Some recent press and reviews:
[Click the Star's logo to read an interview originally published in the Arizona
Daily Star on April 04, 2006 as well as online at their sister site
www.arizonanightbuzz.com.]
Some additional reviews and comments:
"Local singer-songwriter Will Elliott will be performing live at
the [art] opening. Elliott's self-released CD, The Doorman, is a lovely collection of
songs mostly performed with minor chords on an acoustic guitar and Elliott's
winsome voice. "Put Down the Gun, Boy" is only enhanced by the melody stolen
from Leonard Cohen."
- Stephen Seigel,
Tucson
Weekly, January 12, 2006
"His new CD, The Doorman, documents some of his travels,
as well as the inner struggles with such a move at such an early age. He does so
in a voice with a wisdom beyond his years. One thinks of Harry Nilsson in his
prime. (You know, the guy who did "Everybody's Talkin'") Some of his songs
even rock
out a bit, such as "Today You, But Tomorrow the World...," which could
easily have been a companion piece to Calexico's breakaway song "Even Stevie
Nicks."
- James Hudson, Tucson Scene
www.tucsonscene.com
The singer-songwriter will play an intimate show in the lounge to
celebrate the release of his new brilliant five-part EP, A Devil's Drought,
which features one of the coolest packaging job I've ever seen. It's even held
together with little twine strings threaded on the J-card, which was designed by
Serpe. Inside is the real treat, though. Elliott expands on his previous
release, effortlessly dropping sly, smoke-fueled lyrics with his classic
southern drawl. ("But wait," you think, "isn't this guy from the East Coast?")
On nearly every song, Elliott comes up with some phrase that will make you think
he ripped it from Dylan or Leonard Cohen. Check out "A Devils Drought" (There's
a river, quaked & cold running around your neck/and it smooths my knuckles down
to the bone), "Susannah & A Storm" (It's just my nerves-they never
whisper and my intuition's blind/But my memory has been yester-yeared and Auld-lang-syned)
or "Somewhere South of Here" (If I turned the lights on my halogen horizon/
would show up red my rusty coat-of-arms/ I'd have you seein' double, thick skin,
paved with stuble/ I'd ride away and masquerade my charms)
Enjoy it while you can, though. TucsonScene has learned that Elliott will be
heading back up the coast for the summer. Inside A Devils Drought's liner
notes, Elliott leaves a cryptic hand-written letter:
Dear ---,
...and may we never know when
to leave old memories to old men
who sit alone in Casablanca
'cause they wanted to say-
"thank ya..."
and so,---, the desert is good.
but now we leave, for even a
devil gets thristy...
w/e-4.10.06
Tucson
All the local music insiders will be here tonight, and you'll just be stuck on
Monday hearing all about it if you don't take note. Power nap, people!
- James Hudson, Tucson Scene
www.tucsonscene.com
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