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About FreshDeerMeat.com
A few years back a handful of fool-hardy West Country types became strangely obsessed with the ways of the Mountain Men. We aren't really sure why but it's most likely because we all grew too lazy to shave and it just seemed like the most natural of all progressions. We gobbled up books that talked heartily of the romance of back-country living. All chopping and digging and climbing and finger-shredding self-sufficiency. We obsessed about the music of the great outdoors, spending an unnatural amount of time talking utter, utter drivel about folk, Americana and any other acoustic-y music where people sing with their eyes closed.
Over pints and emails a blog-then-website was born that followed this particular rural theme and basically gave us the farcical opportunity to put our illiterate musical musings onto a website. We named it Fresh Deer Meat.com. Blame Indian Creek Chronicles. For 3 years now it's lived a charmed life on the edge of extinction, read by a criminally small but loyal readership who like to purr about things like lap steels and rusty harmonicas.
We update the site scandalously irregularly and always promise ourselves at the start of each month that we'll do more. We never do. We also, when time permits and the right artists come to town, involve ourselves in a wee bit of filmed acoustic sessionary that is as homemade and as lo-fi as it's possible to be without actually drawing pictures of the artist with crayons, humming their songs and filming that for 5 minutes. We only do these occasionally, we like to do them in rather unique locations you see, but they're mighty good fun. We also do sporadic reviews, have lots of guest columns and writers and try to link away to news stories on other fine websites (who are far, far better at this whole mallarky than us) that we think might tickle your fancy.
So that's pretty much FDM.com. If you have any questions, want to send us some music (physically or digitally) or fancy contributing to the site then it's best to email matt at freshdeermeat dot com. Please DO NOT send Mp3s via email as it buggers up our inboxes - use Soundcloud instead, it's the bee's knees.
So long and happy reading. x
Over pints and emails a blog-then-website was born that followed this particular rural theme and basically gave us the farcical opportunity to put our illiterate musical musings onto a website. We named it Fresh Deer Meat.com. Blame Indian Creek Chronicles. For 3 years now it's lived a charmed life on the edge of extinction, read by a criminally small but loyal readership who like to purr about things like lap steels and rusty harmonicas.
We update the site scandalously irregularly and always promise ourselves at the start of each month that we'll do more. We never do. We also, when time permits and the right artists come to town, involve ourselves in a wee bit of filmed acoustic sessionary that is as homemade and as lo-fi as it's possible to be without actually drawing pictures of the artist with crayons, humming their songs and filming that for 5 minutes. We only do these occasionally, we like to do them in rather unique locations you see, but they're mighty good fun. We also do sporadic reviews, have lots of guest columns and writers and try to link away to news stories on other fine websites (who are far, far better at this whole mallarky than us) that we think might tickle your fancy.
So that's pretty much FDM.com. If you have any questions, want to send us some music (physically or digitally) or fancy contributing to the site then it's best to email matt at freshdeermeat dot com. Please DO NOT send Mp3s via email as it buggers up our inboxes - use Soundcloud instead, it's the bee's knees.
So long and happy reading. x
