Sunday Mornin’ Hayride
With all the talk of braying cattle, dungaree silk, Palominos and Pintos, you’d be surprised to discover that the hippie-folkie-cowboy singer-songwriter Bill Madison recorded his debut record in rural New Hampshire. Originally released in 1973 as a private pressing on Madison’s own Saloon label, Sunday Mornin’ Hayride is an exceedingly enjoyable breeze back to those halcyon days when a gang of folked-up friends could make a record that un-self consciously synthesized their pastoral interests — blues, booze, pot, Western kitsch, the out-of-doors — without succumbing to cliché. That it has aged so well is remarkable, and fans of Chris Smither and Jackson C. Frank are advised to take note. Madison now lives in Lehigh Acres, Fla., where his co-songwriter wife quilts and where he continues privately pressing (CD-R) albums with a happy cabal of other paunchy, gray-haired, sunshine cowboys.