“Uncle Ezra Ray,” you say, a long-buried spark igniting. “Uncle Ezra Ray like—”
Yes. Like that. Exactly like that. Exactly like, Uncle Kracker and Sugar “Mark McGrath” Ray and the guy from Better Than Ezra, a.k.a. Kevin Griffin—or, for our purposes, “Ezra”—have gone off and done it again, by which I mean, they’ve gotten into one of those carnival booths with all the fake money swirling around, except instead of air pumping in the booth it’s Cool Water and instead of money it’s music notes, and when the sweet creative whirlwind ceased the three of them had fused together into a countrified ‘90s supergroup whose name recalls nothing so much as “alt-radio slavecatcher,” i.e. Uncle Ezra Ray.
It me, Uncle Ezra. It you, Ezra Ray. It us—say it with me: UNCLE EZRA RAY.
Before we get to the hits (and oh, do they have them) let’s briefly recap who we’re dealing with. via some recent concert photos of the party people in question. First, Uncle Ray:
I know it’s not mine but I’ll see if I can use it for a weekend or a one-night stand, am I right?!
Second, Uncle Uncle:
All my bros at the Butterfinger Tune Corner ready to put on your party diaper? I thought so.(Reminder that Uncle Kracker is a 41-year-old convicted assaulter-of-women named Matthew Shafer whose rise to fame can be traced back to a fateful DJ competition in Michigan, in which his older brother competed against one Robert Ritchie, later to be known as Kid Rock. Wow!)
Finally, our dark horse, Uncle Ezra:
In the words of Russ Hanneman: “This guy fucks.” One fact about Kevin Griffin is that he co-wrote Howie Day’s “Collide,” which is the musical equivalent of a promposal and also the worst part of Arcade Fire’s “Afterlife.” Another fun fact about Kevin Griffin is that “Desperately Wanting” still SLAPS!
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