Joe Cassady & The West End Sound

Joe Cassady & The West End Sound

 New York City, New York, USA
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Biography

New York city alt-country innovators Joe Cassady & The West End Sound’s third studio release on Avenue A Records, The Chymical Vegas Wedding, takes listeners back to the band’s acoustic folk/country roots without losing the intelligence, sonic textures and New York indie-rock sensibility that won their first two albums AMA, FAR and Euro-Americana charting and praise from sources like BBC’s Bob Harris, Maverick Magazine, and Blues Matters in the UK as well as USA Today stateside.

Produced by Rod Hohl of the band Yarn, The Chymical Vegas wedding highlights Cassady’s literate lyricism with an acoustic-based, multi-textured backing of guitars, mandolins and banjo that always courts tradition while never quite settling down to be traditional.

Called, "an alt-country innovator . . . in the tradition without being derivative," Avenue A Records recording artist Joe Cassady and his band The West End Sound, combine the best of the singer-songwriter tradition with roots, Americana and modern rock forms. Their debut CD What’s Your Sign? was named as one of the best CD’s of 2007 by editors of USA Today and Soundstage! and was spun by legendary UK DJ Bob Harris on his BBC2 Saturday Program. The follow-up, 2009’s The 47th Problem reached the top 10 of the Euro-Americana Charts, received extensive airplay in the U.S, Australia and South America and was named #4 of the Top 10 Albums of 2009 by Hi-Fi & Musik Magazine in Sweden.

Founded in 2005 out of Manhattan's Lower East Side, Joe Cassady & The West End Sound are among the main protagonists in a growing roots/rock music scene arising in the Big Apple. In 2010 they completed their second European tour, winning over crowds at The Belladrum Tartan Heart Festival and the Southern Fried Festival in Scotland, in addition to other dates in the UK and the Netherlands. Along the way they have shared stages with notables such as KT Tunstall, Badly Drawn Boy, Harper Simon, Rock & Roll Hall of Famers Bernie Worrell of Parliament Funkadelic and Talking Heads and Garth Hudson of The Band, as well as acts like Olabelle, Matt Mays & El Torpedo, the Zen Tricksters, and the Jim Weider Band. In the words of Midwest Record's Chris Spector: this is "an up and comer that's going to go the distance no matter what marketing handle they hang on the genre. Top shelf stuff in any bar."

"Wasn't necessarily expecting good alt-country from a Manhattan band, but got it anyway. The songs' obvious intelligence doesn't get in the way of the solid, often enthralling music."
Ken Barnes - USA Today

“Cassady and his pals continue to merge the best of various fringe and underground sounds into a special Americana gumbo that you label that way because there’s no other way to make the uninitiated understand.” Chris Spector - Midwest Record Review

"He's a beatnik in the wrong decade, with a taste of country rock and urban, brazen, outsider romance. It is as if he wants to be Allen Ginsberg, Paul Westerberg, Waylon Jennings and Keith Richards at the same time. He succeeds surprisingly well."
- Honky Deluxe Blogspot

”Can someone tell me how I've been able to miss this band? Tell me!” Frank Ostergren - "Best Right Now"--Rootsy.nu

"Heavy shit indeed." Jan Wolfer - Hooked on Muisc

Lyrics

Everything Once

Written By: Joe Cassady

I loosened my tie when I heard the news,
Thinking how many try and how many lose.
I loosened my tie and I said a prayer
That I’d already been and you were finally there.

Chorus:
Maybe we have to do everything once, that’s just the way it is,
Sometimes we really hit it big, and sometimes, you know, we goddamn miss.
Maybe we have to do everything once and that’s just the way it is.

Each snowflake was perfect on my black, woolen coat,
The church bell was tolling right on the note.
My feet were frozen--no room inside,
The winter wind was cold, there was nowhere to hide.
Happiness comes and happiness goes,
Happiness, it leads us 'round by the nose.
But that’s alright, that’s okay, I’ve got nothing else to lead me today.

(Chorus)

He who loves his life will lose it, he who would give it away
Will live forever on the resurrection day.
Was it Matthew, Mark, or Luke who said?
Well, whoever it was he’s already dead.
And ain’t that always what those old dead men say,
Sometimes I want to knock 'em all out of the way.

(Chorus)

Pole Dance

Written By: Joe Cassady

Right attracts wrong, wrong pushes wrong away.
Wrong attracts right, right just don’t feel comfortable staying.
It’s open till two and it’s right off the interstate,
It’s a pole dance babe; throw another dollar up on the stage.

It’s the end of time as I know it and I could sure use another beer,
And there’s a man on the TV telling them all just what they want to hear.
But the sound's turned down, besides he’d never be caught dead in here.
It’s a poll dance babe, been going on for thousands of years.

Just because he’s forgiven,
That don’t mean he’s off the hook.
Just because it’s all been written,
That don't mean anybody will ever read that book.

She’s got a baby at home and a scar on each wrist
And a beautiful vision of a life she feels like she’s somehow missed.
She’s upside down, she spins, turns and twists--
She’s a pole-dancer babe; she’s got a lightning bolt in each fist.

And just because she’s forgiven
That don’t mean she’s off the hook.
Just because it’s all been written,
That don't mean anybody will ever read that book.

Right attracts wrong and wrong pushes wrong away.
Wrong attracts right, right just don’t feel comfortable staying.
But every guy in the bar has been in love at least once today.
It’s a pole dance babe; throw another dollar up on the stage.

Holy Hell

Written By: Joe Cassady

The invitation came yesterday morning in that Sunday mail.
It said you were getting married, said someone else was going to jail.
And I thought about the time I first met you down there on Main St. in the morning,
Everybody else was still in church or asleep and we were both hung over.
And I said, "Holy Hell!"

And I told you about the dream I had where I found Jesus. .. Sitting' in a go-go bar.
He was tipping all of the dancers he was driving a beat-up car.
And I said, "Hey man, aren't you Jesus?" He said, "Yeah, how did you know?"
And I said, "What are you doing in a place like this?" He said, "Ain't you ever read the book that I wrote?"
And I said, "Holy Hell!"

Maybe we should meet up behind the altar after dark when the church is closed.
We'll sneak in through the windows and get dressed up in our worst torn-up clothes.
I'll bring the i-pod, you'll bring the speakers, we'll listen to R.L. Burnside and The Stones,
And we'll dance in the aisles say "thou shall" and "you're forgiven" till that morning star comes home.
And we’ll sing, "Holy Hell!"

Holy Hell!

Make It Rain

Written By: Joe Cassady

Down on Rivington, you know, they’re making it rain.
They’re making a movie--cameras, lights and cranes.
But when I look up my sky is clear.

And the lead actress, you know, she's done for the night,
When she crosses her legs I can see some cellulite I’ve never seen
Up there on that screen.

And the billboard models even they've gone home to bed,
Or out on the town, or out of their heads.
It seems so obscene compared to life up on that screen.

Chorus:
And you just wanted to ride around with your top down,
I had to make it rain.
But ain’t it crazy how having everything includes having a reason to complain.

Long ago and far away, bound in a nutshell,
King of infinite space, I had a dream—
A beam of light fell on that screen.

Then it’s strut and fret and call yourself a man,
Call in storm clouds, drawing circles in the sand,
Stuck here on dry land.

(Chorus)

Now we're back on Rivington and its opening night,
The rain's pouring down but there ain't no cameras in sight.
We find our seats and they turn down the house lights.

But him and her, that ain't you and me,
We're just the reflections in the puddles on the street we see.
Maybe that's all we're meant to be.

(Chorus)

Rorschach in Love

Written By: Joe Cassady

I woke up this morning to an ink blot on my bed,
Right there on the pillow where I thought you'd laid your head.
This seems to happen every time, I feel like I'm slowly losing my mind.
Maybe this is what it was like when Rorschach fell in love.

I met this little girl, man, everything seemed just right,
If you asked me it was all gonna be black and white,
But every time I'd turn around she was right back out on the town.
Maybe this is what it was like when Rorschach fell in love.

If love is a mirror it ain't made for ugly dudes like me,
Maybe I should go tanning or grow a goatee.
Somehow I don't think that'd be enough, 'cause as below, so must it be above,
And maybe this is what it was like when Rorschach fell in love.

Somewhere (A Long Way From Here)

Written By: Joe Cassady

There’s a point up ahead where the whole world disappears,
And then come nightfall even that point disappears
With the neon lights and all the roadside beers.
They've fallen off the edge along with all the years.
Oh, somewhere’s still a long way from here.

It’s a mighty reservation where we invest our tears,
Insuring each and every of our doubts and fears
From the dust devils and the free-range steers.
We might be getting somewhere but it’s still a long way from here.
Oh, somewhere’s still a long way from here.

Then, up ahead, I can see lights in the west:
All the contents of all those empty miles compressed,
A vast confessional where nothing’s confessed,
A great big tilted mirror where we all look blessed.
Oh, somewhere’s still a long way from here.

There’s a point up ahead where the whole world disappears,
And then come nightfall even that point disappears.
But all the light from all the years
It all goes somewhere; it’s just a long, long way from here.
Oh, somewhere’s still a long way from here.
Yeah, it's still a long, long way from here.

We All Tour With Elvis

Written By: Joe Cassady

A roll of the die can’t eliminate chance,
Go on take your best shot.
'Cause seven, boys, is heaven, snake-eyes you roll again,
Anything else, just pay up what you got.

Chorus:
And life is just a whore, who reneges on the deal,
Some of us will break, some will bend,
Some will roll the lucky sevens; some will break the seventh seal,
But we all tour with Elvis in the end.

I’ve never been a gambler; at least not of things I ain’t got.
All I’ve ever wagered was mine.
So to Caesar what is Caesar’s, go and ante up the pot,
All I’ve got to gamble is my time.

(Chorus 2x)

Rorschach in Love

Written By: Joe Cassady

I woke up this morning to an ink blot on my bed,
Right there on the pillow where I thought you'd laid your head.
This seems to happen every time, I feel like I'm slowly losing my mind.
Maybe this is what it was like when Rorschach fell in love.

I met this little girl, man, everything seemed just right,
If you asked me it was all gonna be black and white,
But every time I'd turn around she was right back out on the town.
Maybe this is what it was like when Rorschach fell in love.

If love is a mirror it ain't made for ugly dudes like me,
Maybe I should go tanning or grow a goatee.
Somehow I don't think that'd be enough, 'cause as below, so must it be above,
And maybe this is what it was like when Rorschach fell in love.

We All Tour With Elvis

Written By: Joe Cassady

A roll of the die can’t eliminate chance,
Go on take your best shot.
'Cause seven, boys, is heaven, snake-eyes you roll again,
Anything else, just pay up what you got.

Chorus:
And life is just a whore, who reneges on the deal,
Some of us will break, some will bend,
Some will roll the lucky sevens; some will break the seventh seal,
But we all tour with Elvis in the end.

I’ve never been a gambler; at least not of things I ain’t got.
All I’ve ever wagered was mine.
So to Caesar what is Caesar’s, go and ante up the pot,
All I’ve got to gamble is my time.

Living Ghosts

Written By: Joe Cassady

We’re all living ghosts; we're haunting these present lives,
Lingering in places, faces, friends, habits, husbands and wives.
We’re all living ghosts, picking up things we’ve learned to let go,
Looking for things that in past lives we've learned we already know.
We’re all living ghosts, we're all living ghosts.

We’re all living ghosts, blown like sheets in the wind,
By something that is and was, yet still never has been.
We’re all living ghosts; these are our Elysian fields,
We all sit by the water to drink and forget all we know that is real.
We’re all living ghosts, we're all living ghosts.

We’re all living ghosts, without you I can’t be real.
Your crystal of mind that refracts me is the small treasure I steal.
We’re all living ghosts; someday we’ll let this old world go.
Maybe we already have, I’d be the last to know.
Because I’m a living ghost, we’re all living ghosts.

We’re all living ghosts, we're all living ghosts.

Discography

THE 47TH PROBLEM: (Top Ten on Euro-Americana Chart, #4 of Top 10 Albums of 2009 by HI-FI & Musik Magazine in Sweden); WHAT'S YOUR SIGN?: (USA TODAY and SOUNDSTAGE! Editor's Choice for Best CD's of 2007, 20 + Weeks on the AMA Americana Radio Airplay Charts and featured by Bob Harris on BBC2 Radio in the UK); JOE CASSADY & THE WEST END SOUND: (Self-Titled EP)

Set List

Original Tunes with select and rocked up covers by artists like Bob Dylan, The Rolling Stones, Hank Williams, Johnny Cash, Waylon Jennings, Gram Parsons, Townes Van Zandt, or Kris Kristofferson. Can play a 45 minute set or all night long depending on your situation.

A Recent Setlist (Originals Unless Otherwise Noted):
1. Can Opener
2. Mad Woman
3. Find My Way Home
4. Sixteen Coaches
5. Rollin’ & Tumblin’–Muddy Waters
6. Motherless Child–Traditional
7. I’d Rather Be You
8. Jack Kerouac–Kenn Keder
9. White Freightliner–Townes Van Zandt
10. Dead Flowers–The Rolling Stones
11. Curse of the Drinking Class
12. Tonto’s Blues
13. 9th Floor
14. Prometheus Bound
15. G3 Blues
16. St. Jude
17. Warren G. Harding
18. What’s Your Sign?
19. Angel Eyes
20. Beirut Boogie
21. Willie Mays
22. Joshua Your Mother Loves You
23. Six Days on the Road–Flying Burrito Brothers
24. Whiskey Bent & Hell Bound–Hank Williams Jr.
25. Parrots & Napoleons
26.