A unique blend of rockabilly, country, and rock and roll with surf undertones.

12 MP3 Songs in this album (45:49) !
Related styles: ROCK: Rockabilly, ROCK: Surf Rock

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Los Alvarados (bandleader Drew Weaver, bassist Andrew Boyer, guitarist Mark Sproull, and drummer Doug "Sir Loin" Harlow) have personally selected this musical 12-pack with the utmost care and discretion, with an eye and ear to commiserating with those among us who have "Loved and Lost." This is not the Blowfish Bla-Bla you'll hear in shopping malls or Saab convertibles - this is the Soundtrack of Life, babyâ¦. Where the coffee is called Folgers and the wine label reads Gallo ⦠where imported beer isn't on the menu.

Yeah, from the first notes of this groovy, dubious dozen, you'll know where you are, even if you've never actually been there. It's where a '97 Ford Ranger with 80, 000 miles and good paint is called a "new car." It's where vacations are taken in the same state you live in. It's where gambling isn't a Choice, but a Necessity. Where the rent just keeps going up and where you perform your own oil changes.

It's where an adult video is an acceptable, appreciated holiday stocking stuffer.

It's where Love just might be pushing forty (but still Hot), wearing a little black Kool tank-top with a pair of Wrangler Cut-offs and fighting over rights to the pool table. She'll be puffing on a Kool Menthol in spite of the "No Smoking" signs all over the bar.

Los Alvarados are proud denizens of this territory. None of them know anybody who's in "the Industry." Money is tight with them; and divorces aren't getting any cheaper. They eat fried food. They enjoy Van Damme and Steven Seagal movies. They don't understand Sushi or Dancing With the Stars. Some of them frequent strip clubs. Some of them date the entertainers.

For fun and relaxation, Los Alvarados like to visit Tijuana or Los Angeles, and they all drink a little. To be honest, a Wednesday El Toro practice session without a communally downed pint of Early Times or Ten High is rare. Los Alvarados like to Party!

Drew Weaver Today

I was in Drew Weaver's San Clemente garage recently and saw a Mikita chop saw sitting right next to a cherry 1968 Fender Dual Showman. There was a banged-up black Mexican Telecaster hanging from a hook on the wall. There was sawdust and loose Phillipine Mahogany everywhere. There was a tasty-looking Manhattan (on-the-rocks - lemon twist) sitting on top of the Showman. Busty Tura Satana smiled down from a calendar tacked to the wall. There was Scuba stuff and a 9'4" Dewey Weber hanging on the wall too.
"I write the songs," sings Weaver. "I make the whole world cryâ¦." It's a sub-par Barry Manilow imitation but it's funny anyway. Weaver goes on singing â¦"and then I rip boards for my wife's spice rackâ¦and then I spray paint the picture frameâ¦.and then I patch the grassâ¦." Mentally, I excuse him, he's had a few. After years in big cities like San Francisco and Paris, Weaver is now in a Sub-Urban phase of his life. It's a Pier One, Weed-Whackin', Aerostar kind of thing. It's the neighbor woman gushing over that new Pottery Barn catalogue. It's comparing "Killer Merlots" with big-voiced neighbor guys who smoke "killer" cigars and golf a lot.

Between Nightmares draws on this current reality. Beside the title track, several others (Two-Buck Chuck, Your Ex-Wife, License to Chill) benefit as well from this fertile suburban soil. Somewhere between Lampoon and Shine a Bright Light in a Dark Corner is where Drew Weaver seems to be at the moment. These songs are funny, but they have meaningâ¦..well, all except for Two-Buck Chuck. At the very least, these songs are caustic reminders that some of us are not dwelling in best of all possible worlds.
Sauced Up and Surly is funny but sort of sad. Lovin' Time to Kill is just beautiful, and This Heart has a haunting feel to it; the song is bolstered by the band's understated, atmospheric arrangement. My favorite track is Hollywood, which tracks the rise of a successful young Maryland émigré entrepreneur in our nation's show business capitol.

J.J. Cales' Tijuana is rendered in airy, atmospheric beauty, and serves (with) Hollywood, as a bookend for the album as a whole - Two of California's, "destination" cities, where dreams rarely come true.