In the world of a working band there is no greater constant than the road. Few know this better than Adam Lee & the Dead Horse Sound Company, the Kansas City trio who put their original spin on that classic country sound. With the upcoming release of their sophmore album, 'When the Spirits Move Me,' Lee and company touch on many of the elements so familiar to their life on the road. From wild nights in far away towns, to barroom brawls and goodbye kisses, the band expertly explain their travelling life. All with the swingin' shuffles and country flair of your favorite 45's. But then again, winding highways and endless mile markers are something they know well. Upon completion of their first record, 'Ghostly Fires,' the band commenced a wide-spread and heavy touring schedule, playing over 100 shows and half of the US in their first year alone. Since the release of 'Ghostly Fires' the band has also spent a good deal of time refining their already unique sound. While their first album touches on the more subtle tones of Americana, 'When the Spirits Move Me' focuses on the band's affinity for classic country. Twelve tracks of heartbreaking honky tonk that sound right at home in the swingin beer joints and rural roadhouses the band often plays. Leading the way is Adam Lee whose basement baritone perfectly presents the highs and lows of life on the road. Joining Lee are Johnny Kay (electric guitar, mandolin) and Boomerang Dave Bruchmann (upright bass), and when this train starts a-chuggin, folks had better hold on. It's something that comes naturally to the band, just like the country music they play. While you may have heard country music, you've never heard (or seen) it like this. Their live show is a rowdy and rollicking good time full of all original honky tonk music -- songs to drink to, cry to, and most of all dance to. So bring a date, grab a drink, and don't forget your dancin' shoes. Adam Lee & the Dead Horse Sound Company are headed down the highway, and there's no end in sight.

Daniel Payne is certainly no stranger to the life of musical gypsyhood. His savage exploits of rambling and rounding have landed him onto stages with major acts all across the land, including David Allan Coe, Wayne Hancock, and Two Tons of Steel to just name a few. His firm dedication to vision, artistry, and excellence resulted in the creation of 800 Mile Monday, an exclusive craft of music that speaks directly to the saddle-weary souls who've been exhausted, battered, and beaten down by the grueling dusty trail of life. It is a glorious and uncompromising salute to the great American West and the old pioneer spirit. Pure and honest, as music should be, 800 Mile Monday is the living, breathing expression of the spirit and scale of the American South and West to the rest of the world.

New album "In The Fertile Gardens of Freedom" is out now. Pick it up at CD Baby, iTunes, Amazon.com, and at one of the many shows Daniel Payne is playing around the globe during his horror-soaked savage burn through life. If you don't like it, you can have another one. West Texas roots music at its finest. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------
The True Legend of Clive O'Malley

The year was 1871. A cowboy named Clive O'Malley consumed the flesh of a small cactus to sustain himself on a South Texas trail following a successful raid into Mexico. Soon, nightmarish visions of future wars and large-scale deforestation began to take hold. In oracle after oracle Clive warned of a blind and selfish people given to shamelessly sick corporatism and savage disregard for the land. Treasured riches would lactate with sulfur, the foul stench to singe its essence eternally into their souls. O'Malley's ominous warnings and staunch assertions did not go unnoticed, especially by the local whores. Soon his chilling visions had garnered him a modest amount of celebrity status on both sides of the border. After his disappearance the Kickapoo Indian tribe even honored him with the name "Eagle Eyes" for his visionary prowess.

In July of that same year, without even collecting his wages, Clive spurred on his salty sorrel, Dr. Feelgood, out of cow camp and across to the south side of the river and rode off into the fading sunset, never to be heard from or seen again.

Townspeople around the Mexican city of Rio Bravo, however, have claimed since the early 1950's to hear Dr. Feelgood's defiant hoofbeats at night, pounding the sun-baked clay on the south bank where the river has since receded. To this day the local medicine men maintain that this paranormal presence is a resounding salute to the old pioneer spirit. An otherworldly protest to the exhaustion of both the land and the human spirit. One morning in July of 2006, the phrase "800 Mile Monday" was found newly scratched in the bedrock of the riverbed. Poor old Clive, what with his weary soul and all. We went and saw it for ourselves. Heard the hoofbeats and everything. True story. With Clive's permission, we found that to be an agreeable handle for our outfit. The songs we play are the real songs that Clive O'Malley sings to himself on those haunting late night rides along the old dried up banks of the river in the Rio Grande Valley.