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Between having three dogs named Merle, Nash,
and Dolly and an East Texas accent so pronounced you could pick her out
in a crowded honky-tonk from across the room, Sunny Sweeney is so
country she probably snores Loretta Lynn melodies in her sleep. That
much was clear long, long before she ever got around to recording her
debut album, Heartbreaker's Hall of Fame . So what the hell she
was thinking when she skipped off to New York City shortly after
graduation to pursue a career in theater or comedy instead of conquering
the dancehall and opry circuit back home is anyone's guess. Maybe she
was just testing herself — making absolutely sure she was born
to be a country singer, not just another pretty young improv-comedian
from Longview, Texas, lighting up the Great White Way.
Or, you know, maybe a waitress, nanny, dog
walker or cubicle drone. Frankly, there was a spell there in her early
20s when seemed hell-bent on collecting as many different W-2s as she
could instead of pursuing her destiny. And she actually did OK at the
comedy thing — after leaving the Big Apple and returning to Texas to
hook up with a comedy troupe in Austin. But every time a skit found her
singing, it became more and more clear she was just putting off the
inevitable.
“My friends in the improv group kept saying,
‘Man, you should try singing,'” says Sunny. “At first I thought they
meant ‘cause I wasn't good at the comedy stuff, but they were just being
supportive and wanted me to succeed at what they thought were my
strongest points.”
Her family seemed intent on pushing her in
the right direction, too. Her step dad, a musician and songwriter
himself, had tried to teach Sunny guitar when she was a child, but it
didn't stick. Years later, when he tried again, it did. So much so, she
became obsessed. “He gave me a guitar for Christmas and taught me the
three country chords: G, C and D,” she says. “The next day we drove to
Colorado to go skiing, and I played the damn thing the entire way up
there and back.”
That was all of three years ago. And she's
been making up for lost time — with a vengeance — ever since.
She played her first “real” gig, fronting her own band , in
September 2004 at Austin's Carousel Lounge. In less than a year, she was
holding down weekly residencies at multiple Austin honky-tonk bars and
drawing a crowd at each show that countless other artists in the “Live
Music Capital of the World” would kill for. She even scored a short tour
or Europe, highlighted by sharing a bill with Dwight Yoakam at a
festival in Norway. To say that even her most supportive friends were
surprised not so much by her success as they were by how quickly she got
her own ball rolling would be an understatement.
Mind, this all didn't just fall into her
lap. As she puts it with her characteristic, matter-of-fact bluntness,
“I have busted my ass doing this. The crowds at home started coming
pretty steadily after four of five months, but those first months were
the longest months I've ever had. I booked myself on like over 200 shows
the first year I had a band.”
“This is the hardest I've worked on anything
in my life,” she continues. “But I still cannot believe this is my
job . I'm doing what I've always wanted to do, and, honestly, it's
the thing I'm supposed to do because I haven't gotten fired
yet!”
But the real proof that Sunny Sweeney is
doing exactly what she's supposed to be doing is all right there in her
first record. Heartbreaker's Hall of Fame , recorded in
Floresville, TX and co-produced by Sunny with producers Tommy Detamore
(guitar, pedal steel, lap steel, Dobro) and Tom Lewis (drums). It isn't
one of those quiet, timid little baby-steps records that slowly grows on
you with hints of future potential. It explodes into the room with an
ultra-confident, Texas-sized “HOWDY!” and demands your full attention —
now . Kinda like the time Sunny, as a senior in high school,
marched into a choir class and told the instructor she wanted to sing
Dolly Parton's “9 to 5” in the end-of-year-show — even though she wasn't
in the choir and the teacher had never met or heard her before. So Sunny
belted out the song on the spot and walked out. (She got the gig — and
an admonishment from the teacher for having not auditioned for the choir
sooner.)
Listen to Sunny rip and swagger her way
through the dozen songs on Heartbreaker's Hall of Fame , and
you can well understand that choir director's frustration: Where has
this gal been hiding until now? The first thing that grabs you is her
voice — a big, bold and brassy instrument that brings to mind both the
classic female county singers of the '60s and '70s that she grew up on
as part of a country-music-loving family (both her grandfather and
stepfather are musicians) as well as two of Sunny's biggest modern
influences, Natalie Maines and Kasey Chambers, at their most
unapologetically untamed. It's a voice that all but screams Sunny's
adopted slogan: “Get your honky-tonk on!”
And on Heartbreaker's Hall of Fame
, Sunny does just that. From winning originals like “Ten Years Pass,”
“Slow Singing Western Tunes” and the title track to classy covers of
tunes by some of her favorite writers (including Iris Dement, Thom
Schuyler, Keith Sykes, Audrey Auld and Jim Lauderdale, among others),
it's an album that has little in common with either pop country or even
“Texas country.” It's country, pure and simple — as primed for a Lone
Star honky-tonk as it is the Grand Ole Opry or any radio station that
still makes room for George and Tammy and Merle and Loretta. Clearly,
Sunny knows the good country.
“Growing up in East Texas, we had mostly
country radio stations, but I was a child in the early '80s right when
the genre had started its downfall,” she admits. “But the first time I
heard Merle Haggard, I remember actually thinking, ‘Now this
guy, his songs are worth a shit!' I'd hear something else I didn't like,
and then I'd hear the intro to a Merle song and my heart would stop. And
I always loved Loretta, too, but it wasn't until I got older that her
lyrics really started to mean so much to me. It was from her that I
learned that it's OK to be yourself: write from your heart and what you
know.”
And here's what Sunny knows now: this whole
singing and writing country music for a living is even better than she
ever dreamed it would be, even though she's still getting the hang of
doing it on her own. (She only recently hired a small but dedicated
support crew to help out — leaving her more time to focus on writing, be
at home in Austin with her dogs, or during her once-a-month trips to
Nashville).
“It does make me a bit crazy,” she says of
the do-it-yourself route she's chosen for her career so far. “But even
though finding a label would be great, anyone that knows me knows that I
won't just settle for the first thing that comes along. I just know that
if and when I ever get a chance to sign a record deal, it's going to
have to be my way or the highway. And that's no joke! Because I've stuck
to my guns through all of this and only play the kind of country music
that I want to play, and the fans that I have all seem to dig it, too.”
“That's the coolest part to me,” she
marvels, “that people actually come to a show to see me . That
still freaks me out — but I love every minute of it!”
SONG BY SONG
“Refresh My Memory” (J. Lauderdale, J.
Sherrill)
This is one I got from Jim Lauderdale's song
pitcher. Jim's version is cooooountry , but I wanted to see if
it was possible to make it even more honky-tonk. I think we did a great
job. Casper Rawls, the master, played an acoustic B-bender prototype
guitar on the intro that kicks my ass everytime I listen to it. I just
thought it was the perfect song to start the record off with.
“East Texas Pines” (L. Bosworth, G. Griffin)
It's a song written about where I'm from.
When we recorded it, we all thought rocking-up the original version
would be a crowd pleaser, and the dancers came through for me at shows.
They dance their asses off to it!
“Next Big Nothing” (A. Auld)
Originally, we weren't gonna do this cause
we were scared writers and such would go, “yah, she's gonna be the NBN
for sure!” But my hardheadedness pulled through for me again, and we did
it.
“Lavender Blue” (K. Sykes)
When I was given this song to listen to, I
immediately thought I had heard it before. I knew the first time through
that I wanted to do it as a duet with somebody really cool. And I got to
do it with Jim Lauderdale! Need I really explain what it meant? I was so
thrilled. I didn't know him when he recorded his part — I was just a
huge fan — but since then, we have become friends, and I think he is one
of the best, most talented, funny dudes I have ever met.
“Ten Years Pass” (S. Sweeney, E. Mason)
I wrote this about the high school reunion I
skipped…EEK! I skipped mine, but my friend went to hers, and when she
came back we talked all about it. We just wrote it about how much your
life can change in 10 years but yet you still feel those same feelings.
“Here Lately” (D.B. Harris)
I was at D.B.'s one night, and we were just
hanging out, listening to some of his songs, and this one just happened
to be on the demo CD he made me that had another song that I was
originally gonna do instead. But I loved this. I wanted to make it like
a chugga-chugga-chugga train song. The sandpaper was my idea — I'm very
proud of that simple little sound in the background.
“Heartbreaker's Hall of Fame” (S. Sweeney)
I wrote this in literally five minutes. It
wasn't going to go on the record. But we were done with all the rhythm
tracks and at the very last minute decided, what the hell? It's such a
simple song to play, we knew we could knock it out in 20 minutes. And
then we ended up naming the CD after it! It's for any girl who's ever
had a broken heart…
“Slow Swinging Western Tunes” (S. Sweeney)
That was the first song I ever wrote,
shortly after my guitar playing came in to place. It's about my
relationship with my Dad.
“Please Be San Antone” (J. Lauderdale, E.
Erwin)
Another Jim Lauderdale song, this one a
co-write with Emily Robinson (Erwin) from the Dixie Chicks. It just
immediately caught my attention the first time I heard it. I love the
guitar on this track — it's so vibrant.
“Mama's Opry” (I. Dement)
The first time I heard this Iris DeMent
song, I cried like a baby. I knew I had to record it.
“If I Could” (T. Carroll)
The bastard child of the record. We weren't
gonna put it on the CD even after it was recorded, because at the time
we felt like we just couldn't get it right. But now it's one of my
favorites. It's the crowd-pleaser at shows. People have started calling
it the “Auctioneer Song.”
“16th Avenue” (T. Schuyler)
Written by Thom Schuyler. That guy is a
SUPERB writer. I just recently got to co-write a song with him in
Nashville called “Gypsy Rose” that will be on my next record.
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