Iko-Iko

Iko-Iko

 Miami, Florida, USA
BandAmericanaBlues

Award-winning "soulful swampadelic" Americana/Rock, Iko-Iko is about great songs and performances. With 5 CDs & devoted fans, Graham Drout's songs are covered by artists of various styles. Work appears in films, "Cape Fear" and "Contact." Drout won "Song of the Year" from Blues Critics Choice awards

Biography

Award-winning "soulful swampadelic" Americana/Rock, Iko-Iko is about great songs and performances. With 5 CDs & devoted fans, Graham Drout's songs are covered by artists of various styles. Drout received "Song of the Year" honors from the Blues Critics Choice Awards in February 2007 for "Ghosts of Mississippi."

With performances in the films, "Cape Fear" and "Contact" as well as the original production of Jimmy Buffett's "Don't Stop the Carnival," along with countless collaborations with some of music's finest of the last twenty years, Iko-Iko continues to deliver great shows and great product. Their dedicated fan base, The Voodoo Crew, brings fans, musicians and media together as well via http://www.MySpace.com/voodoocrew

IKO IKO has performed with:
* Bo Diddley
* Ron Wood
* Jimmy Buffett
* Willie Dixon
* Lucky Petersen
* Bobby Keys
* Ivan Neville
* David Bromberg
* Slash
* Jim Belushi
* James Harman
* Mike Utley
* Steven Stills
* Billy Mann
* Albert Castiglia
* Joey Gilmore
* Nil Lara
* and many others

Graham Wood Drout was born in Newark, New Jersey where, at the age of five, he was given a plastic Roy Roger's guitar and a 33-1/3rd LP recording of Western Swing music. All his life he has been dodging abnormal phenomena: From surviving floods to fires to hurricanes to lightning strikes and all forms and shapes of experience that would have caused many to quit in frustration; however, Drout persevered and turned all of that into powerful lyrics and driving rhythms for his music.

At the age of eight, Drout's family relocated to Houston, Texas and, after six painfully hard years he moved to Miami, Florida for the first time. Two years after that, his family's cultural aftershocks took him to Rio De Janeiro, Brazil where Drout farmed his musical diversity even further and, ultimately, returned to South Florida where he received a BFA in Art from Florida International University.

Drout currently appears with Albert Castiglia on their new live and acoustic release, "The Bittersweet Sessions" and is back on Blues radio with as much of the dynamic energy and style that put the band on the map in its earliest days.

Lyrics

The Ghosts of Mississippi

Written By: Graham Wood Drout

THE GHOSTS OF MISSISSIPPI

Copyright ©2005 Graham Wood Drout. All rights reserved.
p Big Bolt Music (BMI)

I seen them hanging on the bar room walls of Beale Street
None of them were left there by the people that you do meet
All the things I loved and I lost so long ago
and it's really quite a shame you can't get that stuff no more

Casino's line the country side where cotton once was king
and the Mississippi moaners used to play guitars and sing
I walked down through the delta and I cursed the ground I walked on
Lost it all in Clarksdale, Hell, it might as well be Jackson

Meet me at the bottom where the southern cross the dog
where the ghosts of Mississippi were the gods of Africa

We floated in Memphis like Pharohs down the nile
we had rainbows on our shoulders we had silver in our smiles
and when we walked down Beale Street everybody knew our names
our guns shot tombstone bullets all our love's in vain

Meet me at the bottom where the southern cross the dog
where the ghosts of Mississippi were the gods of Africa

I have sold my soul for pennies on the dollar
when my story's told gonna' make a dead man holler
I've knelt on salted earth and I've walked on sacred ground
and I've watched it fall to pieces on the high grade into town

Meet me at the bottom where the southern cross the dog
where the ghosts of Mississippi were the gods of Africa

Now thw devil rides a greyhound bus and the saints drive semi trucks
and those of us who walk the earth man, er all out of luck
I walked down through Mississippi all along the natchez Trace
the sun burned my shoulders and the wind blew in my face

Meet me at the bottom where the southern cross the dog
where the ghosts of Mississippi were the gods of Africa

I met a waitress in a coffee shop she poured coffee in my cup
everytime she dropped her eyes I knelt to pick them up
She had rings on all her fingers and a tattoo of a train
I could hera the desils moaning as she filled my cup again

Meet me at the bottom where the southern cross the dog
where the ghosts of Mississippi were the gods of Africa
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Copyright ©2005 Graham Wood Drout. All rights reserved.
p Big Bolt Music (BMI)

The Day The Old Man Died

Written By: Graham Wood Drout (Big Bolt Music - BMI)

THE DAY THE OLD MAN DIED
by Graham Wood Drout
©2005 Graham Wood Drout
p Big Bolt Music (BMI)

Crawled across Texas in a dirt brown El Dorado
Just east of El Paso running low on gas-o-lean
I pulled in to a station not far from my destination
checked the oil, checked the tires, wiped the windshield clean

In a couple hours I was way beyond the border
I had a hacksawed Wal-mart shot gun laying by my side
and later when they asked me what I could remember
I said, "I cried just like a freight train the day the old man died."

Oh, what a day!
Oh, What a day!
Everything's been differen't since the old man passed away

I saw a blind man / selling paintings by the road side
Books of Revelations, and portraits of the King
and I rolled on by/ just like it didn't matter
just like I didn't notice just like it didn't mean a thing

Somewhere near St. Louis there's a coffee colored casket
Many people weeping in a chapel in the pines
grief hangs in the air just like a summer rain cloud
I felt just like a criminal on the day the old man died died

Oh. what a day, Oh, what a day
Everything's been different since the old man passed away

I shot a man in Reno just to watch him live
he spent his whole life trying to track me down
I had to keep on moving so that's just what I did
City to city, State to state and town to town

I spent time on the rail road where I had to watch my back
What I couldn't steal I used to toss out on the track
And I did all my business on the sly
I felt just like a hot shot on the day the old man died

Oh, what a day, Oh, what a day
Everything's been different since the old man passed away

it makes me nervous the way some things never change
The Special at the diner's always chicken and a biscuit
And it kind of makes me crazy when nothing stays the same
I expect to find it exactly where I left it

There's a preacher on the radio saying. " All will be forgiven."
God forgives most everything I do and that ain't no lie
I'm crawling across Texas and I'm half way up to heaven
I felt the spirit touch me on the day the old man died

Oh, what a day. Oh,. what a day
Everything's been different since the old man passed away
Oh, what a day
I cried and I cried and I cried the day the old man died

American Dream

Written By: Graham Wood Drout - Big Bolt Music (BMI)

"American Dream"
by ©Graham Wood Drout
Big Bolt Music (BMI)
(appears on the release, "Shine" from IKO-IKO)

Brought a box of bottle rockets back from Alabama
Gonna' shoot them off on a July Holiday
Up here on the roof with a bag of marijuana
watching all them little rockets flying away

Never had an American Dream
Never got a piece of that pie
never was a part of that scene
I never had an American Dream
I never had an American dream

If you listen real hard you can almost hear the music
look on down the street you can see the parade
the air's all full of smoke and the sound of jubalation
but it'd hard to see the show when all the flags get in the way

Never had an American Dream
Never got a piece of that pie
never was a part of that scene
I never had an American Dream
I never had an American dream

Oh, and I feel like a feather in the wind
and I feel like I'm almost gone
I'm just like a motherless child
never learned right from wrong
I never learned right from wrong

Down town's jammed with cop cars and marching bands
going 'round in circles like water down a drain
main street's packed with cow girls in cadillacs
Everybody's happy now I hope it dosen't rain
Everybody's happy and I hope it dosen't rain

Never had an American Dream
Never got a piece of that pie
never was a part of that scene
I never had an American Dream
I never had an American dream

Discography

2006 - The Bittersweet Sessions, Little Silver LSR05-001
Orig. 2000/Remastered, reissued 2007 - Shine, Little Silver LSCD005
Orig. 1996/Remastered, reissued 2007 - Protected By Voodoo, Little Silver LSCD001
1991 - Riding on The Rims - Live, Little Silver (out of print)
1986 - Snowstorm in The Jungle, Kingsnake (out of print)

See band's website for radio song samples.

Set List

A mix of "soulful swampadelic" Americana originals with updated covers to Muddy Waters, John Prine, Van Morrison, and other songs with a new edge and vocal harmonies over a dynamic backbeat.

Shows are usually either:
1 - 90 minute set (headline)
1 - 45 minute set (opening act)
2 - 60 minute shows (depending on venue)

We pride ourselves on being VERY easy to work with and can play according to venue, promoter needs, etc..