Old Toad Guitar Duo

Old Toad Guitar Duo

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It starts with old songs. Really old songs, the ones that have been worked over a hundred times, revived then forgotten, beloved, ruined, then rescued.

The Old Toad Guitar Duo starts with dusty 78’s and pawnshop Victrolas. They collect haunted Appalachian Ballads, ragged Bluegrass numbers, Tin Pan Alley romps, and then they go to work. They kick the tires of old American tunes; give them an overhaul. They call these “new” compositions American Unoriginals—you’ve heard these songs before, but

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Biography

It starts with old songs. Really old songs, the ones that have been worked over a hundred times, revived then forgotten, beloved, ruined, then rescued.

The Old Toad Guitar Duo starts with dusty 78’s and pawnshop Victrolas. They collect haunted Appalachian Ballads, ragged Bluegrass numbers, Tin Pan Alley romps, and then they go to work. They kick the tires of old American tunes; give them an overhaul. They call these “new” compositions American Unoriginals—you’ve heard these songs before, but not like this.

The Old Toad Guitar Duo is Steve Mattingly and Matt Cochran, longtime musical collaborators who first met at the Eastman School of Music in 1995. They are co-founders of the groundbreaking Tantalus Quartet, with whom they regularly appear at important concert series and festivals throughout the U.S., Europe, and Canada. Steve and Matt formed the Old Toad Duo to explore the roots of Americana, joyfully tinkering with the richness and diversity of America’s musical landscape.

Oh…About the name? The Old Toad is a pub in Rochester, NY that Steve and Matt would frequent during their student days.

Cheers!

Lyrics

Old Chuck Flynn

Written By: Matthew Cochran

The trail’s gone cold for old Chuck Flynn
He’s just a vapor trail from a paper plane
He stowed Maw’s gold tooth in a rolled-up sock
And I forsooth we would search for not
When we found the willow hollowed out
And sure ‘nough the still was emptied out
The trap door was open
Though we was hoping
He even found what we hid in the cold dry rot
Now the winter’s chill is setting in
Gonna be a cold one ‘cause of old Chuck Flynn

They say the Devil, he’s a charming man
And you must invite the Devil in
Brother Paul, he preaches consequence
But the Devil, he makes promises
Of fields, come summer, fat with corn
Of babes that don’t came out stillborn
And lest ye think all is well
It goes Hell

So you’re in Carvel in a shotgun shack
‘Cause Brother Paul said if ye lack
The hide or head of Old Chuck Flynn
You shan’t be welcomed back again

And you’re far from home
And the trail’s gone cold
And the last of your stash
Has been snorted or sold
And the winter’s chill is setting in
Gonna be a cold one ‘cause of old Chuck Flynn

Discography

"Leather Britches" (single) available for download on Soundcloud

New tracks (in progress):
-"Black is the Color of My True Love's Hair" (trad.)
-"Old Chuck Flynn" (words and music by Matt Cochran)
-3 Preludes (George Gershwin)

Set List

Leather Britches (arr. Cochran)
Mr Bill, His Rag (Armstrong)
3 Preludes (Gershwin)
Black is the Color of My True Love's Hair (arr. Cochran)
Old Chuck Flynn (Cochran)
Won't Be Coming Home (Cochran)
Can't Be Satisfied (Waters)