about Lonesome Liz

Roots Country and Blues artist Lonesome Liz was dubbed 'The Female Robert Johnson' by 'Southern Fried Magazine'; honoring both her sultry contralto and the Hellhound on her trail. Her performances are heavy with Southern Gothic undertones. A natural storyteller, her words shift to expose the seamy underbelly of the South, which she translates through a mystic veil of mojo; often drawing on history along with Hoodoo and other Folk traditions.

Her performances have included Drive-by Truckers artist Wes Freed, art revolutionary Molly Crabapple, Jesco the Dancing Outlaw and she's shared a stage with Timbuk III's Pat MacDonald, The Goddamn Gallows and the .357 String Band.

Featured in the upcoming Hasil Adkins documentary, 'My Blue Star' by Ron Thomas Smith, she has she has also appeared in and directed dozens of plays as well as in an award-winning independent film, 'Leon's Aspirations'. Also a playwright, she has written and produced adaptations of both 'Faust' and Sartre's 'No Exit'.

A multi-disciplinary artist, she is also a music and fine art journalist, published primarily in 'Outlaw Magazine', 'Fine Art Magazine' and GratefulWeb.net. She was the last writer to interview Mike Seeger before his death and her Levon Helm retrospective received praise from Bob Dylan himself.

She has also been tarot, astrology and mythology editor for BellaOnline.com and Suite101.com. Her writing and photography are featured in the best-selling 'Everything Ghost Hunting Guide'. She began writing in Chicago, when Slam was first emerging and her poetry as well as her lyrics have received praise from Beat Poets Charles Plymell and Robert Brannan.

Her strong, sultry voice and powerful lyrics are captivating. Though unquestionably feminine and alluring, she describes hangings, hauntings, reckonings and shoot-outs in a way that makes you think she was not only there but participated. One of Country's true Outlaw Women, Liz blasted the boundaries of Alt Country. However it's delivered, her sultry Southern vision takes you far from the expected. It's hard to resist the spell Lonesome Liz casts when her mojo's rising...

Prologue: Do You Hear Me Jesse James


Jesse James

Do you hear me Jesse?
Nothin's quite the same
since back in the day when
we were robbin' trains.

I'm down here by Lost River.
I heard you know the cave;
heard you still ride through Bardstown;
heard you ain't quite in your grave.

Do you hear me Jesse?
It's all gone to hell.
I'm drinkin' whiskey with the Spirit of Dixie.
She says, "It's funny what time will tell."

Wish I could ride to Leadville
with you and your boys.
Wish I could catch that cat who killed you.
He left quite a void.

Do you hear me Jesse?
Do you hear me call?
I'm down here by Lost River
and it ain't no fun at all.

Listen to me Jesse.
Do you hear me, Jesse James?
I'm still on the run, I ain't got a gun
and nothin's quite the same.

I'm talkin' to you Jesse.
Do you hear me Jesse James?
I'm hangin' out with the Spirit of the South
and she whispered your name...

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