Holding Merle Haggard 12″ Vinyl Reissue Available

it’s done, and it’s exactly as we’d hoped it’d be–go the Releases page on this site and get you one–

here’s the press release we’re using:

In the summer of 1995, Jason Morphew holed up in Arkansas with a four-track, a broken heart, and a five-string guitar and recorded a concept album for a fledgling cassette label in New York called Brassland. The album’s concept: a young Arkie couple that adores Merle Haggard heads out to California to see the great man perform in his native Bakersfield. Merle picks the woman out of the audience, invites her backstage. Soon the woman hops on Merle’s tour bus and leaves her boyfriend stranded in the swirling, golden dust.

Over the years, *Holding Merle Haggard* has become a cult’s cult-classic; it’s achieved a sort of double-underground legendary status. Morphew’s gotten fan mail from Japan and France about it, been offered major label contracts because of it, been informed in no uncertain terms by many people that he’ll never top it.

Now, here’s the deluxe 12″ vinyl version of the classic (one inch for every year since it was first released), remastered from the original recordings, with four bonus tracks, lots of liner notes, and a beautiful, original Baxter Knowlton painting on the cover to boot. Call it pre-alt-country, or pre-folk-nouveau, or a-confessional, or weirdly homoerotic, or end-y rock, or just real good–as usual, Morphew wasn’t aiming to do anything but write and record the songs the way they came to him, and his songs don’t seem to come to him attached to any genre.

Jason Morphew’s six full-lengths have been highly acclaimed in England and America. His music has appeared on movie soundtracks and on best-of compilations alongside Lucinda Williams, the Flying Burrito Brothers, the Cowboy Junkies, and Bob Dylan, among others. His recordings have featured members of The Magnetic Fields and The Mars Volta, and his singles have been spun by such influential DJs as John Peel, Steve Lamacq, and Rodney Bingemheimer. He divides his time between a tiny city-house in Los Angeles and a tiny farm-house in Winters, California, in wine country, where Morphew often gets lost on curving country roads.