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Chad Cochran #1701

I first got to know Chad Cochran, known online as CowtownChad, through the defunct Twitter event, Couch By Couchwest. Cochran’s photographs and mixed media art featuring haunting landscapes and abandoned buildings held titles from songs by musicians featured on our show. Through the magic of social media, we became friends and hung out at AmericanaFest in Nashville one year, and then he came down to South Carolina to cover the Country Fried Rock 4th-ish Anniversary party, where Caleb Caudle played in our rural school house, a magical, slightly decrepit place that is made for singing.

At the urging of Lydia Loveless, Cochran has expanded his photography to include concert shots, with a specialty for stage images and raw portraits. In this podcast, we talk about many of the bands he has “shot” recently (Charles Bradley, Old 97s, John Moreland, etc.) and festivals from Nelsonville to High Water. I also put him on the spot about a “wish project” that I hope he accomplishes, with your help.

Lydia Loveless

It’s been just over two years since the release of Lydia Loveless’s beloved punk-infused country (or is it country-infused punk?) album Indestructible Machine, which yielded critical acclaim and launched her into a wildly successful international touring career. Lydia just released her first set of new music since then.

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Listen to “Boy Crazy” here Click the little grey button right here to listen. [sc_embed_player fileurl=”https://countryfriedrock.org//wp-content/uploads/2013/11/Lydia_Loveless_-_Boy_Crazy_EP_-_Boy_Crazy.mp3″]

Building up to the release of her forthcoming, highly anticipated full-length album in 2014, Boy Crazy is a five-song EP that marks the re-opening of Lydia’s creative floodgates. The result is a collection of sun-washed, rebel-powered pop songs presenting a conversation about judgment and loss of innocence, as one transitions from good old American naivete to you-should-know-better “wisdom.” These five songs see Lydia and her band roping in their signature twangy, pedal-steel-laden rock beat-em-ups and tying them tightly with the crisp Southern air of Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers’ Damn the Torpedoes and the snarling-but-sweet delivery of Juliana Hatfield’s heyday. It’s a summer set that arrives a little tardy this year, just in time to prolong those long, buzz-chasing July days when you hang out where you know you aren’t supposed to. This time, you just don’t care about getting caught. (from the press materials)