The Ben Rose Wedding Band | Cowtown

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Cowtown

by The Ben Rose Wedding Band

It's said that you can either love a woman or know her; if the same is true of a city, then Ben knows Cowtown. Like a letter to a long lost girlfriend, the album is sweet and bitter, full of affection, humour and the perspective you lacked at the time.
Genre: Folk: Folk Pop
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1. Everybody's Talkin'
3:34 album only
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2. Four Strong Winds
3:51 album only
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3. Cowtown's a Small Town
3:15 album only
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4. Either You Have It Or You Don't
2:52 album only
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5. Armageddon
2:31 album only
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6. No Mad Soul
3:19 album only
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7. Too Bad for Me
2:49 album only
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8. I Cannot Help You
2:17 album only
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9. Cowtown
3:13 album only
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10. Always Look on the Bright Side of Life
2:25 album only
Downloads are available as MP3-320 files.

ABOUT THIS ALBUM


Album Notes
I was born in the city of Queens. In Regina everyone I ever met was either born there or moved there to be with someone they fell in love with. I'm sure somebody flew in for an actual job once but I never met them.

In Cowtown, on the other hand, I never met anyone who came for love. It has to happen all the time in a city of a million and counting... or does it?

The truth is that every last one of us came for the money or at best to be with someone who came for the money. Easy money. So easy you can quit your job in the morning and have a better one before lunch.

But I never wanted to make money. I wanted to make beauty. It always seemed to me that the forces for profit were at war with beauty and beauty had no army to defend her. I'd like to say that I stayed because Cowtown is the front line in that war. It's the place that needs beauty the most and it's the ultimate testing ground. I'd like to convince you that I had a noble reason for still being here, but the truth is that instead of leaving I got high.

And then there's the money. Weed costs money. Beer costs money. Taking a pretty girl out to a nice Italian restaurant and getting her knocked up costs money. But Cowtown has so much money that a lazy, antisocial jerk like me can still find the means to breed with a classy chick and move her into a nice neighborhood. All this just for singing Johnny Cash and Great Big Sea tunes.

It's ridiculous for me with my beautiful girlfriend, beautiful baby and beautiful house to complain that Cowtown only cares about money. Didn’t money-loving Cowtown pay for all my beauty?

Well... a few days after I finished recording this CD I went to play a Friday night solo gig at a neighborhood pub. I had to leave a gathering of perhaps my best friends in the world and my beloved sister – all of whom I'd barely seen in years – but in fact I was happy to do so. The truth is that there is nothing in the world I like even half as much as going to a new room and singing my favorite songs to a crowd of strangers. Maybe that's why it made me so sad when a spent piece of Cowtown skank greeted me at the door and said, "It's too nice out and nobody's going to come in tonight so we don't need you. OK?"

It was not OK. The truth is that I never needed the money less. It was not about the money. It was a crushing verdict on my career. A cruel prank played on me by an alcoholic, godless motherfucker.
I like to say that I just do the human jukebox thing for the money because it's a lot cooler than admitting that I love it more than life itself; that I get absolutely crushed when people treat me this way.

This isn't about Calgary. It's about every place in the world where money fights its death match with beauty. Every city where the sound of jackhammers is preferred to music.

I don't feel better yet but I'm not going to smoke it off this time. I may get discouraged – I may even get discouraging – but I won't quit. It's not about winning. Even losing the war for beauty is a victory.
You can find me on Stephen Avenue duking it out with the jackhammers.

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