Blame Bobby Bare

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RICH MAHAN SAYS BLAME BOBBY BARE FOR HIS SOLO DEBUT

The Singer, Songwriter and Musician Attracts Legendary Session Players for a Freewheeling Country-Rock Album About Love and Liquor, Delivering a Saturday Night Record of Love Songs for The Barstool Impaired

NASHVILLE (12/21/12) — Nashville guitarist/singer-songwriter Rich Mahan will release his solo debut BLAME BOBBY BARE on January 22nd, 2013. For the album’s 10 songs, Mahan delivers barstool tales with a wicked grin, peppering his mix of rock and country with tasteful contributions from several of Music City’s legendary session players.

Mahan recorded BLAME BOBBY BARE at the Rendering Plant in Nashville with producer Brian Harrison (Shelby Lynne). The songs include performances by celebrated studio musicians like harmonica master P.T. Gazell, who played for years with Johnny Paycheck, and pedal steel guitarist Robby “Man of Steel” Turner, who’s worked with everyone from Waylon Jennings to Frank Sinatra. The familiar voice heard singing background through much of the album is Bekka Bramlett, a solo artist, former member of Fleetwood Mac and daughter of ’70s rockers Delaney and Bonnie Bramlett. Other friends on the record include Aaron Beavers from Shurman, Bryan Owings on Drums (Emmylou Harris, Delbert McClinton, Tony Joe White), and Nashville Superpicker, JD Simo.

They agreed to join Mahan and producer/engineer Brian Harrison (Shelby Lynne) based largely on the strength of songs like “Mama Found My Bong,” “Rehab’s for Quitters” and “Tequila Y Mota,” which mix country and rock in a way that recalls the outlaw country movement of the ’70s. “P.T. indirectly paid me a huge compliment after a recent gig,” Mahan recalls. “He told a couple of the other band members that these songs reminded him what he was doing with Johnny Paycheck back in ’78.”

The warm, natural sound at the heart of Blame Bobby Bare is deliberate, says Mahan, who insisted that the album be recorded with vintage analog gear. Tracked to 24-track, two-inch tape, the music was then mixed and mastered to preserve the music’s natural dynamics (i.e., no brick walling). “I truly believe music sounds better when it ebbs and flows. Much of that’s been lost today where loudness is king, which is why so many albums sound like a shouting match instead of a conversation.”

“Growing up, I remember how stressed out my dad would get from work. But on the weekends, he would cut loose and crank up these great records by Bobby Bare. He would dance around the living room playing air guitar to ‘Tequila Sheila’ and ‘Dropkick Me Jesus Through The Goalposts of Life.’ Those songs made him forget about his troubles and just have a good time. I wanted to tap into that power and make a record that makes people feel good. So if you wonder where I got the inspiration to write the songs on this album, you can Blame Bobby Bare!” - Rich Mahan

As for Bare, Mahan got the chance to meet him and found out Bobby already had two copies of “Blame Bobby Bare.” “That was really a blast” said Mahan, “To find out Bobby Bare already had two copies of my CD before I had the chance to give him one was surreal. Bobby told me he wanted to meet my Dad, and I think we’ll just maybe have to hook that up!”

About the Artist
Guitarist/singer-songwriter Rich Mahan lives in Nashville, where he recorded his solo debut, Blame Bobby Bare in 2012.

He switched from piano to electric guitar in junior high after seeing girls go crazy for a local band playing Rainbow’s “Since You Been Gone” at a talent show. He grew up loving the blues (Freddie, Albert and B.B. King), garage rock (Chocolate Watch Band, The Standells, The Action), and post-British invasion bands (The Jam and Secret Affair), but credits the Grateful Dead with opening his ears to all styles of music, and agrees with his Uncles who told him someday he would love country music.

Over the years, he’s toured and recorded with several groups, playing roots rock with Jam Band Avocado Sundae and co-founding the alt-country band Shurman, which was signed to Vanguard Records in 2004.
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“Blame Bobby Bare” Roots Radio Chart Positions:
#39 on the AMA Chart, #36 AMA Internet Chart
#1 on the RMR Roots Rock Internet Chart
#2 on the 3rd Coast FAR Chart (Debut)
#5 on the Euro Americana Chart
#6 on the Roots 66 Chart
#15 on the RMR Tennessee Chart
#19 on the RMR Roots Country Chart

PRESS QUOTES:

Americana Gazette
“…In the case of Rich Mahan’s Solo Debut; “Blame Bobby Bare” there is no shortage of magic… this just might be the best CD you pick up this year.”

The Alternate Root
“Rich Mahan is a Roots music Buddha whose songs always makes sure the faithful leave with a grin on their respective faces after an encounter with his latest album release, Blame Bobby Bare.”

Music News Nashville
“…Mahan proves himself to be a top-notch singer… but it’s his songwriting that I think is the most appealing aspect of this album. Maybe the best pair of songs on the album are the totally irreverent and politically incorrect “Mama Found My Bong” and “Rehab’s For Quitters.” The above-mentioned cuts showcase Mahan’s genius as a tunesmith…Take a listen to this, you’re going to love it!”

Maverick UK
“Rich Mahan’s solo debut is a pure delight from beginning to end. He’s a damn fine songwriter himself, and his vocal style is totally his very own, ranging from humorous when the song demands it, occasionally deadpan, and quite soulful at others.”

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released January 22, 2013

All Songs Written by Rich Mahan ©2012 Triple Moy Music BMI, except “Put A Little Lovin’ On Me” Written by Bob McDill Polygram Music Publishing

Produced by Brian Harrison & Rich Mahan
Engineered and Mixed by Brian Harrison
Recorded at The Rendering Plant, Nashville, TN
Additional Recording on ‘Math’ and ‘Tequila Y Mota’ by Mike Moody at Magik Mood Studio, Redondo Beach, CA
Mastered by Independent Mastering, Nashville, TN
Photography by Joshua Black Wilkins
Design by Lisa Glines

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Guitarist/singer-songwriter Rich Mahan lives in Nashville, TN.

He credits the Grateful Dead with opening his ears to all styles of music, and agrees with his Uncles who told him he would be sucked in by the tractor beam of country music.

He moved to Nashville in 2010 to make music and join the city’s growing population of Golden State Refugees and eat Prince's Hot Chicken.
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Track Name: Math
Math
© 2008 Rich Mahan

When I was a boy I had a good time at school
Always teasing the girls, and acting the fool
Yeah clowning around was always my favorite thing
Well I just couldn’t wait to hear the school bell ring

One afternoon during Geometry
I got caught passing notes with little Susie McGhee
Teacher asked me to read it for the class
My reply really made a big splash
I was sent to the office when I said with a laugh
It was my understanding there would be no math

I sat down at the principal’s desk
He said I got an F on my attitude test
2 days detention when I said with a laugh
It was my understanding there would be no math

Me and some friends went out to dinner one night
We were laughing and drinking everything was all right
We must have been there for hours, cause we closed the place down
When they brought us the check it really brought the mood down
As we divided it up, I had to say with a laugh
It was my understanding there would be no math

I don’t claim to be a juggler but I am anyway
Seems I juggle more and more things everyday
How did I get so busy where does the time go?
I remember summer days going by so slow
I’ve got too much on my plate and its blocking my path
It was my understanding there would be no math

I could never do the job that the president does
Too many people always fouling your buzz
Does he ever turn to the First Lady and laugh
It was my understanding there would be no math
Track Name: Tequila Y Mota
I left work on Friday, got caught on the freeway
Took an hour and a half to get home
One thing I hate is when I get home late
Slowed down by some pinche cabron

So I called my compadres, come over to my place
Lets see if we can’t tie one on
We pulled down the blender and started a bender
That lasted the whole weekend long

Let’s make this weekend a dive in the deepend
Without any lifeguard in sight
Let’s put to the test a group pledge to fiesta
All day and straight through the night
Singin, “Hey Senorita, una mas margarita”
A double with a shot on the side
Tequila Y Mota Y mas otras cosas
Make Sunday a Saturday night

We must have been having a good time
Cause the police showed up around four
The music was loud and we musta been plowed
Cause they almost knocked down the front door

When they came inside, we scrambled to hide
The stuff cops sometimes lock you up for
They said keep it down, if we come back around
We’ll see the things we just ignored…

We made this weekend a dive in the deepend
Without any lifeguard in sight
We put to the test a group pledge to fiesta
All day and straight through the night
Singin, “Hey Senorita, una mas margarita”
A double with a shot on the side
Tequila Y Mota Y mas otras cosas
Make Sunday a Saturday night
Track Name: Favorite Shirt
Hey it’s good to hear your voice,
I really had a lovely time last night
That party that you threw- no normal do-
It was a stone cold groove alright
Another reason that I’m calling,
I think that I left something over there
It’s my favorite shirt and
I think that I left it over by your easy chair

So anyway… What’s that you say?
You found it on the floor beside your bed?
And you’ve been laying there all morning
With it on your pillow right beside your head?
No I haven’t yet had breakfast and
A home-cooked meal sure sounds like a plan
How soon could I come over?
I’ll be there before the bacon hits the pan

Well she wore my favorite shirt
and nothing else,
It really was a sight to see
To watch her glide across the kitchen
With an omelet, whole wheat toast,
and fresh coffee
I’d only had a sip of coffee and a bite of toast
When she lowered the boom
She said, “That should hold you baby”
As she took my hand and led me to her room

She wore my favorite shirt and nothing else,
It really was a lovely sight to see
As she closed her door, flashed a smile,
& took off my favorite shirt in front of me
Track Name: Money In The Bank
I’ve got the fever for the flavor of a cold red white & blue
& when that cravin hits you know that nothing else will do

Hey hey hey, hey hey hey

But I don’t have to worry cause I just filled up the tank
Cold beer in the fridge is just like money in the bank

Summertime’s for grillin out & treatin your friends nice
Nothin says I love you like a case of beer on ice

Hey hey hey, hey hey hey

I’m comfortable with who I am, I don’t care what you think
Cold beer in the fridge is just like money in the bank

The weather’s getting warmer and my mouth is getting dry
I’m going down to Circle K to kiss my thirst goodbye

Hey hey hey, hey hey hey

6, 12, 18, 30, how much do you drink?
Cold beer in the fridge is just like money in the bank

I’m comfortable with who I am, I don’t care what you think
Cold beer in the fridge is just like money in the bank
Track Name: Mama Found My Bong
I came home from football practice one afternoon
Mama wasn’t talking, I could tell that I was screwed
I walked on back through the rest of the house,
to hang out in my room
In the middle of my bed, was the reason for her bad mood

Mama found my bong
After all the years I had it stashed in there
I’m surprised that it took that long
Now its time to face the music,
but I don’t wanna sing that song
Mama found my bong

The walk back to the kitchen, it was the longest that I ever took
I still remember the way I felt when she shot me that icy look
She threatened that she’d call my coach,
but what chilled me to the bone
Were the seven words that I heard next,
“Just wait till your father gets home.”

Mama found my bong
Well she shed a tear as she shared her fear,
I’d try the harder stuff before long
And as my dad pulled in the driveway,
I did my best to just stand strong
Mama found my bong
Track Name: Overserved in Alabam
Well the bar started rockin’ at midnight
Under a Gulf Coast moon & an old streetlight
Every time I’m there you know it gets this way
We’re drinkin’ all night until the break of day

Overserved in Alabam
From Mobile to Birmingham
I’m not a think as you drunk I am
I’m just overserved in Alabam

I’d get up to leave if I could find the door
Flat on my back at the 5 foot 4
Jagermeister, Rumplemintze, feeling half sick
After 58 cans of PBR at the Nick

Overserved in Alabam
From Mobile to Birmingham
I’m not a think as you drunk I am
I’m just overserved in Alabam
Track Name: The Hills Of South Dakota
On a tour through South Dakota
I was drinking scotch and soda
At a club that we were headlining that night

The barkeep she was flirty
Just a few years over thirty
She had a rose tattoo and smoked those Camel Lights

She kept that liquor flowin’
Her cards were really showin’
When she asked if I could help her in the back

She said she favored indoor sports
She dropped her cutoff shorts
And proceeded with a full frontal attack

You never really leave the hills of South Dakota
They stick with you, a souvenir for life
You can bet when I get back to Arizona
That those hills will cause me trouble with my wife

Well I knew that it was risky
But she was so damn frisky
I just couldn’t keep my mind on nothing else

She was really bein tricksy
When she poured me all that whisky
Cause it got where I just couldn’t help myself

Well I couldn’t escape the notion
That her steadfast devotion
To the carnal arts might be bad for my health

And just a few days later
At a truck stop in Decatur
My worst fears were confirmed below the belt

You never really leave the hills of South Dakota
They stick with you, a souvenir for life
You can bet when I get back to Arizona
That those hills will cause me trouble with my wife
Track Name: Rehab's For Quitters
Rehabs for quitters, only users lose drugs
You can nuke gay whales for Jesus
But nuclear arms don’t give good hugs
Well you gotta believe in something, so let me put a bug in your ear
I believe you should get me another beer

Honk if you’re horny, then tell me how’s my driving
I hope the line you dial is 1-800-keep on riding
They say to love your neighbor, just make sure you don’t get caught
Or the field you plow might become the farm you bought

Rehabs for quitters, only users lose drugs
You can nuke gay whales for Jesus
But nuclear arms don’t give good hugs
Well you gotta believe in something, so let me put a bug in your ear
I believe you should get me another beer

Insanity’s hereditary, you get it from your kids
Well I childproofed my house, but they found a way back in
And if gun control means using both hands, then I guess I am to blame
Cause I miss my wife but I’m trying to improve my aim

Rehabs for quitters, only users lose drugs
You can nuke gay whales for Jesus
But nuclear arms don’t give good hugs
Well you gotta believe in something, so let me put a bug in your ear
I believe you should get me another beer
Track Name: I'll Get Off The Booze
I heard you the 1st time, I heard you the 2nd, 3rd and 4th
I grabbed a 5th, gave the top a twist,
threw it back and I let that liquor pour
It’d be a little slice of heaven if you’d cut me some slack
I’ll get off the booze as soon as you get off my back

You told your girlfriends, you hate the way that we communicate
Yet you forgot to mention,
you get your point across by throwing plates
Flying Cups and Saucers in a midnight sneak attack
I’ll get off the booze as soon as you get off my back

I’ll get off the booze as soon as you get off my back
I’m mixing up a cocktail as you’re planning your attack
Try killing me with kindness and I’ll cut back on the Jack
I’ll get off the booze as soon as you get off my back

Hey now Honey, What you think we’re really fighting for?
Are you mad because you couldn’t change the things I do,
Those things that you abhor…
When you love a man for who he is, he’ll drop that paper sack
I’ll get off the booze as soon as you get off my back

You put down your frying pan I’ll put down my 12 pack
I’ll get off the booze as soon as you get off my back
Track Name: Put A Little Lovin On Me
You’ve got a Paul Newman T-Shirt
Willie Nelson Hat
A Poster of Charlie Daniels Band
And just the other night Honey
We were makin love,
you slipped up, called me Elvis Again

Ringo Starr, didn’t pay for your car
Jim Croce, don’t buy the groceries
Johnny Cash, never took out the trash
You better, put a little lovin on me

You got a Burt Reynolds picture taped over the bed,
He ain’t hardly got nothing on
When I wanna love you and I turn out the lights
You wanna turn the lights right back on.

Ringo Starr, didn’t pay for your car
Jim Croce, don’t buy the groceries
Johnny Cash, never took out the trash
You better, put a little lovin on me