Charles Ashley Moore
Bender of Minds, Rules, and Genres
I’m a revolutionary. An anarchist. And I don’t give half a damn for anything mainstream. I became the founder of Dirt Road Rock way back in the 20th century while trudging barefoot in overalls down a red dirt road in Washington County, Georgia. Prior to that, I established Bag Music on the West Coast before anyone knew who Weezer was or cared. Weezy, Mama’s Wheeze Box, the Weezerd of Oz, whatever. (Hey, I was close.) In between I played the Blues, and Reggae (which I still do), and toured the Southeast with a “Jam Band” from Athens, GA called Tibbetts Street. We were known mostly for burning down vast forests of glaucoma medication, swimming up wide rivers of toadstool tea, and falling over grease vats with Colonel Bruce Hampton when the moon wasn’t bright enough to light the alley behind a juke.
After a brief stint in de jailhouse now with some hearty approbations and solemn community services, I quit touring and decided to go back to school. I declined a partial scholarship to the Berserklee Collage of Muzak in favor of a full ride studying upright bass with a Berklee alum. Frankly, I could’ve gone either way on that decision, but a thorough review of U.S. weather patterns swung me towards North Florida.
Later, I funked it up with Sammy Suspect when the Tibbetts Street reunion turned sour. Then I got married, and I turned sour. But I survived that crippling disease by leaning on my trusty guitar. At least, so far I’ve survived that crippling disease. Survival is a constant struggle anyway. So I’m here for now and I'm still making music, which I hope you enjoy hearing as much as I enjoy playing. Everything here's for free, which is how it comes to me, so please take something with you when you go. If you feel like bartering, kindly send me a note from the "Contact" page. I'm glad you dropped by, and I hope you'll stay in touch. Love, freedom, solidarity, and positivolution! ~ a.