Some will argue that musical tastes may be a genetic predisposition. I am not sure where I stand on this argument, but my Dad had, and still has, a great taste in music. Whether I picked this up or not may be left for geneticists to figure out, however every now and then my Dad still manages to give me some good music that I don’t know about. So, since my Dad sneaks a peak at the blog every now and then, thanks for Rick Huckaby.
Normally I am very partial to country influenced music, most of the time snarling my upper lip at the lyrics of cowboys, breaking hearts, and what Jimmy did with Sally down on the farm/in a pickup truck. However, Rick Huckaby is an artist that takes the best of the soulful country rock sound, blending it seamlessly with classic American Folk. His true talent doesn’t lie within his simple chords and melodies, but his lyrics which are meaningfully handcrafted stories that are as addicting as Kelly Clarkson‘s ear candy. Go on, eat it up.
There isn’t a whole lot of information floating around on the internet about Mr. Huckaby, but from what I have gathered: he is working on releasing a full album, he hails from West Virginia, he has a few tour dates coming up (including KY!!), and Warner Bros. picked him up a few years back. It’s hard to imagine how a very talented ex-Tracy Lawrence backup singer, much like that of Huck, isn’t more widely known among the masses (being on a major label, especially).