Califorlornia EP

JOHN MURRY ANNOUNCES NEW 4 TRACK E.P. RELEASE

 

 

“Califorlornia” released digitally and on limited edition 10” vinyl on June 16th

 

John Murry is set to release his first new music since the internationally acclaimed “The Graceless Age”.
 
Recorded in Oakland and Australia, “Califorlornia” (“it could have been called“Misseryssippi” quoth the artist) features four new songs. “Glass Slipper” and “Golden State” were co-written with Chuck Prophet, and also feature the former Green On Red maven on guitar. “Genius” is a cover of a Warren Zevon and Larry Klein song, and “Timmy” is a touching tribute to John’s mentor and producer Tim Mooney, who passed away in 2012.
 
“Califorlornia” will be released on 10” vinyl on Rubyworks, and limited to just 1,000 copies. It will be also available on iTunes and other digital platforms.

Mojo Track Premiere: John Murry – Glass Slipper


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 Dennis Cook on “Califorlornia” …

Life is Hard. With few exceptions, that’s how most people experience the days allotted them, and there are really only two approaches to this sad, sorry truth – defeat and a long, crushing slog towards the abyss or a scrappy, bruised knuckle will to live. Oh sure, there’s also denial and all manner of stupors one can knock their head into, but it’s the fighters, the ones who see it as it is and keep getting up and going at it, that inspire us. John Murry wears the mantle of working class hero poorly but it suits him, his big, battered lover’s heart leading the way into battle, his eyes clear and fists clenched even though he knows in his marrow that the war ain’t ever over ’til it’s won, and who the hell knows when Victory Day will arrive, if it ever does?

…one must cry out, “I don’t wanna live! I don’t wanna die!” and then pour everything in them into making that cracked non-denominational prayer into a breathing reality…

What you will hold in your hands, these four sumptuously rough-hewn gems, is kin to what Springsteen discovered on the dark edge of town, what Johnny Cash understood as the scythe swung near, what Warren Zevon knew in his cantankerous bones – i.e. that one must cry out, “I don’t wanna live! I don’t wanna die!” and then pour everything in them into making that cracked non-denominational prayer into a breathing reality. It seems simple enough but the barriers to molding such an existence are many, not least the trapdoors and barbed snares that abound in our minds. After embracing corrosive despair, Murry returns – scarred and scared, as a man should be after the roads he’s walked – to carve a path through the nightmare blues, knowing how love can torture an orphan one but still holding it as a torch against the shadows, warmth for those willing and able to come close, certain some light is better than no light, knowing we might not get it right but we’ll get it done just the same.