T. Stevens

T. Stevens

BandCountrySinger/Songwriter

Timeless warrior of words & music returns to the dirt & teardrops of the SoCal Inland Empire, where John Steinbeck set the scene for his American Classic, "Grapes of Wrath," to record this grits-&-gravy testament of cemetery skies & redneck angels...

Biography

At a time when the entire music world, and country music in particular, continues to mourn the loss of Johnny Cash and Waylon Jennings, there still exist those artists and creators who share the musical spirit of these icons, if not their decades of real life true grit experience.

Among these is a "veteran newcomer" called T. (Tex) Stevens. A veteran because he's been writing and singing his songs his whole life, a newcomer because it's only since Cash's passing that he's been persuaded to commit these musical snapshots of his wanderings to recorded media for posterity.

A newcomer to professional recording, but a veteran of the deserts and plains of our great country, Stevens is the son of a California oilfield worker who was a cross between Indiana Jones and John Wayne. Larger than life, now also passed on to a better place, Stevens’ dad kept him in the sweltering Inland Empire town of Riverside each summer of his pre-teen life.

So it’s appropriate that Tex returned to the Inland Empire to record his debut collection and enlisted co-producers Kim Fowley and Roy Swedeen to keep him grounded, in the land of cactus and tumbleweeds, at Redlands International studios, once the site of hobo jungles and freight train riders' broken dreams.

Lyrics

TV's Always On

Written By: T. Stevens, Kim Fowley & Roy Swedeen

Down in the valley
Deep in the dark
TV’s always on
In the trailer park

Wife and kids
Dad and dog
Dirty dishes
Got yer goats and hogs
Scandals and vandals
At the end of the world
Dirty politicians
And party girls

Now it’s the King of Pop
Sleepin’ with your kid
You know he will deny it
But we know what he did
Gang-bangers takin’ over
Hatin’ you an’ me
You know that I believe it
’Cuz I saw it on TV

Satellite dish
Kissin’ the sky
Antennas will do
As the jet planes fly
All o’ yer neighbors
Are watchin’ too
Bunch o’ redneck zombies
In the video zoo

Now time is runnin’ out
On the digital clocks
How did we get by
Without the idiot box
When the TV breaks
There’ll be nothin’ to see
Just can’t survive
On reality

Love Takes Some Gettin' Used To

Written By: T. Stevens

Now honey look what you’ve done
Just when we were havin’ so much fun
We used to laugh and drink
But now I think
We’ve gone too far

Now we better take care
I had never planned on this affair
So when I hold you tight
We can’t lose sight
Of who we are, because

Love takes some gettin’ used to
I never thought it could happen so soon
Just when we became the best of friends
You went and broke the rules
Love takes some gettin’ used to

There’s a new moon in the sky
And there’s a glimmer in your pale blue eye
But just as sure as sun will rise
I realize
My greatest fear

Please don’t play with this heart
Far too easy it gets torn apart
’Cuz with a love like this
We run the risk
It may disappear, because

Love takes some gettin’ used to
I never thought it could happen so soon
What becomes of the best of friends
When they promise to be true?
Love takes some gettin’ used to

I hear that old familiar ring
Love is a universal thing
When it happens, my spirit sings
La dee da dee da

So let’s call it a night
Nothin’ we ever do can make this right
And now it feels so good
But knock on wood
I hope it lasts

This is all so new
I never thought I’d fall in love with you
And who knows what we will find
If we take our time
And don’t look back – we can never look back, because

Discography

The Last American Cowboy (Charlatan Records, 2004)

Set List

T. Stevens performs solo acoustic or with his band.
Sets vary according to venue and show length, usually 45-60 minutes.