We are proud to present this part of our No Depression Session series in partnership with NYC honky-tonk Lucinda’s and Hiatus Tequila. When Lucinda Williams teamed up with industry lifers Laura McCarthy and Kelley Swindall to create a Southern country bar in NYC’s East Village with a killer jukebox, we knew we needed to work together one way or another.
The National Reserve gave us a sneak peek of the new music they’re brewing, including two unreleased songs and their interpretation of the Greenwich Village folk singer Paul Siebel’s song “Louise.”
Frontman Sean Walsh recently took time off the road to be with his growing family, to lean into fatherhood, and to write new music. Says Walsh, “I’ve been writing a bunch, and it’s been really nice to have some time in my life to learn how to be a dad.” The combo of new-dad life and music life is most apparent in the refrain of the second song “What I Know,” written for his son.
Walsh then turns us on to songwriter Paul Siebel, an artist who had previously not been on my radar, but whose music has been interpreted and referenced by some of the most recognizable folk artists from the 1970s onward.
Huge thanks to Kris and Hiatus Tequila for making this series possible and keeping our spirits high, to Kelley and Lucinda’s for setting the stage, and to all of the artists who participate in these sessions. Please stay tuned for more in the pipeline, we'll keep 'em coming.
Setlist:
“Resting On My Brain”
“What I Know”
“Louise” (Paul Siebel)
Sean Walsh - Vocals, guitar
Jim Parker - Guitar
Henry Plotnick - Keys
Brian Geltner - Drums
Drew Hart - Bass
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