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Blending rapid-fire finger style slide guitar and honest, heartfelt songwriting, Clay Hawkins creates his own unique brand of acoustic rock. Influences like Neil Young, John Fahey, The Black Keys, Nick Cave and even Radiohead come together behind a well worn yet lush vocal style. Clay's music unfolds naturally, taking the listener on a ride that is entirely his own.
Born into a household of professional rodeo cowboys (truly) it wasn't immediately obvious that music would be the chosen path. But the nights spent on the road, listening to country music, (when it was still good) on the way to the next town made an impression.
Fast forward to the discovery of guitars, the road and the life sustaining qualities of coffee and a warm smile, well it was all uphill from there. Clay refined and supported his new songwriting habit up and down both coasts, across Europe, in and out of clubs, cafes, street corners, bars, barns, back yards and back alleys. Hanging his hat in New Orleans and then San Francisco, he turned the sound echoing in those halls into the basis of the music he makes now. What he calls, "Late Night, Boot Stomping, Road Music from the Heart".
That road became home, and eventually the wild hills of Northern California claimed another as their own. With a rolling band of co-conspiritors, an assortment of slide guitars, old amps and a dog, Clay spends his days playing music around California and taking it one mile marker at a time.
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Born into a household of professional rodeo cowboys (truly) it wasn't immediately obvious that music would be the chosen path. But the nights spent on the road, listening to country music, (when it was still good) on the way to the next town made an impression.
Fast forward to the discovery of guitars, the road and the life sustaining qualities of coffee and a warm smile, well it was all uphill from there. Clay refined and supported his new songwriting habit up and down both coasts, across Europe, in and out of clubs, cafes, street corners, bars, barns, back yards and back alleys. Hanging his hat in New Orleans and then San Francisco, he turned the sound echoing in those halls into the basis of the music he makes now. What he calls, "Late Night, Boot Stomping, Road Music from the Heart".
That road became home, and eventually the wild hills of Northern California claimed another as their own. With a rolling band of co-conspiritors, an assortment of slide guitars, old amps and a dog, Clay spends his days playing music around California and taking it one mile marker at a time.
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