OUT June 3, 2022
Produced by Ken Coomer
Cody Brooks Biography
A Rolling Stones Bio
by Andrew Leahey
Gutbucket blues. Gypsy jazz. Back porch rock & roll.
Cody Brooks plays it all, whipping up a raw, rootsy
racket with help from a 1929 B&J Victoria parlor guitar and a voice that's as wild and roughhewn as the Tennessee backwoods.
The music all started 20 minutes outside of Nashville,
where Brooks' childhood home was filled with the
sounds of the nearby Marrowbone Creek and his
parents' 78 rpm record collection. He listened to it
all: Tommy Dorsey, Robert Johnson, Hank Snow, Son
House, Jimi Hendrix. Brooks picked up the guitar
as a teenager and began traveling, too, spending time in Oregon and the southwest before Nashville's music scene lured him back home. There, before he could legally drink, he started playing gigs at the blues bars downtown, tossing in his own songs between covers by R&B singers and Delta legends.
Brooks' songs spin stories of revenge, anger, dirty love, clean breaks and the infamous time that a baby
copperhead snake bit him on the arm, resulting in a
three-day fever dream (and inspired songwriting
session) while he lay in bed and sweated out the poison.
Although in the 2020's, Brooks has lived the sort of
life that's more typical of someone from the previous
centuries — a life of restlessness, of travel, of baths in creek water and makeshift beds in barns — embracing that old-world vibe and constantly updating his sound with the sneer of punk rock and the swagger of hip-hop. It's music for Saturday night sinners, delivered with the sort of fire-and-brimstone fury that'll attract a few Sunday morning holy rollers, too.
In parts of the Bible Belt, most friendships still start off with a handshake. This is Brooks' handshake, his
grand introduction to the public. He's happy to meet
you. You'll be seeing more of him soon.