Ears wide open for Wise Eyes


Usually the most exciting thing that happens in Zebulon has something to do with Cajun Fried Chicken but last night we had a first, a first of what this music junkie hopes to be many. Our sleepy little town on the outskirts of Raleigh had its first national touring act stop by. Maryland’s own Wise Eyes rolled into town dragging a big white box filled with everything they own for the 2nd stop of their 14 city Road Warriors 2k13 Tour.

To kick off the night Wise Eyes drummer Jay D hopped on the kit and backed up EI regular and local Logan Morton with a splendid version of Nirvana’s Smells Like Teen Spirit

The Wise Eyes Tribe


As the quartet of vagabonds took the stage, their shoes went off as their gear went on, because everyone knows you can’t rock out with your socks out. Lead man Sean Moore began the set by professing “we are gonna start out low, take you high and bring you back”, they more than delivered on that promise. Overall their show was a roller coaster ride you could enjoy, all while never spilling a drop of your coffee. It wouldn’t be Z-Town if the assortment of Local Color didn’t wander in, Buttwider in hand and dance off beat, but we don’t mind, after all we are The Town Of Friendly People. WE’s played all original tracks except for a little CCR for Kevin (who unfortunately had left for more Bud) and a snippet of So Fresh, So Clean of which I would have loved to hear a full track. To finish the night they brought down the roof with an earsplitting anthem kicked off by Todd Snider’s BeerRun, if the the town had a noise ordinance they would have busted it wide open.

If you missed the show or just want some

more catch them at The Black Flower this Monday 




Photo Credit Conner West

Wise Eyes is
Brett Setera – Lead Guitar
Evan Ruhl – Bass/Vocals
Jay D – Drums
Sean Moore – Vocals/Guitar

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I wish it was anyone but me

This picture embodies every single thing that is great about living in the country. It makes me want to grow my own food, walk down main street whistling the theme to The Andy Griffith Show and wear Overalls to Church. I absolutely love were I live and the fact that its in America just makes it that much sweeter. God Bless the USA and everything that he has blessed us with.    #OccupyNONcommercialChristmas

Music Reviews

If you wait for what’s coming

FS is Walter Stanley - Guitar/Vocals Josh Grady - Bass/Vocals Jake Glover - Drums

It’s the Saturday after Thanksgiving and everyones hungry for something other than Turkey. Trading my usual Shotgun Betty for a nice Cafe Olé at Eclectic Intellectual (EI) in Downtown Zebulon as a group of 20 somethings mobbed outside chain smoke under the twinkling trees already adorned for Christmas, I had no idea that hunger was about to be quenched. All I can say is FS was anything other than bland, dry and served with gravy.

Calling themselves Punk, thats befitting plus a tiny bit Scream-O with a twist of Grunge. Dare I compare to the masters of three corded bliss Green Day but these kids have a spark and I feel that even mentioning their similarity to Blink 182 would do the slim and shaggy rockers with a long career ahead of them a great disservice. Swapping his Black Gibson for a sweet SG and donning a two toned sweet drenched shirt that just two songs ago was bone dry and solid green, Walter Stanley was everything you expected from a frontman. Animated, Vexing and Loud with an imprint of the guitar strap leaving a defined outline of its previous location like a well earned battle scar.

The next hour was a blur. There were great highs and there were sing-alongs. There was a new song waiting for words and there was even a ballad. Plaid ridden hipsters half huddled in a U of skinny jeans sang every word. Smokers popped their heads in the door just to scream their favorite line. There was a good time had by anyone with ears.

Something was left to be desired in the sound department but a Coffee House is always the best place for a vessel of your favorite beverage and not necessary built for acoustics. Perhaps music this big just cant be contained by four walls. With a few tweaked knobs on the PA Walter Stanley’s vocals will shine through the rifts and be heard as they more than deserve. My ears were however warm and fuzzy for the rest of the evening and thankfully my hearing came back just in time for Saturday Night Live.

The heart throbbing compound of the final song could all but prevent one from remaining seated it their chair and even brought one gentleman to convulsions to and fro on the green and white tile like someone who overdosed on Valtrex. It sure got to me or maybe it was that third Cafe Olé. If you were just sitting there without nodding your head or bouncing your foot you don’t have a musical bone in your body and you need to check your pulse.

This Three Piece Suit of an outfit fits like an old favorite.
Forgive the audio quality , iPhones don’t have good ears
One thing IMO that may be holding them back is their name. FS is just to common of a name which led to a slight degree of difficulty finding their online presence.
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Between the Buried and me

As a kid of less than 10 years of age someone took me to see this. It, has lived in my dreams forever. Being a self proclaimed  daydreamer, I just couldn’t shake being buried under all that cold hard stone. Perhaps it’s the birth of my wish to be cremated and my ashes spread from Wiseman’s View over Linville Gorge. This object of my undying fascination and of a 20 “in search of” is the final resting place of William Andrew Jeffreys, North Carolina State Senator from 1844 to 1845 when he succumb to Typhoid feaver. According to any written articles that I have read he simply had a fear of being buried below ground. That directly contradicts the legend that had me so enthralled as a young boy. I had always heard that he wished to be buried in Wake County and some age old law prohibited it, so he a thinker and a doer spent his free time carving out the huge bolder that resided on the family farm to be his final, unmovable resting place.

The sadness of it all is that some young punks (I at 33, sound like my father) have broken the engraved marble slab that covers the tomb itself and because of this act the family has had the State remove the Historic Site Sign that read “Unique Tomb” and there are No Trespassing Signs posted everywhere. Yes, I occasionally  break the law, but only for science. It is hard to find. .There is a clear cut path that you can see from the road and there are two huge trees blocking it with only enough room to walk in between. Click HERE for a map.  I, by any fashion am not giving anyone permission to visit but if you do please respect this unique treasure.

 Further Reading   The State Magazine – March 1971, Vol. 38