I didn’t expect a write up in the paper! But here it is. The Austin Chronicle’s Doug Freeman selected my SXSW showcase as one to check out. Click on the image to see all my upcoming shows:

David Longoria is recommended by the Austin Chronicle

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SXSW – Self by Selfie Promotion

IT’S that time of the year again.  I’ve already stepped into Robert Duvall world, brushed shoulders with Billy Joe Shaver, who also just happened to be walking through Robert Duvall world. I shook hands with a TV actress. I don’t know her name or her face, so maybe that’s not worth mentioning. Yes spring is nearly here, and spring break is definitely here. The moon is nearly new, and I’m playing shows for SXSW  (Please let me note here that I have an OFFICIAL SXSW show at Stephen F’s Terrace Bar). Grant MF Cross was kind and energetic enough to make a flyer for my many incarnations. He said it’s not a flyer for random passersby to see on a street pole, but a piece of art that I’ll share directly with you. So, here’s a flyer announcing my SHOWS:
Longriver David Longoria of the black sxsw flyer
that’s IT!   I hope to see each and every one of you.  This post would not be complete without a selfie portrait of the artist at his studio:
David Longoria at Nelray studios
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South Texas Triangle Revisited

Recently I was able to hop into a borrowed car and embark on a trip that I call the South Texas Triangle Tour.  In your mind you can see a detailed image of Texas. You can see the three points of the South Texas Triangle: Laredo, Corpus Christi, and San Antonio. Right now you may hear somebody from the valley shouting, “That’s not south Texas!” No matter. As Texans most of us will agree that San Antonio is the gateway to South Texas. Questions may be raised as to what South, West, East or North Texas are. There are always contentions. Why is Houston not considered East Texas? Looking at a map it is clearly in the easternmost section of Texas. Why, if you’re from Houston, do you not say you’re from east Texas? You do not. You just say that you’re from Houston, which is where I’m from. All that aside, There are other South Texas Triangles, but this is the South Texas Triangle that me and my friend Brad perambulated. We only walked part of the way of course. Though the truest purpose of this mission is still unknown to me, I can share with you the truer purpose of this tour: music. There are other purposes that emerged for myself and others including untrue, hypertrue, extratrue purposes. One purpose of this tour is me, David Longoria. That’s my family lineage. I have other names including Longriver, David del Norte, Bruce, and David of the Black. Other stories surrounding this journey will be told and published and dialed in on radios and telephone lines, but I will share the most surface accounts of what happened, the most physical and mundane…journalistic in the most basic sense of the word.  In fact, nothing really happened. So, for those of you who like grand fireworks displays or even exciting facebook likes and notifications, now is the time to click elsewhere, or get back to your reheated dish waiting for you on the stove or microwave oven. For you who are interested in unfinished sketches, impressions, and elementary sharing, please, read on.

Hot Wells - Longriver - South Texas Triangle

Hot Wells – View of the courtyard from the second floor of the main building

So, we followed the I-35 corridor south to it’s end: the bordertown of Laredo Texas. We left the contraband in the earth to be safe from all who patrol. After crossing 4 major rivers, hundreds of torrents and a few tortillas stuffed with the raw deal, we arrived at the SecondChance record store in Laredo. Before I could make a find in the bins, this young Mexican guy with shaggy hear wearing tight slacks and a members only jacket got dibs on a mint Van Morrison Astral Weeks, Captain Beefheart’s Safe as Milk, and a good copy of Prince’s Dirty Mind, all in a stack of about 20 records. I gave up and chose to look at the cassettes before setting up my gear in the outdoor room, a long train car. I picked, strummed, sang. I noticed a young lady, her eyes closed in meditation listening to the sermon of the thumb. The index and middle fingers ushering unknown parishioners inside to sit at pews of oak. Dr. Brad kept court with Vivekananda (Rodrigo at Times) between music sets talking about Nietzsche and horses and madness. I closed my eyes and saw the Empty Orchestras. We drove down past the brightly lit international bridge, into the town plaza…old church built in 1755. Through the mist you could almost see Fred C. Dobbs with his weathered fedora smoking a cigarrette on the park bench before going to beg money for a meal. We stopped into an old building where poets were participating in impassioned recitations. The poets had swapped poems and were reading each other’s poems. Visions of a post apocalyptic snow covered New York City, embryonic love affairs, border town run-ins, skinny jean college marijuana joints. I helped myself to the deli tray with pan dulce and ham sandwiches. I picked, strummed, sang. Girl with blowtorch heart says she loves my voice.

Next morning Brad and I walked over to Paulita’s, a small old restaurant with a few booths and tables, and had a Mexican breakfast with homemade tortillas. A hearty breakfast for the drive to Corpus. Luckily the earth accepts all illegal things without judgement, because just west of Alice I got stopped for going 6 miles over the speed limit. A State trooper, a Mexican kid, probably not much older than 22, gave me a warning. I was enthusiastic and friendly and our stories were straight. Even the border patrol stopped us. They all ask us where we came from, where we’re going, why we’re going there. But the dogs, more importantly, didn’t question us.

First stop when we got to Corpus was North Beach, later we were told that this beach is not the beach to go to for the best vibes. Seagulls stand on one leg sometimes, the shoreline is beautiful when you look alongside it, the battleship is monolithic, the motels look dingy. We sat at Coffee Waves Shop for a couple of hours drinking espresso, then took naps in the car. We finished off the day with a sunset picnic under a pink and purple sky on a staired seawall overlooking the ocean. The cadential waves insisting on something else, not quite sure.  On the way to the show we stopped and had a moment at the Selena memorial by the water, Como La Flor, Amor Prohibido, Baila Esta Cumbia. We arrive at NASA: Rene Sandoval hometown tastemaker, Nic Fair diminished chord mystic, Shayna Sands hourglass blues pop. I picked and strummed and sang. The NASA listens to No Time at All, sees me see the river, knows i am a crazy son.

Longriver - South Texas Triangle

Earthly Temporal Beings At the Selena Memorial

Then there’s the afterparty where Dr. B and Michael the printer converse. She’s read Moby Dick five times and gives Brad an official creative license; It’s pink and the size of a business card. He immediately fills it out and places it in his wallet*  The next morning we go with the Astorian theatre troupe, Persona Non Grata, to La Chapala for another Mexican breakfast. Ryan and Cassie take us to Mustang  Island and we swim at the beach. I follow Ryan three sandbars out, the water gets deep, then shallow, then deep again. Ahhh! What a treat to swim in December in Texas. Riley the dog digs in the sand to nowhere.  We bid farewell and take the SPID (South Padre Island Drive) to San Antonio. Meet up with my parents who have been having a retirees day on the riverwalk. We shower in their hotel room and we’re off to the Wolverton House where Hills Snyder is a co-proprietor. Hills Snyder’s Book of the Dead is something to behold. Actually it’s nothing to behold. It beholds you. Hills is awesome, a capital A artist, whatever that means.  We meet up with Jesse and Sarah la Puerta. We eat at the interior Mexican restaurant.  Back at the house, Boone Graham plays and I feel like a child. I am smiling. The news is there’s little baby worms hugging on carrot seeds. Then I pick, strum, sing.  We sell tapes and finish up the bottle of Tequila. There’s dancing by the piano. I play a little boogie.

We end up at the abandoned Hot Wells by the San Antonio river.  Justin Parr feeds us 2 am fajitas and we drink whiskey in glassblown vessels in his outdoor kitchen by his traincar home.  We set up camp in the second floor of the old ruins. The old resort had its hey day at the turn of the century…corsetts, horse and buggy, parlor guitars. In the 1980’s the Rolling Stones had a party in the baths…red corvettes, stilleto heels, dancehall reggae.  The ruins are haunted by playful ghosts.  While sleeping on the old dance floor, the night wind plays the reeds and you can feel a shadowy brushing of your shoulder.  We wake in the morning, bid farewell to the San Antonio river and grab an egg sandwich and an espresso from the coffee shop.

So, there’s my reading of this South Texas Triangle tour.  If you’ve heard the now unavailable cassette release “I See the River” that is another reading of this small Journey. Bradley Ray King still yet has another reading of the South Texas Triangle. Perhaps I can only tell a fingernails worth of the story. It’s maybe the absence of what I left out that you can feel. I’ve been on long trips with bands and spent weeks alone in the mountains. Days reliably coming and going. But there’s something about the threes, the triangles. It’s in the triad of picking, strumming, singing where the story is told. Maybe you can get at it from there. I do hear myself talking, and I can read these words as well. I feel something as you are reading this, but maybe the telling is for someone else. I can only say that if you are now reading this you have some trust in something.  I know it’s mere moments later and a few paragraphs of reading, but either way, it’s you who I consider my brother and sister.  If you skipped it all and are just reading this sentence only, then by sheer magic we are together again.

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Highway Hearts

Tony Presley of Real Live Tigers asks me a few questions for Highway Hearts.  Follow the link.

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Sold Out of Cassettes

I’ve sold out of the I See The River cassettes.  From the responses I’ve received, it seems clear to me that the album’s destiny is one of reissue on cassette vinyl, however that is now up to the forces behind the appearances.  warmly, DL

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I See The River Cassette

Here it is, friends. My cassette release: I See The River. I made 84 copies and now I have 10 left. I will sell up to 5 here at 7.25 postage paid. 30 minutes of music. I hope all is well with you.
David Longoria - I See The River

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South Texas Triangle Cassette Tour

Alright. All the balls are in the air, but they are set to come down with a bounce. I’ve got three shows booked for what I’ll call the South Texas Triangle Tour. Inside this triangle is a relatively unpopulated portion of Texas. Even if you are curious enough to zoom in, you’ll find only a small town or two. It’s all south Texas plains, brush country and some hill country…Open Spaces. But on the points of this Triangle are vibrant centers of human activity. Laredo, San Antonio, and Corpus Christi. Here is an illustration of what all this looks like:
David Longoria South Texas Triangle Tour
In Laredo, The Empty Orchestras are in the process of securing a venue. I’ll be playing with Boone Graham of Boonesboro at Wolverton Home Concerts. In Corpus Christi I’ll be playing NASA (formerly Studio B) with Rene Sandoval.
This tour is inspired by a very limited cassette that I’m recording. This is music that I’ve been working on over the past few months that may or may not be officially released on a studio Vinyl LP. I will make more than 50, but less than 100. I’m focusing on pure sharing of a tiny physical thing. These are home recordings, so they’re meant for the cassette deck in your truck or maybe the boombox you have in your kitchen. I’m not done yet, but I intend to complete the recording, mastering and production in the duration of this turkey stuffed month! I may book an Austin homecoming show that Sunday, Dec. 14th, but that’s still in the works. So, the triangle could be totally different. Anyway. That’s all for now.

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Patsy’s…Sister Kate…Ranch

Dear friends, I’m writing to let you know of a few things. I’m playing at Patsy’s this Wednesday the 27th with Amy Hawthorne. We’ll play mostly songs from The Black and a few covers sprinkled in. A note about Patsy’s: I always have fun. It’s weird in a good way. With the jackrabbit, western, and cowgirl art and spotlights, on the outskirts of my life, slightly intoxicated, there are moments when it feels like I’m on a David Lynch set – a left turn where you usually take a right. Come to this one. It’s a good time and they sell good drinks. I recommend the veggie enchiladas.David Longoria Patsys Cafe
I’m also playing a ranch show friday around 9pm which is not listed here. If you want to go, send me a message, and I’ll shoot you the directions. It’s in Blanco, Texas and it’s recommended you camp overnight. RF Shannon, Jesse Woods, Dana Falconberry, Sleep Good are playing.
…also I’m planning for a limited edition cassette release in October. I’ll say more later.
…and here’s a little video of me jamming Sister Kate

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Show Flyers

molybden re-release

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Phantom Ladies

So, 2 things. 1.) I’m playing a show that I’m looking forward to at Holy Mountain (617 E 7th Street, ATX) with El Campo and Sweet Ghosts this Thursday night. Doors open at 9pm and I’ll probably play at 9:30 or so. See you there. and2.) I just read a gripping article on Geeshie Wiley and Elvie Thomas, two female blues singers who recorded in 1930. Until recently there was almost no information on these women…there was some vague second order knowledge of their relations and where they were from. They recorded some of the most compelling music I’ve heard. They’ve always been thrown into the category of Delta blues originating in the Delta of Mississippi, but this misses the mark by some state lines. One of their songs “Last Kind Words Blues” was featured in a strange montage in Terry Zwiggoff’s movie “Crumb”…this scene added more logs to the mysterious fire. There is a story that I won’t say more about. Read the article and see some video supplements featured in that rag, the NY Times: X

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