Poor Beaver Nelson. I'm sure the Houston native realizes by now that living in Austin is something of a mixed blessing. On the one hand, it's a place where a guy who perpetually looks like he's just crawled off this week's couch can get laid on a regular basis and hook up with a slacker genius like guitarist Scrappy Jud Newcomb to make a series of musically diverse albums without anyone breathing over his shoulder. On the other hand, the national press invariably lumps him in with other Texas singer-songwriters with whom he has little in common, and he's underappreciated at home to boot. Fortunately, it doesn't seem to... More >>>
This CD gives more motion to the notion that Beaver
is no typical Texas singer-songwriter.