The Crocodile Presents: The Dead Tongues w/ Lou Hazel
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Saturday 02/22/25The Crocodile Presents:THE DEAD TONGUESw/ LOU HAZEL$22 ADV / $25 DOS8:30pm Doors 21+https://thedeadtongues.bandcamp.com/Across the last 15 years, Ryan Gustafson of The Dead Tongues has emerged as one of modern folks most distinct voices. As idiosyncratic and spectral as the songs have sometimes been, Gustafson has always tied his visions and verses to the kinds of hooks you tuck away like talismans, pulled out in case of emergency. Dust, Unsung Passage, Desert: The Dead Tongues albums remain some of the more compelling and curious works in their field on this side of a century. The latest edition to The Dead Tongues catalog, the song-centric and magnetic Body of Light and the discursive and wonderfully elliptical I Am a Cloud, is 16 complete tunes split across interweaving and disparate albums.https://louhazel.bandcamp.com/track/you-are-not-needed-nowLou Hazel was born in the town of Olean, New York to a family of northeastern wiseacres.nNot one to commit, he skirted the compulsive hunting and fishing tradition held close to his fathers heart – instead cultivating a sensitivity more suited to artists and vagabonds. As a result, his travels brought him across the country and eventually through debilitating depression before coming to rest with a sense of personal peace and positivity in Durham, NC.Yet, Lous brain is still a bat cave. Mostly, he wakes up with no idea what hes going to do next, then finds himself there. In songwriting, he pulls from this cave rambling, heartfelt tales flowing through unselfconscious truth. In illustrations, he swirls and meanders towards an eventual finish only understood upon completion as in his music. And in his photography and design work, he renders the essence of fellow musicians into expressive, personalized works of art.Today, Lou continues crafting genuine folk tales of honest longing, disquieting loss, and nostalgia through a brilliant sheen of fresh insight with humble humor. Grabbing us by the ears in a new-age, Prine-like grip. Transforming the minutiae of everyday life into ever more evocative music. And surprising us all, including himself, with where we emerge. In other words, Lou Hazel is coming out of this unbearable, unbelievably tragic, disconcerting year like a damn newborn moth with jet engine wings aimed toward a totally full super-moon. And it is good.
