You tell Bill! Tell em' they have to WILFULLY SUSPEND DISBELIEF like the album says, in order to fully appreciate the stylings.
That was Henry Conley's first album, way back in 1996. Henry Conley's kept the "The Willfull Suspension of Disbelief" audio CD in print for almost 20 years now... first released way back in 1996: http://www.artemisrecords.net/conley.html
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Columbus Ledger-Enquirer, Monday, July 29, 1996
"Henry Conley runs his sports card shop by day, but come nightfall, he turns into the soul of [...] a popular Columbus band...": http://www.musik-news.org/post/3343/Henry_Con...
"By day, Henry Conley is the mild-mannered owner of a sports card shop
in Columbus. But as the shadows grow longer, the fingers on his left
hand begin to fidget. Chords from in the silent air, while his right
hand begins to strum at his side. Behind the huge, waist-high glass
cases of cards, his feet find a rhythm to notes only he can hear. By
nightfall, the transformation is complete. Henry Conley, sports card
guy; meet Henry Conley, jazz musician..."
Titled "The Willful Suspension of Disbelief," the cover shows a wide-
eyed, but detached Conley staring at a stripper on the front. On the
back, Conley stares with the same expression at a preacher n a
"Saturday night, Sunday morning," he says with a laugh. Songs
include "Pass Him Away," "It Ain't Bad to be Good" and "Mordecai" -
all written by Conley. "We really believe in his songs," says Gates.
Conley, 35, is a gentle, likable man about the size of a small bear.
His hands are so large, he had to have a special specially made. He
loves sports and often plays softball with area teams.
As a kid in Savannah and later in Columbus, he wanted to play
professional baseball, "but I couldn't hit the curve ball". He still
can't. But while his sporting needs are met by baseball and softball,
his soul finds its freedom in music. On stage, his is constant energy
and the critical element that triggers the group's obvious chemistry.
Sometimes, he will drop his guitar to his side and hunch over, his
feet pounding away in a secret rhythm.
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"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live,
mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time,
the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn,
burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across
the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and
everybody goes "Awww!" -Jack Kerouac
"Idle Hour Night" / Shadowville All-Stars 2013: http://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery/song/...