J.W. Laswell

J.W. Laswell

 Covington, Kentucky, USA
BandAmericanaBlues

When performing his original music, Laswell goes back to the beginnings of his musical journey with his own acoustic style and story delivered with heart and soul in a voice uniquely his own.




Biography

J.W. Laswell is no stranger to these parts. Born in a modest little farm house at the end of what is now known as Laswell-Gentry Rd. in Ottawa Ky. about ten miles from Renfro Valley he spent his early years listening to the diverse music coming from the local radio stations. Some of the first sounds he can remember are those of an old flat top guitar that his mother played as she sang country and gospel songs.

In the early 1960’s the Laswell family moved to Cincinnati, Ohio where rock n’ roll, rhythm and blues along with jazz became a major influence on Laswell’s music. With his older brothers his first experience was keeping the beat to the songs of Chuck Berry, Bill Black’s Combo, Jimmy Reed and Lonnie Mack. Inspired by his cousin who at that time was doing a Jerry Lee Lewis-Little Richard act over in Newport Ky. The guitar would take second place to the piano and later the organ. (Stray Dog Home) seems like a hint, maybe a glimpse of this multi-faceted artist.

J.W. is still an active member of the award winning Uncle Daddy and the Family Secret out of Middletown, Ohio playing keyboards and acoustic guitar performing his own as well as the bands original music, he has contributed music on several of their six releases on the Alpha Dawg label over the last twelve years. J.W. performs solo and with quartet ensembles including fiddle, pedal steel, electric guitar and upright bass.

J.W. is also performing and recording with The Hedge Hawgs and The Leo Clarke Band.

Lyrics

Love's Sweet Bouquet

Written By: J.W. Laswell

You said you loved me.
That you'd always be around,
I'm sittin round these dead roses,
Not a tear to be found,
well I knew it was over,
When you let your flowers die,
Yes I knew it was over,
When you let your flowers die.

Love can't hear what you're sayin,
Never says what it means,
Love can't see where it's goin,
Always livin in a dream,
Yes I knew it was over,
When you let your flowers die,
All my friends they tied to tell me,
Jay Dub, you know ,
Love is deaf, dumb and blind,
Cause they knew it was over,
When you let your flowers die,
Yes they knew it was over,
When you let your flowers die.

Rollin On

Written By: J.W. Laswell

Don't wanna live in the country,
Don't wanna live up town,
Don't wanna live in your big ol city,
Just keep rollin around,
Just keep rollin around.

Remember our first time together,
Shakin like a dog in the cold, cold rain,
You put your arm's around me,
And wrapped me in your warm and tender love,
In your warm and tender love,
And I don't wanna live in the country,
Don't wanna live up town,
Don't wanna live in your big ol city,
Just keep rollin around,
Just keep rollin around.

Some people live for silver,
Some people live for gold,
Some people live to get even,
But I just live for my soul,
I just live for my soul,
And I don't wanna live in the country,
Don't wanna live up town,
Don't wanna live in your big ol city,
I just keep rollin around,
Just keep rollin around.

Boogie Woogie Bar

Written By: J.W. Laswell

One night all alone, my room was cold and lonely
I didn't have much money, wouldn't get me far
I jumped in my ride, and headed for the east end
Where I saw the lights from, a boogie woogie bar

Lights pulled me closer to, that boogie woogie band
There was a jam goin on there, with the guitar man
He stood on the stage, had an ax in his hand
Gettin down with some funky music
Boogie woogie man

If you're all alone and your room, is cold and lonely
Go down to the east end, boogie woogie bar
there they stand on that stage, they got their lives in their hands
Gettin down with that funky music, a boogie woogie band
Getti down with the funky music, boogie woogie band
Gettin down with some funky music, that boogie woogie band

Ottawa

Written By: J.W. Laswell

In a cane field on a dusty road, I can taste
The sugar of the memories
How sweet it could be, back in Ottawa
Ottawa, Kentucky

I can still, hear my uncle holler'n
Standin under neath that willow tree
How sweet it could be, back in Ottawa
Thinkin about, you and me

Now there's some old gold mines way down there
But they're all empty
The gold's in the hearts of my people
Down in, Ottawa, Kentucky

And there's a couple of bass ponds still down there
They're just a waitin, a waitin for me
And all my folks are gonna treat me
Like I never left, Ottawa, Kentucky
Thinkin about you and me
Down in Ottawa, Kentucky

Discography

Stray Dog Home (2004 Alpha Dawg Records)

Set List

Boogie Woogie Bar
Rollin On
Ottawa
Drivin Slow
Blame Game
Paper Rain
Throw Away Heart
Must Be Lovin
In My Dreams
Little Rockin Chair

Old Lovers Cross
Loves Sweet Bouquet
Fare to Pay
I Wonder
1964
The Fire
You Know Me better
Love Like Mine
Echoes Of Your Lies
Brother American