The crossroads is where, sooner or later, every musician will eventually end up.
At this fateful crossing under the scorching sun, a crippled tree in the middle, underneath it the devil himself, broadly grinning and ready to gamble for your soul – with loaded dice, make no mistake.
Here, in the godforsaken middle of nowhere, where half the music world sealed their fate for a tiny morsel of talent, is also where I am Korny once found himself. With a hat on his head, a guitar on his back and dusty boots he stood there,
gazing west. Behind him security, the daily grind, a life well ordered. Before him the open road, before him uncertainty. Freedom.
As so many before him he walked straight ahead, away from his life, no look back, right into a life full of austerity and insecurity. However, who wants to live an easy life if the alternative provides you with much better songs?
Or, as I am Korny puts it: “Music needs drama.”
Whatever it is I Am Korny got in exchange for his soul at the crossroads: His new EP “Sleep Ain’t Paying My Dues” speaks of a very striking bargain.
Guided by Americana’s tragic icons, by the curmodgeonly anti heroes of southern Garage Rock and a musical narrative straight from the revered pages of the Great American Song Book, I Am Korny is painting his very own picture of a musical pilgrimage right into the heart of desire. Melancholic, elegiac, a little gritty. But always authentic. Always with his heart on his sleeve.
The phantoms and the dreamers, the heroes and the villains, the brave and the desperate all find their home in his songs. His is the music of an outlaw perceiving his otherness not as a burden but a crown.
“Indie Rock Meets Blues in a Testament to Life on the Road. - I am Korny: Sleep Ain‘t Paying My Dues These are songs of itinerant spirituality, of voodoo blessings, and gritty timelessness.”– Krister Axel / Chillfiltr