Carelessly careful, Patrick Ames may sound like a mumbler, but he is a songwriter whose dipping voice is much more than a tokenism. “Somehow I’ll Find a Way” is a rambled rouser of confessions; that he isn’t good enough, fast enough, strong enough, or emotionally resonant as the miles and miles of other musicians in Ohio… who seem to be getting gigs faster than Ames’ voice rattles its whimpered screeches.
Somehow, I found a way to like this song. Because as sincere as Patrick is, he gets right to it, singing within the first few seconds after those skittered drums kick in. Take a listen below and let us know what you think!
By the time he starts asking mileage questions to his phone, he found the GPS to my musical tastebuds. He is getting better and better with every project that he releases, and the hang loose Lebowski approach is paying off. At least in my opinion.
Sitting alone between his sets, thinking of whomever he so frequently sings about, Patrick Ames is a dark horse winner amongst the scourge of Ohio giggers who seemingly book shows faster than Lennon and McCartney in 1973.
“My mother sang opera and also in the church choir (I’m a choir brat). My very older brothers listened to 1960s hits and bands, and my father to Pop radio. We were close to Detroit, so it was Motown, Motown, Motown, or Puccini. And for some reason I knew who the songwriters were, like Holland, Dozer, Holland. Then Glen Campbell broke through and I remember adoring him. He had a TV show. He had a guitar and he wrote songs! I still think his Wichita Lineman is extraordinary.”
His age is a badge he wears with honor. How many artists can talk about not fitting in as well as one who truly doesn’t? His brand of Americana is definitely worth listening to, even if you don’t have a fucking clue about how good Gordon Lightfoot was.
