Backroads is made possible by the Minnesota Arts & Cultural Heritage Fund with money by the vote of the people November 4th, 2008.

I see you at end of track for I've just killed five men in black canyon at hell on wheels and I won't go back again when a man can't stand with his head held high well then it's time time to fight time to fight or time to die when they made me sit at second table I knew my smile would crack and you get so damn tired of white mule and hard tack and those home guard fellows nearly broke my back I've been shoveling on this dump too long I've been shoveling on this dump too long I've been shoveling on this dump too long and I'll see you at end of track where I stuck a man like a pig on a spit and those Boomer boys took all I had from working a 3 month hitch and when a man can't stand with his head held high well then it's time time to fight time to fight or time to die but as you see I'm standing here and I ain't dead yet and the sheriff hasn't caught me so I ain't upset and I could lay 10 more miles before tomorrow's sunset before tomorrow's sunset I've been shoveling on this dump too long, I've been shoveling on this dump too long, I've been too long I'll see you at end of track for I've just killed 5 men.

My name's Tate McLane.

I'm Corey Joslyn.

Tate: Our sound is, I don't know [inaudible] called it aggressive folk which I really like.

I come from a blues roots, Americana background.

Corey: And I come from rock and metal, some edgy stuff so we just kind of put it together and see what, see what [comes out] comes out and it works.

[every time for sure] Well it's making me crazy staring up at the sky I just keep thinking that maybe she'd come and give a reason why it's been so damn long since I have seen her and when she sings that song she gives me full moon fever well I'm going crazy counting all these stars I just keep thinking that maybe she'd come and point [inaudible] and it's been so damn long since I have seen her and when she sings that song she give me full moon fever well I'm going crazy she floats through the trees soon she is with me together we drift off on the breeze and it's been so damn long since I have seen her and when she sings that song she gives me full moon fever when she sings that song she gives me full moon fever I may be wrong but I know I could never leave her I may be wrong but I know I could never leave her.

Tate: When I first moved to Minnesota one of the first things I do when I go to a new place is I go to open mics and play my stuff, see if I can find anyone to play with or book a gig or whatever.

The first one that I went to when I got here [Foxy's in Park Rapids] Foxy's in Park Rapids.

I saw this kid just playing bass or guitar or whatever with whoever was playing at the time so I think I did book a gig that night didn't I?

[yeah] and then I told Corey anytime he wanted to play with me he's welcome to so I think we might have jammed together twice [over at the mill?]

yeah so you could get a feel for what was going on and then it was just like [okay, okay, okay we'll work with this] We've just played every show together.

Corey: I like it.

It's very [inaudible] Tate: It's freeing man.

You know what because [yeah it is] if there's always a threat of a train wreck it feels real good you know?

I don't like to be stuck in a rigid kind of like set list or anything like that you know?

Just wing it.

This is one of the first songs I wrote during the covid thing.

I wrote it with my lady, Renae and I wrote it and then kind of forgot how to play it because I've been distracted with other things.

Corey's never played it.

I've played it twice and here you go.

Mother Blues.

She scrapes the breakfast off the plates after she worked all damn day she won't get to sleep till late but if they're happy that's okay and she sits down on the porch and she smokes her cigarette watch the sun fall behind the field but she isn't done just yet one day she's good the next she's bad she's trying to do the best with what she has one day she's up the next she's down long as she don't smell the doggone towels and she might have a beer or two trying to chase away them blues she won't get to sleep till late but if they're happy that's okay she might have a beer or two she won't get to sleep till late but if they're happy that's okay.

Tate: I'll play some solo stuff but I've really worked into playing with another person and there's a lot like [opening things up] yeah, it opens things up.

I can play what I'm playing differently and leave spaces for him to do whatever he wants.

I might give like a vague like kind of like this and then he just gets it and goes.

Corey: Yeah we read each other pretty well I'd say.

Tate: Yeah definitely, super good listener.

Corey: Super efficient about it [yep] and that's why we've only practiced twice.

Tate: And then you know like mistakes like mistakes are nothing.

You know just they're fun.

As a matter of fact sometimes we'll do it on purpose.

I saw Honeyboy Edwards at like a community center back in probably 2003 in Dodgeville, Wisconsin.

At the end you know we're up there asking him all these questions and you know he looks at us he's like you must be guitar players?

He said don't ever let anyone tell you to quit doing what you're doing.

You just keep doing what you're doing and the other thing was if you make a mistake do it again like you meant it and keep going so.

Corey: Yeah, yeah my problem is I can't remember the first mistake I made so I make another mistake.

Tate: You got to turn the delay pedal on.

Corey: Yeah, no just a reverb.

[yeah] I guess I'll walk alone 'cause I know that girl just ain't home got no reason to call me on the phone so I guess I'll walk alone I guess I'll go on home but I can't stand to be alone in that place where all our demons come and go but I guess I'll go on home I guess she'll watch and learn flip that flint watch it burn the walls are caving in from all the lessons learned I guess she'll watch it burn all right I guess I'll walk alone won't find no place to call my own you can't call a haunted house a home so I guess I'll walk alone all them fuses is already blown so I guess I'll walk alone.

We're doing by our good friend, Spencer.

Hails from Austin, Texas.

He was in a band called, Boonswaggle.

This song's called, Lowdown.

You're gonna sing with me son?

Well I'm a no good low down hillbilly son of a gun I'm on a hell bound train headed straight for the heart of Austin and I'll be lucky Lord if I don't die young 'cause I'm a no good low down hillbilly son of a gun all right I'm going down to the river and like Hank I'll pay the price he went down three times but Lord I'm going twice when I go Sweet Lord I'll go 'cause I'm a no good low down hillbilly son of a gun I'm on a and I'll be lucky Lord if I don't die young all right cause I'm a no good low down hillbilly son of a gun well I'm a no good low down dirty dog from out of town barefoot bass fishing hillbilly son of a gun.

Boonswaggling!

Tate: Keep listening, support live music, support local music.

Just go see shows if you can when you can.

Share on the internet.

Hopefully we get to a point where we can share music again and it's not bogged down by other things but yeah [we will] definitely try to buy people's merch, whatever you can.

If they're doing a live feed try to toss them a couple bucks on Venmo because some people are starving man.

Corey: Well yeah and even like if you got if you got a song or whatever hit an open mic.

That's how, that's how you do it.

Tate: Come join us sometime.

[absolutely] Birthed in the dirt and born to lose standing on needles with holes in my shoes I don't know nothing I don't have a clue I don't have a choice so I really can't choose I grew in a box made out of tin burned up in the summer the wind froze me again the holes in the ceiling soaking my skin don't know nothing can't even pretend running my mouth but that ain't nothing new walking backwards looking for you I 'cause I got nothing to do just poor white trash singin the blues oh now all I can feel is the pills and the booze all these words the things that I do well now it's the guitar in fact it's the two they said I'm too white to sing you the blues I made up my mind but I forgot again am I picking the strings or bangin the skins I don't have a penny I don't have a friend I know I told this story I guess I'll tell it again running my mouth but that ain't nothing new walking backwards looking for 'cause I got nothing to do just poor white trash singin the blues... oh I'm singin the blues... oh no one will hear even if I pray nothings for free and I got no way to pay I can't get out so I just stay if I had it all I'd singin the blues oh I'm singin the blues oh...I'm singin the blues.

giddy up friends Backroads is made possible by the Minnesota Arts & Cultural Heritage Fund with money by the vote of the people, November 4th, 2008.