What a small world.

I go to see Darden Smith without knowing a thing about him other than he's from Austin and some people here on the site recommended him... I walk in to the club with a few friends and am surprised to see a warm-up act because it's an early show - so I ask the bouncer who it is and he says Bree Sharp.

Now here's someone I knew virtually nothing about until last night when someone posted that she wrote a song with DB and Ricketts. After reading that post I did some poking around with my Dell (Austin again) and find that she does the song David Duchovney (I'm sure I screwed up the spelling but I only saw the one episode with the robotic cockroaches) which I have at least heard a few times.

So there she is, and what a voice. She's this total doll singing about being in dirty magazines and being cheap and easy. Very fun act, and she was really enjoying herself. Her producer/guitarist Don Dilego is the only other one on stage. They sounded great. 

So later I go over and buy a copy of the disc with THE song The Ballad of Grim and Lilly on it and start talking to her a little. Darden's playing at this point, so I keep it short.

After Darden's set, which was really good as well, I see Bree again so I decide to try and get the full scoop, so here goes:

She was sent by her record label to write with DB for a week at the Palindrome Recorder. She told me they were really struggling at one point, when David had to go pick up his son. David tells her it's all right, here meet my partner - maybe you two can get the thing going. And the partner is David Ricketts. And they get the song going, and the final result sounds really good. It's kind of a trashy paperback tale of a crime gone awry.

Here's what the liner notes say: David Baerwald and David Ricketts - a great week on venice beach, a bottle of scotch, a rusty shotgun and a haunting song - thank you!

As I was leaving I ask if she's heard the new NFU album and she says no but she wants to. I say goodbye and am pretty pleased with my Thursday eve in a little old cowtown.  I get to my car and duh! I've got a copy right there. I drive back to the club (special sorry to the mopedder I nearly wacked) and run in and give her a copy of HCTNFU (sorry Kent it was not still in the cellophane). Her smile nearly knocked me over, and she said they would listen to it all the way to her next gig. She picked Will's name off the back right away and just said "Will Sexton!"

That's all I got...