Album Notes

Fireweed offers a rugged blend of Americana and post-grunge rock and roll, drawing from older, traditional influences like Bob Dylan and Johnny Cash as well as contemporaries such as Uncle Tupelo, Kurt Cobain, Grant Lee Buffalo, Jerry Cantrell and Mark Lanagan.

Kelley Vice's artfully applied guitar textures and powerful vocal harmonies compliment John Enga's unique voice and rough charisma as master storyteller and front-man to weave a tapestry of inviting melodies, crushing honesty and a lasting, hooky, indie pop sensibility. Drummer Jon Hedges and bassist Rick Herrin round out the group with a driving, dynamic rhythm section.

Fireweed's music is written in the voice of every independent, down-to-earth and strong-willed man who has ever turned his eyes to the mountain and thought to climb.

Below are some lyrical excerpts from the CD.

From "Mountain Air":

Drawn on I am by some unknown compass
Within me, by me, for me
Living, breathing, searching, until I find me
Long days in the open air
Searching to find

From "36 Hours":

Mountains are the land of the spirit
This road travels a valley of ghosts
Abandoned homesteads buried in snow
Guarded by fence posts, magpies, and crows
Eighteen hours since I last ate
Probably eighteen more till I do
Sitting on this Greyhound bus
Passing time as the road rolls by
On my way back to my dog and my home
And the life I’m afraid to claim
Knowing full well when illusion falls, I’ll be hungry
And wandering again

From "Brown Shoe":

I ain’t some burnout full of drugs
I’ve worn those clothes
I ain’t some coldhearted conservative
I’ve seen that show
I ain’t some slacker kid full of steel
But that heart I know
It’s been a long crooked road to where I stand now
It’s been a long crooked road to where I stand