one man show with his custom made boot stomp box, electric semi-hollow guitar and a voice that is at once angelic and evil.
mAcdonald's ability to craft wry paeans to dislocation and put them inside catchy, often upbeat tunes makes him one of rock musics enduring, well-kept secrets. There are very few people out there who have the longevity and still possess the kind of brilliant power he does. -PORTLAND TRIBUNE
After seeing mAcdonald solo, it is easy to see how other instruments might just get in the way of the boogie spook and feelings he nails. There is a scent of the sweet and dangerous, of the sexy and vulnerable. The production aids in this definition of mood and Pat's records have the added blessing of John Parish (P.J. Harvey, Eels, Sparklehorse) as producer and sometimes player on his studio ventures.
mAcdonald has written songs for a long list of characters including Cher, Aerosmith, Peter Frampton, Imogene Heap and Pavorotti but you wouldn't know it from talking to him. With the exception of his newly re-released live record, "in the Red Room", you might have to search to find his music.
pat has the salt and pause of an elder statesman when he speaks about his philosophy of music and life. When asked about his denial of over a million dollars in advertising, he makes a point to state that his own opinions on the subject should never condemn anyone else in their choices. "Everyone has to find their comfort zone," he says, "Music adds magic to a product being sold, but for me, the product robs magic from the music. I made a promise to myself a long time ago. It's good to keep promises you make to yourself."
JASON BROOME, PERFORMERMAG.COM
-THE LEGENDARY SONS OF CRACK DANIELS-
Cracker Daniels (pat mAcdonald): guitar, harmonica, singin, bass, foot stomp;
Blacker Daniels (Eric McFadden): guitar, singin, mandolin, drums,
hoots and hollers.
About CRACK DANIELS:
What hideous whiskey-soaked love tryst begat the sons of Crack Daniels fear to imagine. Somewhere in the backwoods of radio free America, their cracklin souls scratched out of the transistor speakers into our generation. Like time-warped Troubadours from a past with talent unlike todays, the Legendary Sons Of Crack Daniels have grown together in a new musical form.
Cracker and Blacker create something entirely unique and apart from their own sounds. Together they create something that Morphine, Primus and Hank Williams would all hear in their waking nightmares.
-recording artist Adam Mackintosh-
MUSICAL SIBLINGS PAY TRIBUTE TO DEAD FATHER
"Pappy liked to do him a little drinkin" says Blacker, the younger of the two half brothers. Born just days apart, "our time of conception was even closer" says Cracker, "You see ol' daddy Crack, rest his soul, and our mommas did a little partyin one night, and Blacker an' me...well, we're as close to twins as you can get, him bein colorer an' all..." Blacker nods, adding "We never knew pappy, except from one old picture and the stories our mommas tell."
Records show that the senior Daniels died of unknown causes before the birth of his sons, and the grief stricken mothers rented a Memphis flat and raised the boys together.
"Our mommas always spoke highly of him," says Cracker, "They say that even though pappy had a reputation for bein wild, he was a good man.
About Purgatory Hill: (pat mAcdonald & melaniejane)
My mother, Heaven William (aka: Heaven Hill), rest her soul, was a distiller's daughter, and a tea-totaler all her life. She met my father, a rounder, a drifter, "a good client..." in the burlesque house she managed in Memphis,TN. She gave me the name "Purgatory" because it was, she said, "the nearest thing to Heaven I could find" and handed down the surname "Hill" (her stripper name) because she "liked it."
I suppose i fit the category "one-man band" because i make all the noise of a band (due in large part to the main instrument i play, the Lowebow or "Purgatory Hill Harp" built by the brilliant John Lowe, aka "Johnny Lowebow") on the suggestion of blues great Richard Johnson, and because, despite multiple identities, there's only one of me. I also play harmonica on a neck rack, and a stomp board developed by my mentor pat mAcdonald (aka "Troubadour of Stomp")
(More details of my life will become available as they're created)
NEW 2012 CD available at purgatoryhill.com!
Thanks to everyone for supporting our live shows! We are so fortunate to have such dedicated fans and getting to know you each time we're in your area is a special treat for us!!!
In the 1980's pat also formed Timbuk3.
TIMBUK3, best known for their hit song The Future's So Bright I Gotta Wear Shades, enjoyed Top 40 radio success, resulting in multi-album recording contracts, television appearances, magazine features and International touring. In 1987, TIMBUK3 received a Grammy nomination for Best New Artist. Their unforgetable video was nominated for MTV..s Best New Artist Video. Television appearances included Saturday Night Live, Late Night With Conan O'Brien, Austin City Limits, MTV and Solid Gold, among others.
Besides headlining their own shows around the world, TIMBUK3 opened for Bob Dylan, Sting, Bonnie Raitt, Jackson Browne, James Brown and others. Commander William Walker of NASA's space shuttle Endeavor played Timbuk3's music in outer space - the highest rotation an earth-bound artist can achieve. Timbuk3 disbanded in 1996. Six years late they were inducted into the Texas Music Hall of Fame.