sub-morphine alt-country songwriter

Dead Flower Motel

blackheart lightning storm~

I’ve been looking for a black heart
someone just like me
so i can see the devil staring back at me

looking out the window
at the lightning storm
shadows making shadows where i was born

if you were a drug
i’d bury you
deep inside my eyes helplessly

it’s hard to breathe
cause you’re in my chest
but you ripped the granite strings love loveliness

and when i gave back
i gave to you..
with promises that you would lift me up and pull me through

i’ve scattered sins
inside broken wind
and laid down next do you inside your softest skin

i’ve missed the words
woken before dawn..
poured myself a cup of coffee and left the porch light on
for a lover
she’s an angel storm
to strip me of all the nakedness i was born with

on a broken cloud
she’s just a raven..
flying through the sky like it’s the dust of heaven

i have a black heart
i have broken eyes
and you are softer than the sound of all my lies

i know you’re an angel
the sun also rises
and on the outside of the blackness is mystery


Orphan Subterrenean Blues

Orphan Subterranean Blues


Chris Brecht’s debut The Great Ride was one of my favourite albums of 2008. With a mid sixties Dylan feel and a beat sensibility it was a fantastic example of how an artist can take a genre and re inject some vigour into it. After a fairly lengthy wait here we have his second offering which while not as exhilarating as The Great Ride shows a fine progression while retaining much that was great about the first album. With his band, Dead Flowers getting equal billing here the sound is expanded so that while there are still rambling rockers such as Living Twice as Hard and Devil and with the rollocking ride that is Not Where You Are, a direct link to the previous album Brecht is now using a wider canvas with the sound more expansive with some fine organ and pedal steel throughout the album.
The opening song, Hollywood has some of the ennui and faded grandeur that graced some of the more obscure early seventies LA albums by the likes of Terry Melcher and Gene Clark with the mock orchestral opening perhaps lampooning the string arrangements that were usually present. The song has a fine sense of drama and some fine pedal steel from Ricky Ray Jackson. The pedal steel indeed snakes throughout the album but not in a country sense, much more like the colourings added to late sixties, early seventies rock bands like The Grateful Dead or even the Stones.
On his webpage Brecht ponders the Dylan comparison’s he has evoked stating “I wanted to make a record that sounded like an acoustic social club that toured by freight train in 1922.” However there’s no getting away from the comparison when listening to Don’t take It So Hard which contains the very essence of Dylan in his pre motorcycle crash days. An excellent song. Brecht doesn’t sound like Dylan nor does he even try to but the music and the delivery are in thrall to that time. As good as this is Brecht gets even better with Blue Thunder, a song that is epic and understated at the same time with muffled percussion and crashing waves of sound.
Although the band excel throughout the album the stars of the show are Brecht’s lyrics and vocals. He inhabits a space vocally that is worn and weary, an old head on young shoulders. His words reference writers and poets, are reminiscent of Ansel Adams’ landscapes and find poetry in everyday circumstances.

Why Brecht is not better known is a mystery but it’s early days yet and he has the potential to leap into at least minor stardom. Whether he wants that or not is another matter. On his website he offers trenchant thought on his albums, his music and life in general and overall has a fine handle on his life.

Thoroughly recommended for anyone interested in Americana music.

Chris Brecht and Dead Flowers-Don’t Take It So hard by paulk

http://paulkerr.wordpress.com/2011/02/11/chris-brecht-and-dead-flowers-dead-flower-motel/


and then…Daytrotter

What Chris Brecht and Dead Flowers give us with the song, “Streetlights,” from their newest album, “Dead Flower Motel,” is a story about the insecurities that rest in all of us. It’s a story about how little it’s possible to feel, even without feeling little at all. It’s a song that puts into context exactly what we grapple with on a daily basis, even if we’re unable or unwilling to put our finger on its pulse. The Austin, Texas, songwriter wrote a song about deep waters. It’s a song that asks you to look out upon that lake in front of you and guess how far it goes down. So, you guess, throwing a number back at him that’s comically low. He asks you to try again. You think harder for a second, believing this is a waste of time, tack on another couple hundred feet, trying to be ridiculous and give an answer. He laughs again and tells you that you’re way off. He tells you that the lake goes on for thousands of miles, straight down and out. You question that he knows this for certain and then he plays “Streetlights” for you and you doubt him far less. We find that he has a great capacity for knowing the depths of men, and he might know something about the depths of the fairer sex too, if only in that the depths and black holes of men are often owed to the interactions between the two sets. He seems to have come to the conclusion that we’re as temporary as it gets – nothing but a speck of dust that can be quickly and quietly forgotten about, blown off. The temporariness extends in all manners and in all ways, making us brittle and soft when we’re broken down into our few parts.

We know it in our hearts – that we’re weak and expendable – but we also can see the beauty in that. We are brief and we are supposed to make the most of it. Brecht does this by finding the beauty in the smallest things, those toss-away details that, for many, are imperceptible, but they’re the bits that make a writer great and make a satisfied person. He sings on “Streetlights, “There’s no telling if the streetlights glow for us/I know there are certain things you didn’t want me to see/So I watched your toes curl while you watched TV/And I knew you wouldn’t remember a thing I said so I watched your ankles at the edge of the bed.” Those toes and those ankles, perceived with nothing but love in the eyes and gazed upon by a man savoring the juts and the curves and the subtle movements when they believe that they aren’t being monitored, are those sorts of lasting impressions that can’t be taken back. They are to be the mementos that will survive fires, divorces, goodbyes, tears and end times. They will be all that’s left – that and the luster ringing in the ears or stinging your cheeks and lips. He sings about pain the way a man that respects pain sings about pain. It’s not a fear of pain, but a nod to it, as if to silently acknowledge that such a sensation can only exist out of the wreckage of something much happier. And so we nod to that pain and we feel little.

Visit Daytrotter


SXSW 2011 – Fat Wednesday

I definitely didn’t get enough sleep last night… I was just sent this poster. SXSW is nearing.. I’ll be sleepin’ in. But on wednesday, CB and Dead Flowers will be joining the party wednesday night for an invite only party… get on the list

Wednesday Schedule – 2:30 Cherrywood Coffee ( 1400 E. 38th 1/2) – Acoustic

- 7:30 Wednesday Night Ramble @ the Gibson Guitar showroom (you must RSVP)


Acoustic show at Cherrywood Coffee Friday 2/25

that lil coffee shop in east austin that has developed it’s own culture…. yes.. Cherrywood.. i’m gonna play an acoustic show there this night…friday the 25… Let’s plan on 8pm though, i have no idea when really… so confirm that.8pm. off 38th 1/2 on the eastside..


Austin Chronicle Review

Chris Brecht & Dead Flowers

Dead Flower Motel

Chris Brecht’s 2008 debut, The Great Ride, saddled up Dylan with convincing, if overly indebted, promise. The local songwriter’s sophomore album proves he’s capable of rising to the next rung. With a crack band that calls upon members of Austin’s new roots scene (the Happen-Ins, Deadman, Ricky Ray Jackson’s ubiquitous pedal steel), Brecht finds the right accents to his lazy drawl. Opener “Hollywood” cracks and crawls with a biting disillusion, and the belting whine of “Don’t Take It So Hard” cuts. When Brecht holds a note, it can ache like Townes Van Zandt. The disc’s production and Andrew Hernandez’s mixing inspire equally, from the warped atmospherics of “Wish You” to the subtle piano pull of “Blue Thunder.” Underlying bass on the rolling “Not Where You Are” and the banjo-licked kick of “Livin’ Twice as Hard” direct toward Tweedy-level inspiration as Brecht buries wonderfully delicate moments into the nooks of each song. Dead Flower Motel, plant yourself.

***.5

doug freeman


Hole in the Wall Monday Feb 7 – peace and love CB and Dead Flowers

Monday night we return to the hole in the wall.

10PM – Dead Flowers

12AM – Leo Rondeau

Country night and cheap beers if i remember right.. and i know i’m remembering right. so it’ll be like saving money.

$3 cover.


Chris Brecht and Dead Flowers show at the Mohawk Feb 2 11PM

Hey…

Next WED come to the Mohawk.

AXT folks.

10PM – Christy Hays

11PM – Jesse Woods

Midnight – CB and Dead Flowers

sincerely glee


BELMONT CANCELED DU TO >>>> not weather

NEXT DEAD FLOWER SHOW WILL BE AT THE MOHAWK FEB 2 on RED RIVER.

AUSTIN< TEX

BE THERE


UNCUT Magazine Reviews

Dead Flower Motel Review from UNCUT Magazine.

Catch us tonight at the Scoot Inn. Eastside Austin Tx.

10PM with the Preservation.

~dig


Lonestar Sky – Upcoming shows 2011

80 Mph

with an iphone

Lonestar Diary

on the dash

in the middle of New Mexico.

today we’re heading into boulder colorado

and gonna hit up the breweries.

at 5 the sun will set above the gray mountains.

night red dawn.

back in austin january 3.


Chili Cold Austin Night (Show Thursday 8PM at JAX) ATX

CB and Dead Flowers Friday out in the chili cold Austin Night — stand with us under the heat lamps… no really it won’t be that cold.. unless you’re not there. 9PM. Download Dead Flower Motel at www.chrisbrecht.com. On Thursday December 16th catch us at JAX.. the new joint.


Show at Momo’s in Austin Sunday Dec. 5

Hey CB and Dead Flowers will be at Momo’s this Sunday December 5th 10PM. visit: www.momosclub.com for more info.. The new album, Dead Flower Motel, will be in stores in January. Always available online at www.ChrisBrecht.com.

Dead Flower Motel Incarnation ~ The record combines sonically illuminating rock n roll with Chris Brecht’s alt-country songwriter roots. Dead Flower Motel classifies the Dead Flowers in the company of My Morning Jacket, The Rolling Stones, or Wilco on a reverb pill. The sound is even reminiscent of the Doors-style Moonlight Drive, jagged guitars from Scott Davis (Hayes Carll, the Trishas), revolutionary pedal steel from Ricky Ray Jackson (The Happen-Ins, Phosphorescent), Space Echo keys and B3 Organ from Matt Mollica (Deadman), and chic and sassy L.A. style rhythm section of Falcon Valdez and John Michael Schoepf (the Happen-Ins), Chris Brecht and Dead Flowers are incarnation. More people should be listening to Chris Brecht. If you’re not listening to his albums, you’re missing out.


Upcoming Austin Shows

November 11th & 30th @ the Saxon Pub…

Midnight / Austin TX


Upcoming Shows

August 17th – Mean Eyed Cat – 8PM
August 24th – Saxon Pub – 8PM
September 14 – Saxon Pub – Midnight
September 15 – Uncorked – (Solo/Acoustic) Outside stage – 8PM
September 16 – Antone’s – Cystic Fibrosis Foundation Fundraiser
September 28 – Saxon Pub – Midnight


Mean Eyed Cat show Tuesday, then off to Denver

show at the Mean Eyed Cat Tuesday July 20.. 8 PM..  All shows at the Mean Eyed Cat are free.  Don’t miss this one.. After that I’m off to Denver…  dig… cb.


Next Up….Saxon PUB

For the last couple of months, I have had Dead Flower Motel up on the web at www.chrisbrecht.com for free download. I realize though that I cannot do this forever. I have also entered into a record contract with the European Record Label, Blue Rose Records. So, I’ll let them handle the sales for a while. But..

Like i drive through the desert all the time… I do see ghosts.

we’ll be at the Saxon Pub Tuesday July 6th.. 10PM .
Click on the image below to dig on the Desert Poster.


Upcoming Shows

A Few Upcoming Shows. We’ll be doing an early set 10PM at the Hole in the Wall this Sunday.. Here’s how the rest of July is looking..

July 6 – Saxon Pub 10PM
July 15 – Scoot Inn – 10PM
July 20 – Mean Eyed Cat 8PM
July 22 – Meadowlark (Denver)
August 5 – Hole in the Wall 10PM
August 27 – The Belmont


one look over the cliff….

Dead Flower Motel will be my latest release. I’ve spent a lot of time thinking over the idea of Dead Flower Motel and what it means. I guess I am talking more about the metaphysical land between our beginning and end.  Not the land that we stand on, or the empty highways, or barren deserts, the echoed canyons, starved cliffs, plentiful mountains, or the trails we carve with our boots. The land is in our minds. The thoughts we take with us through our lives. I’ve lost myself plenty and traveled enough to discover what it means to me, and there will likely be more to come.  But it is temporary.

I had a friend pass a little over a year and a half ago. Her death has been very very hard on those who knew her best. She was a wonderful young spirit and her life was taken too soon, the result of a very tragic accident. And I fear sometimes that I can’t say more. But death can unexpectedly reveal a void, within our likeness of being, that will extend for an indeterminable stretch of time, inside happiness which we strive to live. We are all precious to someone else. Our lives, though they are very dear and fragile, are too often taken for granted, something that is easily overlooked.

Not long after Lauren’s death, I began to think of dead flowers. And I thought very deeply about how we are not that different from flowers ourselves. We grow. We blossom. And we pass through the beauty of each day, showing our colors, our tenderness, our joys and we look to others to reflect ourselves. After she passed, a friend of mine, who was very close to Lauren, wrote to me, “After all, we are all just renting.” And that is so. How we exist, looking around at ourselves in a world of color, so quickly we are gone. We are all just renting. Our time is quick. And that is how I uncovered the idea of Dead Flower Motel.

I have written this poem for Lauren. I have also written it because art, music or vision is sometimes the only way to communicate. Dead Flower Motel is not a record about death, but about life and how we must embrace the journey through our days. Our love. Our fear. Our forgiveness of that reality we cannot understand. No matter how confusing the days may sometimes be. We get back out on that barren stretch of road and take a look at the depth of our vision, across landscape that decorates the dreams before our eyes, seeing the sunrise, but looking for those who have the courage to lead us through the colors of sunset into tomorrow.

hope you enjoy…

To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. - William Wordsworth

One day, I was standing above a cliff looking down at the ocean
where wave after wave crashed on the trembling rocks
and the water climbed with violent memory.
It screamed at the living and turned to mist, bleeding away
into the cracks
and very slowly carving a shape that resembled coastline,
just before another wave came and toppled the crest with violent roar.
My path ended and an endless black wish began…

I saw you standing there in front of me
looking out at the curse that swims
beneath the surface of the dark water,
your cold shoulders and hair blowing back into the drift of sunset
like the trees bowing away from the ocean
afraid to show their courage,
guarding the tiny houses and little campfires where people live.
I fell slowly into my own skin.

***

the miles I drove were no longer there,
no longer in time with one another..
They were just worn paths in the earth
separating me from where I was
and where I now stood,
like empty caverns of canyons
that are laced with rocks and scars.
My time is divided before and after,
who I was and who I am now,
before you and until I see you again, by no fault of my own.
But I was no longer afraid, no longer broken.
And I was again able to regain my footing and brace myself inside my clothes
so I could reach out for you like you were still here.

I saw dead flowers.

I watched the petals grow dark, wilt in joy,
tear from the vine, and then fall slowly to the ground
where they curled against the soil
and crawled back into the womb of the earth
so they could plant seeds for a new and better me.

***

And the night sang blue midnight tears,
that fell onto my blanket,
so the stars,
naked above me,
could decorate the sky and deliver me through today before tomorrow,
where I could reject the dark shadows within my own mind
and again hear echoes ring into new echoes…

My breath is fog against the cold night.

Sometimes I shutter so in my sleep
so I can shake the horror of the day, before my rest,
and let my dreams again gleam like the water in the moonlight.
I hold true to the reflection of the stars
and forgive their desperation to ripple into golden memories,
where you remind me
that it is not a mistake to make our time here beautiful.
Even if soon,
I will be in my bed, where I’ll remember,
you are with me,
and we are flowers.

In memory of Lauren Johnson


Mean Eyed Cat Show

Mean Eyed Cat Show. June 8.

Outdoors under the night sky.

We’ll be doing this show acoustic.

8PM

Click on the link to view the Poster.


Don’t forget…show with the Crooks and Woodsboss May 14th

Chris Brecht and Dead Flowers Friday May 14 with the Crooks and Woodsboss at the Scoot Inn. Do yerself right. Doors at 9PM.


Club DeVille Show May 10th

Deville

If you click on the link above you will see a promotional video. You’ll have to bring your own beer money.


Alternative Country – a nation of music

Alternative Country – a nation of music.

Dead Flower Motel

one day standing above a cliff
I was looking down at the ocean, rattled
by the sound of wave after wave after wave crashing ashore
pounding on the trembling rocks
and felt myself
bleeding away into the cracks
and the music carved very slowly a shape
that resembled coastline
where my path ended in endless black
and wish began…