The Great A-Merritt-can Songbook!
What’s the male equivalent of a chanteuse?
A chanteur? A bard? A troubadour? A balladeer? Merritt Fields doesn’t care what you call him so long as you do. He’s Johnny-on-the-spot. Your erstwhile plus-one. Inquire within. |
Welcome
You've discovered the handy guide to my sonic hinterlands in the golden spread of West Texas. Head to the videos section for the visual odyssey that accompanies the sounds. |
Announcing: The Meretricious LP
The tawdry tale of a suburban gigolo who looks exactly like me. A Trololo man-Trollop. These songs are an honest-to-God release. The best I can do at this time. Wearing every hat myself. Could it be better with other players? Certainly. This one's all me though. A fuzzy warm blanket holding the thread of all my rock and roll fantasies. Qu’est ce que tu Ponce, cher? |
New releases: Flora
A collection of soothing sonic ambience. Colorful and organic. Evocative of VHS memories and transient ephemera. 粋な。 |
made with love in Amarillo, Texas