One of us grew up on a working farm; the other spent three decades suffering the long, dark, snow-choked winters of Upstate New York. So we’re accustomed to keeping an eye to the sky, and it was really only a matter of time until we created an album driven by bad weather — and lots of it. We feature that most majestic of storms, an Alberta Clipper, on the cover and in the title track of this album.
Of course, not all our lyrical storms are about the weather. “Alberta Clipper” is an allegory of corruption and collapse against a backdrop of male privilege. “Friends of Mine” begs for a renewed spirit of inclusion and unity when so many voices clamor for division and suspicion. “The Lucky Ones” balances a postwar parable of devastation with gratitude for simply surviving in an age where civility and reason have come to be signs of weakness. “Vertical Horizon” laments the accelerating pace of environmental collapse. And “All Fall Away” speaks to the ravages of the opioid epidemic. Maybe these songs will speak to someone, will change a mind, will inspire a commitment — will matter in some small way. And as always, we draw on the great American rock, country, soul, and folk traditions we grew up on and continue to explore and expand.
We honor forbears from Buck Owens to Smokey Robinson, from Bruce Springsteen to CSN&Y, from Chuck Berry to the Blasters, from Johnny Cash to Glen Campbell — hell, Bonnie Raitt, Steve Earle, Jason Isbell, Ryan Adams, Alison Krauss, Linda Ronstadt, J.D. Souther, Dobie Gray, Celtic fiddlers, Calum Graham, Sam Cooke, Paul Westerberg — the list could never end. Our lifelong gratitude to them, and to you, for taking the time to hear their echoes.
As always, the Beausage Brothers want to sincerely thank everyone who has found our music and taken the time to listen and respond.
We feel fortunate to be livin’ to tell the tale.