6am Repeat is a recurring feature here at Folk Hive in which we stream the latest track that plays incessantly in the earbuds when we awake at that hour and imbibe massive amounts of coffee and cigarettes in preparation for the advancing day.
Yesterday, I acquired an old record book made by the Federal Supply Service, full of lined paper and backed by sturdy green and creaky covers. I had planned on using said record book for drafts and reminders of new music that is touching me. For things I’ll most likely talk about here. And last night, while admiring such a miniscule piece of life long ago, I thought to myself “Dude, chillwave jams are gonna look silly in here considering the age of this goddamn book.” So I started off on the first page with thoughts on Cotton Jones.
The Jones of Cotton is arguably one of my favorite bands I’ve discovered this year. No shits. Word came down the proverbial pipe yesterday that there’s a chance I’ll be seeing the band early next year round these parts…which is rare, considering Missouri’s concert itineraries typically focus on Clint Black and Mel Tillis. Again, no shits. Obviously, I’m utterly stoked. Cotton Jones fits in my old record book. Cotton Jones fits in my life.
A treat this morning. TWO jams for the Repeat. Dig…
Cotton Jones :: Place At The End of The Street [MP3]
Cotton Jones :: By Morning Light [MP3]