andrewluttrellbio

The Critter. I don't know, but I always wanted the name "Arlo Seeger". That name has bite. I could either be a rock star or a baseball player with that name. As long as I never got traded to New York. It's all image, even in Baseball. What I love about "Luttrell" is that it's so easy to make the toilet reference. I've spent a generous amount of time in toilets over the years. Not there now. The Blues. It's easy to respect those things, when music still sounds and feels so good in there. Sir Picks-a-lot Skip wrote a kick-ass holiday-style blues song for the new album, and it felt so amazingly good to my jitters, that I shocked every nerve in my spine when rehearsing a guitar-solo for it on my acoustic Oscar S. When he played it for me the first time, I knew this man understood the blues. We sat there. Here are two really happy dudes who both at one time prior once were so f&@king blue. The day after he recorded me doing some takes on a solo, he called me BB Luttrell. I didn't play anything fancy that day, but i FELT it like a stainless steel safe thrown out the 38th floor window smashing my ankle into the ant-farm below. Romance is blue. I took his joke as a compliment. It was. That man can write. Well. Just working with him makes me feel like a child, learning how to crawl. I fell a lot when I was an infant learning to walk. Then one time in college, I lived in an apartment with a semi-two level living room going into a kitchen. During a commercial break one night, I was cooking peas on the stove and I ran into the kitchen to catch them from boiling over the rim of the pot, leaping down the 4 steps leading into the corridor. I slammed my head on the top ceiling division and went down like a sack of potatos. After a visual and elaborate 59th dimensional journey, I did not wake up and invent the flex kopasitor. Adam and Ken were suprised I woke up at all. Since then I have watched Star Trek whenever I can. It's good to wake up. I'm not even a morning person. I hate mornings. But I can't be sure whether or not I am on a starship. If I am, this ship is dank. But I would suggest decreasing the gasoline prices before everyone around me turns into a Teridactal. With big wings and no cigarettes. Once I stopped falling on myself as an infant, I realized I was growing up in a little town west of Baltimore. Michael Jackson had just gotten big with the Off the Wall album, and it was sounding rad. So were a lot of things. It's hard to focus on piano lessons at the age of six, when Mr. Anez is teaching you Mozart's 21st Concerto and you live right next to a bowling alley. I think I have loved music ever since the womb. My mom would hum a whole lot. School was just psycho-babble. I have accepted that I was terrible at public schooling, way too mean to the teachers, and too lazy to give a shit. One time I threw a safe deposit box in a lake at night. I felt like I was in a movie. If you left it in the woods near Patapsco, I found it. That was 22 years ago, so if it was yours, don't ask me where it is. I've had enough people ask me what "Sign Up Now" is about, that I could puke. Lucky for me, I don't puke much anymore either. But I am grateful for the piano lessons given to me in my youth. My dad borrowed a beautiful hollow-body Epiphone from a friend of his and let me learn on it for 6 months. My parents. God bless them. They cut out the cardboard shape of a guitar and wrapped it in aluminum foil with a red bow on it and put it under the tree when I was 13. When I saw it I cried when they told me they couldn't afford a guitar for me. I stepped backward and tripped over a guitar case with an electric Yamaha Strat-copy inside it. I cried again. My first guitar. I really prefered drawing and painting at that time. In the late eighties, I was finishing high school, had already played in my first band, and since I was going to attend art school for the four years later, I figured I wouldn't need the guitar. Like a dumbass, I sold it to a fat kid in my neighborhood for $50. There is a reason why people should not go to art school. I am it. I was lucky I could actually draw quite well and was given money by all the outside programs and all to attend, because my parents did not have a lot of money, and that stuff is not cheap. Most people are better off rolling their money into a meat grinder and stuffing dead ground-hogs with the shreadings, rather than pay an institution all that loot. This is coming from a guy who can't spell. Yes, art is subjective, and yes, those of you out there who are good at it should keep doing it because the world and I need you, but grading art is a joke, and they don't 'teach' it in those places. That was 1991. Today, they still don't. If you are an artist, writer, or musician, YOU MUST keep doing what you do and never stop making your creations. Don't let anyone tell you to stop, because the world needs art and music, not reality TV shows about it. And stay away from Republicans if possible. Most creative people I know are crazy. I smile everyday because of that fact. And other reasons too. I like to sing. Some of my favorite memories from '93 to '97 are playing in "Missing Dog Head" with Johnny Edelstein. In 1998 I played in an electric 7 piece band with my friend Tom Hamer on keyboards. We did a smoking version of "Black Magic Woman" and had the tymbalie player to back it up. I started playing acoustic music again in 1999 with Mark Calhoun, and then again with him from 2002 to present. Mudd-Dog can also feel the music... as well as REALLY play it. A friend handed me a mandolin around the same time Mark picked up a banjo. Damn good timing on her part. Skip walks up to me one day and says "We need to play". Damn good timing on his part. John Wenger sang an amazing version of "Whiskey Boot-Hill/Country Girl" the day I met him. It would be a sin for the world not to hear this man sing. Three-part vocal melodies are one of the greatest things I dig about LNW. I love all kinds of music. I like to dip my feet into all the pools, and sometimes pee in them if I have to. This trio is an important part of my spiritual and musical life. And it has just begun. Try to talk me out of having a reason to burn maps. I play a lot of different styles, with different projects, and Noon & Wenger are a powerful team.