Amy Ray and Her Band

Cat's Cradle Presents

Amy Ray and Her Band

Heather McEntire

Wed Oct 24

Doors: 7:00 pm / Show: 8:00 pm

$20

This event is all ages

Amy Ray and Her Band
Amy Ray and Her Band
For over 30 years, Amy Ray has been renowned as one half of the Grammy-award winning folk duo Indigo Girls. She is also a community activist and has had an indie label, Daemon Records since 1989. With her debut solo album, Stag (2001), Ray turned in her acoustic for an electric and delivered a critically acclaimed album that showed her love of punk and rock. Since then, she has released five more solo rock albums; Prom, Didn’t It Feel Kinder, Live from Knoxville, Lung of Love, and MVP Live. Her first foray into country music came with her traditional country / Americana release, Goodnight Tender in 2014. She followed up with the release, The Tender Hour in 2015, a live recording of her country and rock exploits from The Triple Door, in Seattle.

In 2015, Indigo Girls released One Lost Day. In June 2018, they will release Indigo Girls Live With the University of Colorado Symphony Orchestra and will be recording a new album in January of 2019 in the U.K.

Amy Ray and her band's new solo country album, Holler will be released in September 2018. It was recorded live to tape at her mainstay Echo Mountain Studio in Asheville, NC, with the added power and swagger of horns and strings that harken back to the country music of the late 60's. Holler features special guests: Alison Brown on banjo, Kofi Burbridge on keys, Derek Trucks, Vince Gill, Brandi Carlile, The Wood Brothers, Justin Vernon,Lucy Wainwright Roche and Phil Cook on harmonies. Amy and her band will be hitting the road throughout the Fall of 2018 and beyond.
Heather McEntire
Heather McEntire
I came from people with machine grease on their hands. Dirt under their nails. The Bible by their bedsides. Cornmeal and buttermilk. People who need a porch to think, a red dirt row to get lost in, a revival to hunger for. But there are things that even a long, soft drawl can’t cover up. There are things you keep from even yourself.

In music, there are no rules. You make your own language. You can be both the Southern rock outlier and the twangy gospel conduit. You can be both the cherubic, honey-tongued innocent and the ardent punk. To get here—to find my lion heart—I had to become them all.

So I sank my teeth into Appalachia. I twisted toward the sky and let the sun blind me. I bought saltines from the dollar store. I shook dust off the hymnal. I set the silo on fire. I hemmed my lover’s dress. I pried white quartz from river banks and ridges. Wheeled them up the hill, barrow after barrow, in a fever. I had to mine for the truth.