Jeffrey Foucault at Redlight Tonight
9/8, $10, door at 8, music from 9-11
Jeffrey Foucault grew up in a small town in Wisconsin. His father played a plywood guitar and his mother liked to sing. Winter Sundays were for church or ice fishing, which are not so different when you think about it. He went to college and dropped out, took a job on a fruit farm and started writing songs about a girl from Iowa. He finished school, roofed houses, drove a snowplow, and home-schooled the son of the local bar owner in exchange for beer. He cut his first
album in the winter of 2000.
THE NEW YORKER:
“Jeffrey Foucault, sings stark, literate songs that are as wide open as the landscape of his native Midwest.”
KDHX ST. LOUIS:
“Part John Prine, part Dylan, part lonely cowboy swilling whiskey out on a moonlit prairie…”