Stringybark mcdowell was born under a tree with string for hair & bones for teeth.nearly as old as a vintage truck,he’s change for a dollar, he don’t give a damb.
A story on his back about convicts & blues,his blood the colour of working mans boots.making instruments from whatever he’s found , fencewoodpalings & stuff on the ground.
He plays the show of a one-man band,with kickdrum,kazoo & banjo in hand. He slides real fine with banjola & steel,plays hell on a saucepan with a pickup that squeals.
Brings crowds round the corner dancin’ to old blues, roots & underground,he’s madness,he’s soul.stringybark mcdowell was born under a tree, he’s classic,original,he’s something to see!
