Who’s Your Daddy?!?
Good luck with that, Regan, you chump. Not that you need it.
The audio site, southeastexports.blogspot.com, is currently accepting band demos to be considered for future podcasts and CD compilations. Got the rock it takes? Send your tracks to: SouthEast eXports, P.O. Box 3696, Knoxville, TN 37917.
Well, anyway, we like his stuff, self-deprecating as he is. He calls himself a “broken-hearted, down-on-my-luck loser” who’s nursed unrequited feelings for a particular lady for years now. We think, though, that sometimes the best inspiration for male songwriters is women and their stubborn refusal to return affections. Carter’s lady can be commended for rattling up enough sadness in him that his music’s full of sediment—part rock, part bluegrass, and wholly danceable. Check him out every Tuesday night at Backroom BBQ in the Old City. He’ll also be at The New Knox Tasting Room on Friday, Sept. 9, and again on Saturday, Oct. 1. Oh and by the way, the old sack now says you can just call him Cryin’ Chris Carter.