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"Well I’m the man who turned Hank on to heroin. I’m the man who broke Wahoo’s leg. Well I’m the man who taught John Denver how to fly a plane. And I sold shotgun shells to Kurt Cobain."

Though he may be a stranger to your ears, Sweet GA Brown has been slaving away at writing songs for years, and has released nine complete albums and an several EP's since striking out as a solo artist in 2009.  around the third album he began having Dave “Burma Shave” Dowda  sitting in on drums, setting up the live show for a little more flexibility for an occasional boogie. but first and foremost this is a songwriter that focuses on words and melodies as he saws away on his acoustic guitar while whoever else happens to be around plays. This is not a slick artist by any stretch, but just like Dylan back in the day it really doesn’t matter. The audience is tasked to listen with their heart, and whatever imperfections may persist can be taken as character. 

Sweet GA Brown is the real deal when it comes to songwriters—sweating under a blue collar all day to earn the right to sing in swill joints at night. His music emanates from the small town of Ringgold, GA just outside of Chattanooga tn.... that’s the Georgia-Tennessee-Bama region that has seen the rise to other songwriters who like to cut their hard-hitting realism with humor like Roger Alan Wade. 

There’s a lot of Bob Dylan in Brown’s writing in the way he sometimes ambles and makes you think he’s going to lose his train of thought or not be able to pull off the next rhyme, only to prime you for a lyrical sucker punch whose welt remains well after the song is over. There is some Chris Knight in him in the respect of just being a simple guy living a simple life, and the simplicity in how his stories deliver their moral is what sets him apart. And Sweet GA Brown’s spirituality seems to underwrite everything he does, even when on the surface it may not seem as such, like how the opening stanza articulated above is really about how our demons are our undoing, and at every turn life is there to serve them to us on a silver platter.


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The work of Sweet GA Brown is mired in the histories of folk, country and blues but manages to create its own distinct lineage from these familiar sounds. Aided by drummer Dave Dowda, Brown fashions unexpectedly affectionate odes to personal experience and the resulting emotional detritus. There's a deliberate twang and country swing that informs his music, but it's less the design of someone simply imitating a certain sound and more the work of a truly creative individual reimagining the sounds that have given him so much over the years. The songs can be bitter, joyous and sarcastic, but you'll love every minute of them. 

On his latest record, "Weapons," he continues to find the heart and soul within his bucolic country folk ramblings. It's easy to hear the influence of artists like John Prine and Jerry Jeff Walker, but there's a unique musical voice, the sound of a man who has come to terms with his own inspirations and gladly accepts their mantle. His voice casually wanders through these songs of whiskey, weapons and women with an experienced ease that is born from years on the road. Bits of honky-tonk and old-school blues tangle with his melodic country underpinnings, creating a sound that's as old as it is relevant. He could be singing to you from his front porch or from a stadium, and you'd be just as entranced and drawn to his homespun tales of life, heartache and desperation.