Breadfoot
breadfoot was spawn of the east river delta and dragged headlong across the dirty south. he digs strong black coffee and favors redwing boots. he’s inclined to take his whiskey neat and his eggs are always sunny side up with tobasco.
regarding his music, breadfoot’ll go on to tell ya that he is just a flat picker trying to make the right noises at the right time. he says he’s often accused of playing delta style, but then he adds, “there are those folks who tell you that my music goes beyond the delta. and recalls to mind the american primitive guitar work of the late, great john fahey.”
breadfoot live is just as much a soda pop and a game of checkers at the general store, as he is a cold beer on the stoop. a lot of talking. a fair amount of nonsense. and every now and then he might figure to shut up long enough to pick a tune.
