Growing up in the swamplands of northern Florida, down home roots, rock and soul artist JJ Grey
became a realist early on. “You fall in love with a pig,” he says, “and then one day your granddad
knocks it in the head and bleeds it for butchering. You tend to grow up with a certain amount of
realism in your life.”
JJ Grey and his band MOFRO exude rocking, funky, melodic, front porch realism in every song they
play. Grey comes from a long tradition of Southern storytellers, and his songs oftentimes use the loss
of his natural surroundings and the marginalization of the Southern culture he grew up in as a
metaphor for universal truths. The band delivers his material with brilliant musicianship, resulting
in music that is thought provoking rhythmically dynamic and texturally mesmerizing.
JJ Grey & MOFRO’s Alligator debut, COUNTRY GHETTO (produced by Dan Prothero) features
12 original JJ Grey compositions that come right out of the Southern musical and literary tradition.
Grey’s ear for detail inhabits his songs, whether it is a story passed down to him from his
grandmother or the tribulations of a childhood friend. His voice delivers them with an unflinching
strength that makes the personal universal and paints a vivid portrait of an exact time or place with
words and music. Like his songs, his rich, soulful vocals are forceful and commanding, seemingly old
beyond his years. And the music, from smoldering soul ballads to gospel-fried funk to straight ahead
rock ‘n’ roll, brings it all home with danceable grooves and a melodic freshness that will stay with
you long after the album ends.
Grey’s songwriting influences are widespread. “I listen to people who tell the story,” he says, naming
Muddy Waters, John Lee Hooker, R.L. Burnside, Tony Joe White, Jerry Reed, Otis Redding, Dr.
John, Sly & The Family Stone, Van Morrison, Bill Withers and Dan Penn. What these writers and
performers have in common is a love for simplicity, evoking complex emotions with a minimal
amount of words. As a performer, Grey is influenced by the sexually charged blues of Howlin’ Wolf,
the country soul of George Jones and the hard funk of James Brown, as well as local personalities
like street preachers and old time radio DJs.
From the beginning, Grey’s songs have been connected to his ancestral Florida homestead 40 miles
outside of Jacksonville, a landscape he writes about with passion and devotion. Back in 1986, Grey
worked at an air conditioning company, where he befriended guitarist Daryl Hance. At the time
Grey had a young original band that needed a guitar player so he gave Hance the call. Grey was
immediately impressed with Daryl’s minimalist approach. “Daryl plays like Curtis Mayfield
or Peter Tosh. He plays like the older generation, with patience.” Under the name of MOFRO
(Grey’s nod towards a lumberyard he worked at), they recorded a demo together, which drew the
interest of a UK label. The two then flew to London in 1994 to record.
While in London, the deal collapsed. Deciding to stick it out for a while, Grey placed ads in Melody
Maker for musicians and quickly put together a band to play in the local London music scene. They
were courted by a number of record labels, but were not at all impressed by the seemingly false and
unrealistic promises being offered. On his own, Grey researched and found Fog City Records, owned
by Dan Prothero. The two hit it off instantly. Returning stateside, Fog City — with Prothero
producing – recorded and released Blackwater in 2001 (named by Amazon.com as one of the best
CDs of the decade) and, on Swampland Records – again with Prothero at the helm — Lochloosa
in 2004. JJ Grey & MOFRO’s rabid following, through hard work, touring and undeniable musical
prowess, grew quickly.
A National Public Radio feature in 2001 brought JJ’s music to more people than ever before. Doors
at press, radio and venues opened across the country. JJ Grey & MOFRO performed at Bonnaroo,
opened for Widespread Panic, Ben Harper, Galactic, B.B. King and Jeff Beck. Word of their live
show spread quickly, and bookings at festivals and concerts around the world increased, including
jaw-dropping shows at The Austin City Limits Festival and The New Orleans Jazz & Heritage
Festival. The band continues to tour constantly, and will hit the road hard in support of COUNTRY
GHETTO.
From gritty funk to juke joint romps to contemplative country soul to blistering rockers, JJ Grey &
MOFRO occupy a distinctive space in the music world. And, like the best of the great Southern
novelists, JJ Grey fills his stories and songs with details that are at once vivid and personal, political
and universal. The songs and the music on COUNTRY GHETTO will make you smell the cypress
trees, feel the hot breeze, taste the ho-cakes, and remind you that home is where the heart is.
NOTES ON THE SONGS by JJ GREY
WAR
I often feel like the wars we fight as nations pale in comparison to the wars we fight between our own
ears. Within my own thoughts I play politics while I juggle morality, personal loss or gain, and the
wild needs of the “warrior” within. It seems so easy to lose yourself and your concept of right and
wrong in that ever shifting haze of confusion.
CIRCLES
From Florida’s vicious Barber-Mizell feud to religious standoffs. From race relations to jilted lovers.
Sooner or later someone has to break the vicious cycle of he-said she-said by letting go and moving
on.
COUNTRY GHETTO
I grew up when the “root hog or die” days were still fresh in the minds of my parents and
grandparents. I was brought up to earn it and not waste it, to respect and protect womanhood and
promote manhood, and to be thankful for what you got. By today’s standard we ourselves, and most
of the folks we knew, lived below the so-called “poverty line”. We were land and culture rich and
dollar poor but I wouldn’t trade my upbringing for any other. I’ve always felt blessed to be raised
here, to know so many larger than life characters, and to steep in the years of blood, sweat and the
grim determination of my people before me. My culture, my life, my love is here in this country
ghetto.
TRAGIC
It’s amazing how much pain pain-relievers can bring. For me to watch a lifelong friend, addicted to
prescription drugs, become a mere shell of his former self and then drag all his loved-ones down
around him is a tragedy too many people know about.
BY MY SIDE
I believe the “civilized” world loves to tell you who you are and sometimes your inner strength isn’t
enough to shed the stigma. During those moments you truly realize how great it is to have someone
at your side who knows you, loves you, and who you can draw real inspiration from.
ON PALASTINE
When my grandfather was a young man the timber barons came and tried to cheat the folks around
Lake Palastine (seven miles south of Olustee, FL) out of their land. The timber men bought off some
for nothing and burned the rest out of house and home. I was a young’n when my grandparents told
me this story.
TURPENTINE
Years after the timber baron land grab, turpentine camps sprang up all over north Florida. Like the
coal mines of the Appalachia these camps were centered around “company stores”. They became
hellish prisons for those who couldn’t afford better or for the many who had become entangled in
store “debt”. When my daddy was a boy he worked for the Hercules powder camp drawing up
lightered stumps from where present day Interstate 10 now sits but thankfully he never had to “deal”
with the company store.
A WOMAN
I was asked to write some songs for Cassandra Wilson and this was one of them. In the end the song
wasn’t used so I decided to change a few words and sing it myself. The lyrics all fall back to me being
raised around and by strong women. There’s nothing scarier, wilder or more attractive.
MISSISSIPPI
With so many bad things said and written about Mississippi these days (i.e.: the recent smart-ass
comments from a U.S. senator) it was my pleasure to give my own (from the outside looking in)
opinion of a beautiful place that’s produced so much great music and so many great people.
THE SUN IS SHINING DOWN
A tribute to those surreal moments in life when everything clicks. A beautiful sunset, hearing the
wind whistle through the high piney woods, or a warm night with the call of a limpkin echoing
the silence. These moments take me back to time and place I will never see again but I will never
forget them either. Home.
GOODBYE
Sometimes the very thing that does you the most harm is the hardest thing to part from.