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Schwervon! Live: Saturday May 5 “Wussy” Album Release Show @ The Woodword Theater (Cincinnati, OH)

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Wussy formed spontaneously in 2001 when Cincinnati, Ohio stonemason Chuck Cleaver (Ass Ponys) and Lisa Walker (The Magic Words) began playing together as a result of a dare and a shot or two of Jaegermeister. Cleaver had been recently inspired after a run of Ass Ponys U.S. tour dates with friends The Handsome Family, which renewed his long-held love of iconic rock and folk duos. Walker and Cleaver’s first performance, though totally unplanned, went without incident. Mark Messerly was recruited on bass shortly thereafter, with Joe Klug on drums and John Erhardt on pedal steel in the years following. The band have become cult favorites of fans and critics alike, both for their songwriting and varied sonic palette, often drawing comparisons to admitted heroes Television, John Prine, Velvets, Crazy Horse and Yo La Tengo. Co-bandleaders Walker and Cleaver share songwriting and guitar duties, swapping lead vocals and arguing in harmony, with each side of the story sung either in tandem or as traded verses.

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Schwervon! Spring Fever Tour 2014: The Last 5 Days (in pictures)

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Show Poem: 3-8-14 @ Listing Loon (Cincinnati, OH w/ Wussy Duo)

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I woke up this morning and briefly forgot where I was.
Depending on one’s state of mind it can be a little alarming or kind of liberating experience.
I heard somewhere that it takes the average person 3 days of sleeping in the same place to fully maximize the rest potential for one night of sleep.
It’s a good thing I’m  not an average person.
Today I woke up on a cold couch in front of a modern Japanese tapestry covered in portraits of shy looking kittens some of which appeared to be beating themselves in the head with tiny hammers.
I imagined them sounding something like this:
Meow, Ow!
Meow, Ow!
Meow, Ow!
I was considering how these cats could be an apt metaphor for my life as a musician.
Tonight, I saw a woman in a restaurant who looked much older than her voice.
She had gray hair and glasses but when I heard her speak she said, “I’d like totally be into that. Yeah, super cool.”
It was weird at first but then after a while I thought it was kinda cool.
I hope I’m like that when I get old.