The Floating Men are a long-time local Nashville band that almost made good in the mid-90’s but appear to have continued a modestly successful career independant of the mainstream (or, God forbid, Music Row)anyway. My friends and I saw them many times in our mispent youths at the historic 12th & Porter theater where we were able to dine on pasta with exotic sausages and cajun cream sauce and long island iced tea during the shows. By way of explanation for their enduring appeal, posted from MySpace:
“The burden of the South’s tragically beautiful history is reflected in Jeff Holmes’ lyrics, where Holmes brilliantly, playfully, and reverently portrays the absurdities and contrasts of the South. From plantations backed up against the parking lot of the Paradise disco which is “choking on vines” to the town drunks and the voodoo women who prowl the South, as well as the ornate chandeliers hanging in abandoned mansions, Holmes’ lyrics and, seemingly his heart, are enrapt by the South much like kudzu imprisons southern roadways. Paying homage to Faulkner with “A Rose for Emily” and other lyrics, Holmes also echoes Tennessee Williams in that he is always championing the disenfranchised and those on the fringes with his lyrical parade of Southern gothic and grotesque characters. Finally, in the steps of the mighty southern word slingers before him, Holmes humorously gives life to the poor, white trash of the South (See “Scrawny Little Outlaw” and others); however, these characters serve in juxtaposition to other characters like the uppity church ladies and the underhanded pillar of the church. These characters are poor, trashy, and often a little more than left of center, but Holmes’ characterization of these folks is almost forgiving in that these people, regardless of the scorn they receive, wake everyday with the knowledge of who they are and never apologize for it. Jeff Holmes, through his reverence to words and his profound love of the South, inspired me to teach English, and he taught me how to be proud of being southern.”
– Dr. Gwendolyn N. Hale, Ph.D
Presenting the song Abandoned Mansions from the album A Magnificent Man.
“The past is never over. In fact, it’s not even past.” – William Faulkner