Songs of Glorified Dispair
font face='century gothic' My name is L. J. Henry. They call me "Geronimo". My grandfather knew the great Apache medicine man. They held him as a prisoner of war for a full quarter of his life you know. In 1899 he was held at the "Jefferson barracks" near Mobile, that's where Grandpa Henry met him, and that's where I got the name "Geronimo". I have been playing and singing country music for 50 years. Over those years I have, however informally rubbed elbows with a myriad of the great, near great and ingrate, of the music and entertainment world. I ran the best Guitar store in New York! Matt Umanov Guitars. Down in Greenwich Village. It was there that I got the opportunity to meet the big shots. From Sinatra to Johnny Cash to Paul Butterfield and Jaco Pastorius. Jaco was a pal of mine, I could have saved him if I had been there, I know I could have. I served in Vietnam in the 60's, I missed the entire era because of the war, lost a pal or two there. My last job in the Navy was "Armed Forces Police" in Brooklyn. I arrested kids who joined the service, and then just decided they did not like it and just went home, the Navy frowns on that. I also meet "Greta Garbo" there, not in the Navy, in New York. And she spoke to me. I meet Sinatra too, in our mutual bakery "Zito" I wrote a couple of songs with the great Shel Silverstein, he saved my life once, literally. Short story, remind me and I'll tell you someday. I play my own songs almost exclusively these days although I do know the words to a lot of songs, other peoples, songs. I am a member of the Ray Price Fan Club. I taught knife and axe throwing and knife fighting for years at my place here in Houston. I am a shameless self promoter, shameless. "Dr. John" and Shawn Colvin played sang on my first demo in n.y.c 25 plus years ago. They'll remember, I almost cost her, her job by getting her back late to work after. I worked for the mob, no! No! Wait, I mean I was a chauffer to an older Italian gent for a time, who happened to be in the jukebox business and the laundry business and restaurant business, and your business. I come from Alabama, what does that look like on my knee? Yes! It is a Banjo! I once had a great band "L.J. Henry and the Pistolleros" I did them dirt, and they don't speak to me for years now, oh well, 'Es la vida" Good men all and I wish I could make it up to them some day, maybe in the next life. I would apologize, but I take John Wayne's advice and "Never apologize, it's a sign of weakness" and Winston Churchill's "Never give up, never give up, never,never, never give up." I have been in Texas now for 20 years by way of a year in a Mexican jail. We had a great joint on "Isla Mujeres" off the coast of Cancun, "Bad Bones Café" Ran a few loads of guns to the Zapatista rebels, that's where I meet my wife, she was one of them. I have been playing around, no! That's not what I meant baby! Playing music that is. Teaching guitar and banjo in the Houston area and finally got enough cash to make this record, damn! I said record, I also remember 8 tracks too, and even wire recorders. The songs herein are all my own except a couple of traditional ones. My stories are country stories. Murder, hate, love lost, prison, pain, mamma, demons, divorce, drinkin', patriotism, honor, loyalty, daddy and of course, drinkin'. Did I mention drinkin'? I forgot, I must have been...well. Johnny cash said "Mamma songs are always good in country music" in short, these are my "SONGS OF GLORIFIED DISPAIR" And yes I know despair is misspelled, and that's country too. I am, and will remain, one hundred and seventy-five pounds of rompin' stompin' Guitar pickin' hell! They call me Geronimo, thanks for listening.