Down Home Cookin'

05/30/2024

Songwriter Chris Chamness appeared on Down Home Cookin' last February, talked with Kent, and played some great songs. Here's a link to a blog post with an excerpt from the appearance.

11/30/2023

Mark Stoffel is a great part of our musical community in Southern Illinois. This song will be part of Down Home Cookin's Homegrown Playlist Friday.

Mandolinist Mark Stoffel, he of Chris Jones & The Night Drivers, has put together a fun video for his current Mountain Home Music single, Barnyard Funk.

11/17/2023

Down Home Cookin' 1/3 this afternoon on WDBX 91.1 FM and www.wdbx.org. Show starts with "Red Baron" by Billy Cobham. The Home Grown Playlist at 2:00 will include Dan Marsh, Lewis Creek, Ivas John, The Dixie Diesels, Michael Eric, The Bankesters, Tawl Paul, and The Cattails. Turn on. Tune in.

The most direct way to help support WDBX is to make a one-time, or recurring donation to the station. All donations are tax deductible.

10/11/2023

This photo goes with post just below.

07/31/2023

Here's a link to a recording of Rick Droit & Ruth Ann Levinson appearing on WDBX 91.1 fm's Lonesome Roy's a month back. I happened to be subbing for Loy Addington, and got a front row seat. Yeah, man. Loy has live music on the show every Friday. Turn on, Tune in.

Homegrown, the musical duo of Ruth Ann Levinson and Rick Droit, appeared live a month back on Lonesome Roy’s Radio Hoedown, which airs on WDBX FM 91.1 Fridays 11:00 AM to 1 PM. I happened to …

07/10/2023

There's a video below of a magical little scene I sort of stumbled upon. If you enjoy the video, there's another one below taken just a few minutes before this one. I hope you'll check it out, too.
Anyway, here was the situation: Tim Crosby and Doug Anderson had both just finished albums, and they scheduled a release party together on Tres Hombres' patio. The Friday it was supposed to happen, it was a hundred out. The party was set for six, and around five I heard it had been moved inside. About then, the sky in the southeast turned dark and thunderclaps started. By the time my nephew Eric and I were driving to Tres Hombres, rain was falling.
When we got there, the lights were out inside, and unamplified guitars and voices drifted from up front. Tres had lost its power; the room was dark and hot, some people leaving, but Eric and I ordered drinks. In a few minutes the music stopped, and the crowd shrank some more. Our drinks were just about gone when a friend came up and said, "Come on. Doug and Tim are playing on the patio."
Outside, the rain had turned very light. Under a canopy against one wall, Tim and Doug played, and maybe ten people were under there with them. Eric and I joined the group. Everyone was listening, nobody saying a word,Tim and Doug playing straight from the heart. The rain smelled clean, and the intermittent drops sounded small on the canopy. I was thinking not one thought--all of us seemed to be right there, right then. I hardly registered the Harleys and hotrods rumbling beyond the patio's high wooden fence.
I stepped out from under the canopy and recorded the last two songs with my cell phone. I doubt that the recordings capture the magic, but a hint of it might come through, I don't know.

07/06/2023

Tim Crosby and Doug Anderson had both just finished albums, and they scheduled a release party together on Tres Hombres' patio. The Friday it was supposed to happen, the temperature was a hundred. The party was set for six, and around five I heard things had been moved inside. About then, the sky in the southeast turned dark and thunderclaps started. By the time my nephew Eric and I were driving to Tres Hombres, rain was falling.
When we got there, the lights were out inside, and unamplified guitars and voices drifted from the stage up front. Tres had lost its power; the room was dark and hot, some people leaving, but Eric and I ordered drinks at the bar. In a few minutes the music stopped, and the crowd shrank some more. We were just about finished when a friend came up and said, "Come on. Doug and Tim are playing on the patio."
Outside, the rain had turned very light. Under the canopy against the north wall, Tim and Doug played, and maybe ten people were under there with them. Eric and I joined the group. Everyone was listening, nobody saying a word,Tim and Doug playing straight from the heart. The rain smelled clean, and the drops sounded small and intermittent on the canopy. I was thinking not one thought--all of us seemed to be right there, right then. I hardly registered the Harleys and hotrods rumbling beyond the patio's high wooden fence.
I stepped out from under the canopy and recorded the last two songs with my cell phone. I doubt that the recordings can capture the magic, but a hint of it might come through, I don't know.