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Noah Smith
Noah Smith:
A review by: Moose
Noah Smith is from our very own Cincinnati, Ohio really Brown County, but who's counting? He has been playing music and studying since a young age when he got his first telecaster (electric guitar), and then when he studied at the University of Cincinnati College - Conservatory of Music. Through all of this he has "walked the hill both ways" and his finding his own way through his song, and his music.
Noah takes a little bit from rock and roll and a little from country and blends it together to give the songs a hard driving feel. "Makin that red neck noise" a line he sings in his new single "Let the Clutch Out." He has new EP that released this year back in April. Five songs worth of how it was growing up in a small town in Brown County, and where he is at presently. Songs that take you on through a life growing up with god and playing the devil. With a song like "Up Hill Both Ways" Noah lends to us a song who's story we can all seem to relate to. That older fella in our families who talks about walking to work barefoot in the snow, or like the song's title, walking "Up Hill Both Ways." We all have laughed at that Uncle, father, or grandfather when they have said that but Noah says wait don't judge me because I've been there and maybe I am there. Noah has knack for telling a feel good story or one that will make think through his songwriting. The melodies fit well around his lyrics, and make for some true songwriting. As the listener these are honest stories of where he has been, and that is what makes for a good song and an even better EP which is self-titled.
This Friday night, All Hallow's Eve, Noah will take the stage at the Southgate House Revival. Where for an evening he will treat to some rock and roll mixed with some country. With doing some writing out of Nashville, Tennessee and having this album recorded at the House of Blues (Nashville) Noah is certainly on his way for bigger things and living out a boyhood dream to simply, play music. Below you will find who else will be there, and the $250 best costume contest as well. So do yourselves a favor and head on over to the Southgate House Revival this Halloween night.
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21 September, 2014
WoOdS
Surrounded by green
The silence of the scene
So eloquently speaks
Through the loudness of kids screams.
O make shift loved ones
O made to ship off some ones.
Blessed be the tar pit of the silence
Quietly performing their matriarchal duties.
To the peace go the swallows
To the wretched go the dry misshapen happenstances of yesterday's tomorrow's
Amongst the green are the elements of scenes unkept since an endless wandering.
Innocence plays amongst these woods
Deep through the forest and the trees
Battle's play out with sticks as swords
Almost as if they are acting out for me
To this game i see unforeseen deaths among these trees
These kids and their sticks of doom
Act out battle scars and battle wounds
As quick as they have come is as quick as they are gone
So I will sit by the by and by
Waste my time on silly rhymes
Where the trees hang low in this peaceful woods
And where the tempest spoils the gracious goods
For darkness may swallow you up
Where the light's herd is spoken of an awful word
They have captured one and all
Where the wind breaks an empty squall
I do not pretense these motions
I sample them for future notations
Life has judgements unwavering and still
Life plays a ruthless game of catch and kill
Life plays upon light distracting in its shadow
Life gives way to open a closed heart
For knowledge and wisdom
Come beauty and caring
The warmth of a slow embrace calms an unwashed mind
Uneasy in its thinking yet still a pace to slip in amongst a shuffling crowd
To truth go the spoils of unrequited love
To my memory go the dust of memories that quietly and methodically peel themselevs away
The seams have come undone and the time for leaving is rearing its head once again.
Amongst these trees i have found some lost dogs
I can hear them breathe and I can hear them nervously speak;
Get these kids away from me please kind sir
For I know not what they want or what they need
I would merely and quite plainly like my bone and a place for myself to sleep
O kids in your innocent tambours
O kids with your patriarchal maneuvers
They still need speech
They still need the speed
For to rush and be winning is still a game for them to play....
The silence of the scene
So eloquently speaks
Through the loudness of kids screams.
O make shift loved ones
O made to ship off some ones.
Blessed be the tar pit of the silence
Quietly performing their matriarchal duties.
To the peace go the swallows
To the wretched go the dry misshapen happenstances of yesterday's tomorrow's
Amongst the green are the elements of scenes unkept since an endless wandering.
Innocence plays amongst these woods
Deep through the forest and the trees
Battle's play out with sticks as swords
Almost as if they are acting out for me
To this game i see unforeseen deaths among these trees
These kids and their sticks of doom
Act out battle scars and battle wounds
As quick as they have come is as quick as they are gone
So I will sit by the by and by
Waste my time on silly rhymes
Where the trees hang low in this peaceful woods
And where the tempest spoils the gracious goods
For darkness may swallow you up
Where the light's herd is spoken of an awful word
They have captured one and all
Where the wind breaks an empty squall
I do not pretense these motions
I sample them for future notations
Life has judgements unwavering and still
Life plays a ruthless game of catch and kill
Life plays upon light distracting in its shadow
Life gives way to open a closed heart
For knowledge and wisdom
Come beauty and caring
The warmth of a slow embrace calms an unwashed mind
Uneasy in its thinking yet still a pace to slip in amongst a shuffling crowd
To truth go the spoils of unrequited love
To my memory go the dust of memories that quietly and methodically peel themselevs away
The seams have come undone and the time for leaving is rearing its head once again.
Amongst these trees i have found some lost dogs
I can hear them breathe and I can hear them nervously speak;
Get these kids away from me please kind sir
For I know not what they want or what they need
I would merely and quite plainly like my bone and a place for myself to sleep
O kids in your innocent tambours
O kids with your patriarchal maneuvers
They still need speech
They still need the speed
For to rush and be winning is still a game for them to play....
16 September, 2014
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