Please give a warm welcome to FYACB’s first ever Contributor, Tony Bertoglio! ~ Michelle Evans
As long as I can remember, music has been an incredibly important part of my life. I remember as a kid hearing my sister practicing oboe in the basement; there was something enchanting about that instrument. It’s so easy to make an oboe sound terrible, but when it’s played well, it sounds amazing.
Credit for my interest in music must also be paid to my parents. If it weren’t for my mom’s CD collection, I wouldn’t have been able “borrow” Led Zeppelin’s IV or Muddy Waters’ Blues Legend albums. And it seems like it was just yesterday that my dad was waking me up on Sunday mornings, bright and early, with the KSHE 94.7 classics show. I dreaded those Sunday mornings at the time. Now, it’s something I wish I could have back. I was roughly twelve years old when I first tried playing my dad’s acoustic guitar that I still use today, and I was fourteen when I bought my first bass.
Now, nearly two decades after I “borrowed” those priceless albums from my mom, I find myself living in St. Louis city and becoming more and more welcomed in the great music scene of one of the countries smallest big cities, or biggest small cities. I have always enjoyed every type of music but over the past five years, it has become clear that this genre we call alt country is the genre for me. Perhaps it is because there is no real definition of what is considered alt country. It’s a sort of beautiful mess that needs no definition. Why do we need to define something that possesses the type of emotion as alt country? We know what bands like Lucero, Drive-By Truckers, Son Volt, and John Moreland do to us, and those who don’t get it likely never will.
I am Tony Bertoglio, and I will be contributing to Fuck Yeah Alt Country Boys…