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Corwin Bolt and the Wingnuts are a four-piece band playing Old-time, New-time, Ragtime, Bluetime. Country-blues, country-gold. with Corwin on the resomatic guitar, the upstanding Josh Britton on the standup bass, Jeremy Sher, fiddler extraordinaire, and Tim ‘Slim’ Long, Washboard Wizard.

CD Review: Corwin Bolt and the Wingnuts: Screwloose   “Listening to Corwin Bolt and the Wingnuts latest release, Screwloose, is like tuning-in to a haunting AM radio station on a summer night where the grass is blue and you are happy lost on the backroads of a 1930s Appalachian Dream. Bob Wills, Hank Williams and Stephen Foster are conjured forth. Bolt’s voice aches and moans with his resonating steel guitar like a strange attractor, owl-wing flutter towards a Blood Moon, at once comfortable and unsettling in its authenticity and rawness. Josh Britton’s slapping bass and Tim Long’s percussive tapping raising up the ghosts of Johnny Cash’s Tennessee Two: somewhere Marshall Grant is smiling. Dancing over it all, like musical lightning melting is Jeremy Sher’s sweet sweet fiddle playing. Every track on the album is fine, a cauldron of inventive original themes such as Made of Metal and Mile After Mile mixed with traditionals that reach out from the depths of the the collective American unconscious. The Gillian Welch song, Winters Come and Gone is given a new and remarkable reading as the involuted elements of the song are turned outwards into the willful convictions of the traditional John Henry. Likewise, the Stephen Foster tune, Angeline the Baker is fused with the dark energy of the fiddle reel, Soldier’s Joy. Corwin Bolt and the Wingnuts perform a New-Time Music, dressing the bones of Old-Time Music in a fresh and mysterious skin; creating a thing of beauty, harmony and sorrowful joy.”

Scot Casey


Corwin Bolt, Calapooia Brewing, 140 NE Hill St., Albany. 8 p.m.
“Corwin Bolt is one of Eugene’s more intriguing and enjoyable Americana acts, so getting to see him and the boys for free is a treat and a half. You know, when you write a column like this one for long enough, you start to wonder if there even is anyone out there reading. Have they kept count of how many times I’ve described something as a treat? Did I need to try and mix things up by adding “and a half” on the end of it this time? Am I getting everything I can out of this life? These are just the kind of deep thoughts a person could think while enjoying a reasonably priced beer at this awesome show. And then I would close out with some pun based on the name Bolt. Maybe something like, “You’ll need to bolt yourself to your chair to keep from dancing!” Yes, I know I’m a terrible person who is going to hell.”

-Corvallis Advocate