ALASKAN BARS PART 1 by TIM EASTON
(video directed by Mick Leonardi)
Track five from Tim Easton’s most recent album (“AMERICAN
FORK”) is called “ALASKAN BARS PART 1.” It blasts out of the
gate with a slide riff performed by Easton on a $100 dollar Kay
acoustic guitar run through a Fender tube amp. A drunken bar
band ruckus ensues as Easton sings us the tail of an unfortunate
Alaskan Bar fly making his way geographically and spiritually
South from the Fairbanks area all the way to Halibut Cove on the
Kenai Peninsula. “All those bars are real,” says Easton, “and the
characters you meet there are bound to alter your life and make
you want to write. I’ve been to Alaska every Summer for fifteen
years now, so I’ve seen some stuff, caught a lot of fish, and quite
a few buzzes too.”
Nashville videographer Mick Leonardi happened to have
captured the actual recording of the track on film, plus the
acoustic rehearsal that happened minutes before the recording,
and here it is presented for all to see exactly how the this
particular track, plus the entire American Fork album was actually
recorded, minus the “devil voice” that was added by Texas
songwriter Brian Wright after the basic tracks were cut.
AMERICAN FORK was released by LAST CHANCE RECORDS
in North America and AT THE HELM RECORDS in the U.K.
T. Easton, guitar, vocals. Jon Radford, drums. Michael Rinne,
bass. Robbie Crowell, organ. Brian Wright, devil voice. Mixed,
mastered, and produced by Patrick Damphier.
I got drunk at the Golden Eagle.
Started groping inappropriate people.
They tossed me out of that old place.
I had to wait five days just to show my face.
Made my way down to the Fairview Inn
where the band got paid in chicken skin.
I found a dog or the dog found me,
and we both woke up in the Fireweed.
Pulled in late to the old Brown Bear,
heard a song about a rocking chair.
The fish were in with a little rain
so I hitched on down the Turnagain.
The Seaview’s quiet on a Monday night,
but when the humpy’s run it feels just right.
The clouds rolled back and the river ran high.
Ran into a friend and we got very very high
(but that’s another song).
By the time we got to Kharacters,
we sang with a mighty thirst.
Future came and took my order,
and poured one round of Kassik’s Porter.
Rolled on down to the Salty Dog,
most definitely in a fog.
Wrote your name on a greenback dollar
and pinned it to a tourist’s collar.
Crossed the bay into Halibut Cove,
warmed ourselves by a magic stove.
If you want to take this same journey
don’t do it alone, please take me.
Boot’s in the slammer, Dirty’s on the lam.
Alaskan Bars Part I is over.
I might have missed a few but now I’m sober.
If you want part two then you’re invited
to grab a pen, sit down and write it.
Words and music by T. Easton
Campfire Propaganda Songs 2016/ASCAP