John Troy’s Crunchy Groove Sack

Background

What is American music? The answer is as various and motley as America’s history and culture. As a (still) performing musician with over forty years’ experience in the musical trenches as a sideman to the stars, ensemble player, and solo artist, I am in the happy position to offer esoteric insight and perspective on the songs we will enjoy together. We will learn how songs have been interpreted and re-interpreted through the years. We will cull songs from genres across the musical spectrum and we will discover artists who, though little known or forgotten, cast a long shadow down to the present day. We will realize how all these different styles are connected. And, finally, we will be reminded that songs, like people, stand on the shoulders of what came before.

Are you interested in music? Well, so am I. Listen!

– JOHN TROY

John Troy is in partnership with Taylor Guitars, Warwick Basses and Trickfish Amplification.

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Pesky scrubs, every Tom I know is high-pitched, my throat has a flat, start the head with the tail, he killed a guy, go out and vape, he’s gonna blow any second, a brain divider, a whole new world, scare the band.
Undo your pants, skank & bubble, dystopian hellscape, King Lear, Mulligatawny stew, not dead air, ruin it for you, people would lose their minds, forever associated with vampires, they have claps, hear the humanity, sung by a dead tree, beautiful things.
Fun to climb on, the big a-hole, scratchy thing, pushed it out into the fjord, fast moving  heavyweight, spark & dookie, tats & vapes, a big thing that sits there, tripping my brains out, hallucinated all over Jimi, ruminate on that.
Not only checkered, blue collar musicians, kick my guitar, born white, cowards, resonator tube, nailed down tight, keep your ass up, perfect little song, not dead air, women were men, a golden touch, suffering in silence, ran away and threw up.