Garrett T. Capps Rocks Sam's With New 'San Antone' Anthem

(photo by Steve Circeo)

Garrett T. Capps' show last night at Sam's was one of those occasions you almost missed, then you were glad you were there. After a long day of work, I was so close to passing out on the couch, when a mysterious force told me to get in the car and start driving. Soon after the show started, I was re-energized by a pure Texas country-rock party when I was expecting a mellow, rural affair.

Fronting his own band for the first time (and what a band: Phillip Luna on drums, Scott Lutz on guitar and lap steel, Odie on bass), Capps went through faster, harder versions of songs from his Hope & Doubt & Freeway Birds EP and introduced us to some unreleased gems he'll begin recording in January. One of these was show opener "Bitchin.'"

I could have used less Dylanesque inflections on his voice (he didn't sound like that on the album), but him and the band, performing their first public gig ever, sounded like true veterans that have been playing together for a decade (Lutz and his lap steel was a show apart). The cover of Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs' 1965 classic "Wooly Booly" had the crowd (who had already been dancing to ferocious unreleased rockers) taking over the dancefloor.

Capps appropriately closed the show with show-stopper: a 10-minute version of 'San Antone,' another new song that caught me by surprise, but I was able to catch the last four minutes or so. Go to the next page to see it and read the song's lyrics.

It is a new instant San Antonio classic I hope he releases in 2014 (Capps is recording "enough songs for two full-lengths" starting in January). Check out the complete "San Antone" lyrics:

I was born in San Antone (x 2)

even though I’m a gringo,

I was born in San Antone

When I was younger and feelin' so bold

everyone told me to never leave home

I said I’m sorry but I gotta go

but I was born in San Antone.

Went to Boystown, caught the donkey show

then San Marcos, Midland and Arlington

couldn’t get a gig in Austin

'cuz I was born in San Antone.

Out in Denver, man they get too stoned

women in Portland are just skin and bone

LA, Nashville, New York, NO

when you were born in San Antone.

Jumped up to Europe by way of a boat

stranded in Dublin without no coat

someone asked me, "Where’d you come from, bloke?"

I’ve come from San Antone.

Hit right through Paris, Prague, and Rome

drank wine till my blood ate through my bones

lost my direction, 10 times alone

far from San Antone.

I found myself down a deep, dark road

empty pockets and a wayward soul

then I heard somethin' on the radio

sounded like San Antone.

It had deep blues roots, and a Vox organ

a groovy shaker, and a Fender tone

it said "she’s about a mover" and I was gone

gone home to San Antone.

Sir Doug, Flaco, and the Sun-Glos

Butthole Surfers and Bongo Joe

Ozzy pissin' on the Alamo

Pistols at Randy’s Rodeo

Godfather on the radio

Gunther Hotel Robert Jo

Leon Valley, China Grove

South Side, West Side, Olmos

Alamo Heights and Stone Oak

USAA and Valero

HEB, Bill Miller, Clear Channel

Frost Bank, Rackspace, Santikos

Avery Johnson, George Gervin

Duncan, Bonner, Admiral

Memorial Day Miracle

lengua, nopalitos, menudo

bacon egg cheese with some pico

el pastor onions cilantro

over easy on huevos rancheros

carne guisada, queso fresco

Barbacoa y chicharrón

cheese enchiladas w/borracho

flauta, chalupa, special nachos

guacamole salad with my puffy tacos


(photo by Steve Circeo)


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