The Little Morts

Blues guys make the trip to the crossroads where they make the deal with the devil. Cool country bands make the same deal with the same entity. but they go to Austin to do it. The Morts have a strange way of taking your country themes and instrumentations and running ‘em through some hi-test beverages and amplifiers. What comes out the other end is country music that celebrates the fact that the Scorchers and Hank III are out there as well as Merle and Waylon. Out in Tucson a couple of weeks ago, the Little Morts burned a hole in the stage one last time by way of saying Adios to Arizona and Hello, Austin. Their pal Swede has this account:
"I never saw anybody smash a banjo before. But neither could I have dreamt of a better description of the drunken punk-country of the Little Morts, or a more fitting moment as their final show (in Tucson) spun out of control and crashed in sweat, smiles and tears. Irish and proud, Daniel Long is a red-headed growler, not so much a stranger as a friend as he writes of booze, jail, travelin' and the last moments of reason in a day, the strange, uncomfortable, curious sobriety of a bright noon. Just wonder. I'll leave it to someone down the line to write the history of the Little Morts, because they sure as shit aint done yet. Bigger stages are waiting out in the Texas night. But I will say that as I stood in front for their final show, head bobbing in a corduroy cowboy hat, ears open and joyous and mind swimming in a whiskey river, the Little Morts couldn’t have been better. It was a good-bye full of swagger and joy and 20 songs that weren’t nearly enough."�
Thanks to Dave at Twang Brand Records and thanks to Swede at catfishvegas. blogspot. com for writing this bio! � � �