Brendon James Wright wears a John Deer hat, an easy, swaggering smile and a scrappy beard. From the looks of it, he's just parked his lawnmower, downed a bottle of beer, and mopped his mouth with the back of his hand. But Wright's first full-length album, culled largely from a recent recording of his stint on WDVX's Blue Plate Special, attests to his clout as both a singer and a songwriter. His scratchy, sore-throat songs about coal miners, hard-luck prisoners and lovers separated by many miles are twangy and heartfelt. Wright mixes his Southern roots with his esteem for artists like Ryan Adams and Bob Dylan.
A kind and authentic guy, most every night Wright lets some beer- bereaved fellow take his spot on stage while he's on break. And he doesn't hesitate to ditch his meatier songs for a number about making snow angels with his sister.
Having played professionally around town for three years now, Wright spends 200 nights a year at campus and Kingston Pike hotspots with a guitar strapped dutifully over a shoulder. Wright's songs pop with stick-to-your-ribs sentiments. He's a skilled guitar player, armed with his wailing harmonica and a lyrical dexterity unheard of in someone waiting for a record deal.
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