You can hear that
onstage electricity
in full roar on
Live - Wherever You
Are, Ingram’s
first release on
Nashville’s new Big
Machine label. The
company is the
brainchild of
industry vet Scott
Borchetta and
country superstar
Toby Keith, in whom
Ingram has found an
unlikely kindred
spirit. “He says
what he means, he
does it his way and
he takes a stand,”
says Ingram. “It’s
great to be a part
of that, because
that’s how I’ve
always been as well.
I know exactly who I
am and what I want
to sound like.”
I never really played music for fun,” he recalls. “It’s a release for me, and it always has been. Not just playing it, listening to it. I remember going to sleep with headphones on in high school, listening to Willie Nelson. At some point, when I was 17 or 18 years old, I quit being able to listen to the music without seeing myself playing it. I wanted to be a part of it.”So he asked his friends who played in bands to show him a few guitar chords, and he was off. His first songs, he remembers, were “dear-diary journal entries,” but he quickly grew more artful and canny. Soon, he worked up the nerve to ask for a Tuesday-night slot at Adair’s Saloon in Dallas. “I didn’t want my songs to sit in my room,” he says. “I wanted to give them to other people and let them be affected by them, the same way I’m affected by other people’s songs.”Affected they were. Ingram’s Adair’s crowd grew from random regulars who ignored the guy onstage to packed houses hanging on his every note. “It started with just four friends, my roommates and my brother,” he laughs. “They told two friends, and so on and so on and so on. It finally became people I didn’t know and hadn’t met yet.” As Ingram’s audience grew, he moved on to the Texas dancehall circuit—places like the legendary Gruene Hall, where Live – Wherever You Are was recorded. “In Texas dancehalls, you can get as outlaw honky-tonk as you want, or as quiet, singer-songwriter folk as you want,” observes Ingram. He chose both, leavening the hard-charging attack of his crack Beat-Up Ford Band with introspective, thoughtful lyrics. In 1993, he recorded a few songs and pressed them onto a CD to sell to the fans at his shows—largely college students. “I put it out in November and sold a few hundred of them,” he explains. “Then they all go home for Christmas, and by the time they come back, your music has spread like a virus all over the country. I started getting calls from people in Alabama, South Texas, Louisiana, Oklahoma. That’s how it spread.”Since then, Ingram’s reach has grown steadily but surely. “Now it’s ages from 6 to 60 at the shows,” he says. “Hippies, outlaws, rednecks, preppies. It’s a cross-section of America I’m looking at now.” He has broadened his horizons to include his own annual “Real. American. Music. Festival” outside San Antonio, Texas, and his own weekly radio show that he hosts on one of the nation’s biggest country stations, KPLX “The Wolf” in Dallas. This weekly show also airs nationally on XM Satellite Radio’s channel 12. He’s even branched out into acting, appearing as the romantic lead in friend Lee Ann Womack’s hit “I May Hate Myself in the Morning” video (“I guess I was just ugly enough to fit the bill,” he laughs). Now Jack Ingram is ready to expand his audience even further, to reach all of America with his music—and finally, all the elements necessary to make that happen seem to be in place. “I’ve always thought that if something seems too good to be true, it probably is,” he says. “But I just can’t bring myself to say this is too good to be true. It just feels really good, it feels very real to me. It feels right. This is just the beginning."
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