WellBad

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His scratchy voice is as dry as Death Valley, his beard as prickly as a desert cactus, and his songs evoke a mood that could set the scene for a movie by the likes of Jim Jarmusch, Quentin Tarantino, and David Lynch. They tell of love and despair, three-legged dogs, coffins for two, of a brand-new yesterday. Just as exceptional as his songwriting, his live shows are a thing to behold, often prefaced by the remark: “If you have any questions or comments, anxiety, fears, worries, bad credit rating, skin rashes… all that will fall away piece by piece tonight.”