I’ve seen a lot of shows lately that would not strictly qualify as rock and roll shows. As Summer Solstice passes us by, these longer days long for unapologetic straight-forward rock with guitar, bass and drum forming a triangle of awesomeness. You know the formula…music that smells of alfalfa, tobacco, and Bud Light. Music that wreaks of corn, baseball, and Kevin Costner. Music that you can set your watch to, and music to which you can drive down that lonely highway without a shroud of loneliness.
In that vein, I present for your aural pleasure, Mr. Matt Mays and friends, a.k.a. El Torpedo. R.I.Y.L: Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers, Drive-By Truckers.
