Breaking Southwest
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After one too many of my special “still awaiting patent so I can’t tell you the name” drinks at the airport in Denver, I along with a newly made friend were informed by the men in blue that we were not allowed to fly.
Bummer.
Ms. Snow Bunny was okay with that. She could get a suite and stay another day living the high life. Though she extended an invitation to me, I had to decline; this Texas
I took a taxi from the airport to a little restaurant I passed earlier to grab an Elk Burger and think of an alternate mode of transportation home. As I enjoyed the tasty regional meal, I looked out the window and admired the tour bus in the parking lot. Yep, it belonged to a traveling company that performed musical theatre. It had been 15 years since I’d last traveled on a luxury bus, but 5 if you include me just sitting in one doing an interview with King’s X.
“Do you like what you see?” a voice from behind me asked. I turned around and there stood a tall, beautiful woman with black spiral curled hair, smiling at yours truly. Apparently she was with this traveling group of thespians.
“I do now,” I answered in between bites. I went on to inform the Medusa beauty how I had been traveling, was booted from a plane and trying to make it back home to the Great State of Texas.
“Well, you’re in luck, Cowboy,” she replied, and told me that’s where her company was headed. The only bad news was that she couldn’t get me straight home. Dallas
Who was I to complain about that, especially with her keeping me company? I took one more bite of my Elk before dropping it on the plate, grabbed my luggage and followed my new blacktop road warrior to the bus.
After meeting and greeting several more people in the troupe, I quickly forgot the names and climbed into the bunk they were gracious enough to bless me with. It would have been nice to have Miss Medusa Sexy Eyes join me, but she and her cast mates were going to rehearse some songs for their theatre musical. It had something to do with Spam…
That was fine. I was in no position to say what these people were gonna do on their bus; jobs are jobs and it never hurts to be good at what you do, whatever that may be. I was tired and needed a little rest, so I pulled my little curtain closed and nestled in the mobile bedroom. Aching for sounds of home, I pulled out my trusty mp3 player and found the music I craved in Breaking Southwest.
Combining rock music roots and tuning them up with a contemporary country music sound is what Breaking Southwest is all about. Based out of the Dallas area, Breaking Southwest was formed a little over a year ago by friends singer/guitarist Kent Bell and guitarist Kyle Gaston performing acoustically.
“Kent and I randomly moved in together through a mutual friend. We knew nothing about each other,” Gaston explains. “We started playing together in January of 2010, initially we would just play cover songs, then Kent and I pulled out our big notebook of songs and started collaborating on songs together.”
With both men coming from two different musical backgrounds was the perfect element to fuse their playing and writing to their songwriting and style.
“Myself, growing up in the rock scene for years shaped the way that I write and played songs,” Gaston continues. “Kent
By December 2010, Bell
Spin is a well crafted amalgamation of fresh modern country music. Now, when it comes to country music, the spectrum is wide, and I am happy to say that this debut from Breaking Southwest comes from the State of Country Music—Texas. There’s just something about the country music (or any music for that matter) that is born from the Lone Star State
The main factor that makes Spin a successful CD of good music is that it was made with heart and feelings that came from two separate areas but found a home on a chance meeting. It’s packed with lyrics and music that people can relate to from everyday things, both big and little. And sometimes that’s what always gets overlooked: the little things. It’s the captured funny moment from good times past, the lonely sound of a heartbeat broken out of love, and that ethereal, floating feeling if a right decision was made in a tough situation; examples of such things are best displayed on the songs Southwestern Girl, Party Til Sunday, Shoulda Been Listenin’, and Exits and On Ramp. That’s what makes the spark. Spin is the appropriate title for the mix of music.
It was morning when Sexy Eyes woke me up from sleep. We had arrived in Dallas
After crawling out of my mini mobile bed, I thanked each cast member for their hospitality as Sexy Eyes escorted me off the bus and into the outside world. Not wanting me to leave empty handed as we said our final goodbye, she handed me the tickets for the show regardless, a can of Spam with Knights on it, and a kiss. I accepted, and in return gave her a Franklin
Joined by her fellow thespians, they all waved out the window as they pulled away for their theatre destination. It would have been nice to see her perform along with the rest of the gang, but I was already two weeks late returning to my job and the surprises it had awaiting for me. I started my walk through town, looking for a place to rent a car, walking would take too long to get back home. Once again I turned on my mp3 player, ready to hear the music that welcomed me back to Texas
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