Reverend Freakchild

"His reverential leanings are of the psychedelically induced variety with a PhD in Blues Bardology…you sure will have some fun on the journey to wherever the hell it is the Rev. is headed." - NO DEPRESSION: The Journal of Roots Music

The Rumors of the Reverend's Death have been grossly exaggerated...

"Chaos is the inspiration, Country Blues is the music."  So said the elusive Reverend Freakchild before his untimely death.  He is said to have died in 2005, at 33 years of age, only as old asJesus, in a mysterious accident in India, then been cremated on thebanks of the Ganges - a strange Hindu ending for a Buddhist.  But no one really knows.  He's said to have been born and raised in Hawaii and sung in traditional island choirs before traveling the world and finally settling in New York City and singing as a soloist in a gospel choir in Harlem.  They say he made his guitar out of a coffin and another from a cross rescued from a church.  Others say he was studying to be a Native American contrarian Shaman.  At one time he was called New York City's undisputed king of stoner country blues before he found sobriety.  Rev. Freakchild always celebrated the blues with his own take on the tradition.  A little unorthodox and not nearly note for note, but the spirit was all there.  The soul of the lament aching toward a redeeming cure.  Caught perhaps in a tug-of-war between traditional true-religion preaching and the good-time blues music of sexual sinning.  It's a fine line between Saturday night and Sunday morning... 

                 - From the liner notes of Chaos and Country Blues