Johnny Falstaff | Live@ The Dirty South

The album Lost in the City Lights, an assemblage that runs the gauntlet between passion and regret. Fashioned around the title track, the songs reverberate with carousing, and resolve with the inevitable consequence.  "The city lights have a strong pull, like a moth to the flame", he adds with an experienced nod, "sometimes you get lucky, sometimes you are just gonna burn".

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An Alice, Texas native, Falstaff was drenched in Tejano music and the classic country gold of the sixties at a tender age. The young family was on the move searching for a place to set down roots and found themselves in a ramshackle shack in the back forty of a ranch near Elroy, Texas. Falstaff reminisces, "I was about four, my uncle had set me on the back of a horse feeding in the barn, when the horse had it's fill, he broke at full speed with me hanging onto the mane and screaming like a banshee. It was over pretty quick, I landed on my head in a briar patch. That was the beginning and the end of my career as a cowboy".  The family landed in Alvin, Texas in 1968 and Falstaff grew up as a child of the seventies, doing the typical seventies things you shouldn't do, and teaching himself to play guitar.