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There's a small city in California called Fresno. It's
a place surrounded by agricultural fields... and swallowed
by fog every winter. There's not much to do there... except
imagine yourself somewhere else. Joe Rosato Jr. began
playing music as an escape. His songs are imbrued with
the characters of his hometown. A collection of urban
misfits who pound their heads against the wall... and
wonder what it all means.
Rosato grew-up listening and playing the music that surrounded
him. Blues, country, folk and pop are everywhere. It's
no wonder that his music mixes-up all those elements;
a touch of mandolin over a Hammond organ... screaming
harmonica over a drum loop. They all make sense in Rosato's
masterful songs... with his earnest, deadpan voice taking
care of the rest. Kinda makes you wanna gas up the truck
and head to the Central Valley. --- Bob Willits... Underground
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