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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.  Consider it your jam of the day — a sweet, sweet gift from me to you.  I love you, dude.

I’m adding Dallas to my list of cities in which I’d like to live, simply for the musical value of the lay of the land there.  All of Wisconsin and Raleigh, NC now have some great company.  Further, I’m adding The Fox and the Bird‘s debut album to my long, long list of shit I gots to purchase.  It’s being filed under the “Music That Is Good For The Human and Animal Soul Alike” sub-header on that list, FYI.

The Dallas Observer gifted us with this track yesterday and it’s been on repeat since I stumbled upon it.  Especially digging the “ooohs” and “ahhhhs” (but I always dig that), the banjo, and the fact that this goodness lasts over 4 minutes.  Thanks for the morning solid, you many people of The Fox and the Bird.  Really.


The Fox and the Bird :: Floating Feather [MP3]


This time (as opposed to this time), with a little less talk and a lot more tab.  Seriously, this shit up here is just out of control and all of it good, so let’s preserve it here for posterity, eh?  Eh.  (Note: The ass end of this post is video heavy.  But don’t get your knickers in a twist; watch all those movin’ pictures and get happy.)


Tab One :: Whiskey Folk Ramblers Facebook Page

Brought to my attention by drummer man extraordinaire Daniel T Hall as the Whiskey Folk Ramblers happen to be playing a CD release with his band, Fox and The Bird.  Good jams, good jams.

Whiskey Folk Ramblers :: Moanin’ Rag [MP3]

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Tab Two :: Dead Man’s Bones live video for ‘Name In Stone’

This here is a gem and one that I cannot say for sure how I located it or why.  But who gives a shit, yo.  I’ve hit replay on this video about a million times in the past week and I still find myself jonesing for this tune on the regular.  The choir moves me, the quiet weight of Gosling’s voice (yes, that Gosling), the fucking cemetery.  I raise my flag up into your heart, you let the wind come tear it apart.  Now clap along, kids.  [Sidenote: NOT CLOSING THIS TAB.]

Dead Man’s Bones :: Name In Stone (recorded live in a cemetery that is all) [MP3]

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Tab Three :: The Pines Daytrotter Session

I’ve yet to make it all the way through but I can tell you one jam in, it’s worth your time.


Tab Four :: Pigeon Row Bandcamp

Do not be confused, Pigeon Row is not a band (though, admittedly, I dig that as a band name), but instead a PR firm out of Nova Scotia.  But this looks to me like yet another tab I’ll need to keep open to further investigate.  After all, anyone (or any firm, whatever) working towards getting all the world acquainted with The Sheepdogs is good people in my book.  But the particular thing I’m jamming on via Pigeon Row?  I’ll just leave it down here for you…

Kate Maki :: Lose My Mind [STREAM]

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Tab Five :: The Lion & The Wolf Bandcamp

I’ve yet to really devour all of this yet either but 1:52 into the first tune and I was intrigued so atop my browser it sits.



Tab Six :: I Draw Slow’s video for ‘Goldmine’

Having never heard of Irish band (yes?) I Draw Slow, I wasn’t expecting much but I happen to love this song.  I’ve got a feeling I’ma need to be locating and downloading this album.



Tab Seven :: Lost In The Trees Violitionist Session

Had never heard of Violitionist either but hell, I’m down with it to the max.  Have heard of Lost In The Trees of course and also, down with that.  The combination of the two, below, is so so sweet.

Lost In The Trees :: Walk Around The Lake [MP3]

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Tab Eight :: Trampled By Turtles HearYa Session

Seriously, you guys, ‘Victory’ has been my fucking jam for a week (along with all this other shit up in here I said was my jam this week).  So naturally, I was really excited to run across notice of this just released HearYa Session yesterday.  On top of the awesomeness of my current fave jam being included, we were gifted with a new tune, ‘Widower’s Heart’.  It’s stunning.

Watch that video, seriously.  You cannot tell me there is anything much better in the world than a bunch of bearded dudes, sitting in a half circle, banjo and mandolin and fiddle abounding.  This video is the best 4:33 of my week, I shit you not.

Trampled By Turtles :: Widower’s Heart [MP3]

HearYa Session :: WEBSITE 


Tab Nine :: Dale Earnhardt Jr Jr cover ‘Higher Love’

Best cover of any Winwood song in the history of always.  HANDS FUCKING DOWN.  If you listen to that breakdown and disagree, we will fight.  With fists and shit.




You think your birthday rocks?  You think that time your uncle gave you a pint of SoCo to commemorate your day of birth was rad?  You think your mother baking you a Star Wars cake was the shit?  Bullshit.  The universe is giving me a new Megafaun album on my birthday.  I WIN.

As if I am an expert (in anything), let me quote myself: “Music, in itself, is an amazingly mysterious being (to me, anyway).  Even when it seems simple it certainly is not.  It is not unlike our familial lineage…”

I do not quoth myself to float thine own boat.  I do not retell the above without a point.  I live with a fixation on family: not just in the normal sense people assume when they hear that word, ‘family’, either.  It’s not about my mother and father or my child, though those connections are strong but instead I am helplessly drawn to other’s connections.  Megafaun, for instance, isn’t just about the music for me.  It’s about seeing men, grown men, in tears on a random Tuesday, on a random stage in a random state not their own, declaring love for each other and meaning it.  It is a sentiment felt in the music, one I cannot help but hear, one that hits me in the face every time I spin those records.  It is a feeling you can’t fake.  I like that.  I consistently find myself clutching onto music like this, grabbing at its limbs and listening again and again, looking for that feeling.  Headphones, volume at 10.  It’s not that I lack it in real-time in my life, it’s that I’m drawn to that thing which cannot be said.  It can only be felt.

Yesterday, I quickly mentioned an outfit that calls itself Dry Creek.  I hope you listened.  While listening to Dry Creek, I received an email from the man behind it and became aware of the connections between the aforementioned Dry Creek and The Beaten Sea, a band I spoke of here long ago.  When I stumbled first upon the latter mix of people picking banjos and employing singing saws, I remember listening with an open heart and filling up with words.  I loved it but still, I was nonchalant.  And this is my point: I guess I wasn’t really listening.  Yesterday, after exchanging emails with a man who is wont to drum lightly upon taped up tambourines, I dug in deeper and I found that familial connection I hadn’t noticed before.  Because I was initially aloof I missed something that has the power to move and open eyes.  The music is fantastic, yes.  But it’s not just that.

In an age where we as a people, a people so obviously desperate for connections and love and the feeling of something real, tend to glorify musicians (and I use that term loosely) that put none of those sentiments into the music they give us and we reap what we sow.  In my eyes the population suffers — we are bitter and we are cynical.  We lose faith in the healing properties of music and we stop looking for it because we forget that it can even exist there.  When I say that America would be better off if a bigger majority of us listened to say, Dan Auerbach, I’m not fucking around.  If everyone in our land took 3 minutes, sat down in the quiet and really listened to The Beaten Sea (or any part of The Dallas Family Band), I truly believe things would seem better.

The Dallas Family Band.  Let Jacob Metcalf be your big brother, the one who you probably converse with little but the one who kicks the ass of that jerk boy who broke your heart.  Let Dry Creek be your eccentric uncle, there for that pick-me-up when you need it and one from your sister just won’t do.  Let The Beaten Sea be your father, the man who is consistently there, the man who is big and bold and loves you unconditionally.  Fall upon this family as you would your own.  It’s not as hard as one might think to make these comparisons and further, those feelings of family and love within this music aren’t that hard to find if you’ll just stop and look for it.

You cannot touch the love between siblings.  You cannot fuck with the love a mother feels for her child.  But there is something nearly as staggering to me held inside the love people share when they have the choice to share it at all.  Not every band has it, not every group of people who aligns themselves together in studios and stages feels it for their mates.  And so when we find it in our music, I suggest we honor it just as we would the love we feel for our grandmothers.  You take care of it and nurture it; you write it love letters.

If you’re out there listening today and if you happen to be searching for something, ANYTHING (and aren’t we all?), then listen harder.  I bet you’ll find it in here.

Below, check The Beaten Sea live (it’s so glorious) and listen to various parts that make up the brood that call themselves The Dallas Family Band.



Jacob Metcalf :: Fjord [STREAM]

Dry Creek :: A Woman Sings To Me [STREAM]

Fox and the Bird :: White Rock Lake (Live) [STREAM]

The Beaten Sea :: Hard Way [STREAM]


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DOWNLOAD The Songs of Dry Creek

LISTEN to the Fox and the Bird Demos :: WEBSITE

BUY The Beaten Sea by The Beaten Sea :: WEBSITE

The Dallas Family Band