His style is a singular literally and musically. He is a man on a stage with a drum kit, a cymbal which was found in the garbage can, and a guitar which serves as an extension of himself. The sound, bluegrass, as he describes it, easily fills the room. Personally I think his music is much more country as there is a gravity about it often not found in bluegrass music. Either way, it's just good. Musically his sound is a spit-on-your-shoes insult to sythesizers, autotune, Pro Tools, and the countless techno-nonsense which pervades "musicians" today. He laconically sets up his minimalist kit and goes about his business. His music, his style, his entire lack of fan fare, would make our grandfather's proud.
Michael Daves music stands for a brand of masculinity that has been lost. It is a brand that is unvarnished, uncompromised, non-pretending, untouched by anything unsacred. It is a message that while, may be a given in certain rural societies, it certainly has great value in an urban setting, an land of greys in dire need of the black and white, painfully looking for clarity. Tonight the faithful have come to hear reminders of a code of manhood that is more and more often forgotten. Not the ubiquitous message of commercialized gangster hip-hop music which proclaims that women are bitches and whores and should not be respected, but offers nothing for it's male audience in it's part of the coital dance.
Buy Michael Daves' CD. Buy it not because you want it. Buy it because you need it. Buy it because it's great. Buy it because your grandfather would. But most of all, buy it because it may very well save your soul.
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Hear an Interview with Michael Daves below:
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