Video: Jack Rose "Kensington Blues"

Contemporary folk music lost one of its brightest stars with the passing of Jack Rose last December. Along with Ben Chasny (Six Organs of Admittance), Sir Richard Bishop, and DC fav James Blackshaw, Rose was counted among the best acoustic guitar players of the post-John Fahey era and was just 38 when his life was tragically cut short by a heart attack. Like Fahey, Rose was fascinated by the music of pre-WWII America, and was highly regarded not only as a musician but as a connoisseur and collector of early recordings. Self-taught on the 6-, 12-string and lap steel guitar, [...]

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Não é propriamente a notícia que mais se goste de receber numa noite de copos, depois de uma boa prestação dos barcelenses Glockenwise no Lounge e da companhia dos amigos. Jack Rose morreu no sábado passado. Tive ocasião de o ver no seu projecto a solo em 2004 e, mais tarde, em 2006, com os Pelt, que não me deixaram, terei que o confessar, grande memória. Ainda assim, a recordação daquela noite

His Kensingston Blues was the record I listened to most in 2005. That year I remember seeing him play in various small venues in Brooklyn and Philadelphia, the temperature in the room always a lit... Continue reading "RIP Jack Rose" >

A founding member of Pelt and, later, a notable solo acoustic guitarist, the Philadelphia-based Jack Rose died of a heart attack at the too too young age of 38 this past weekend. (He'd recently signed to Thrill Jockey to release his tenth solo album Luck In The Valley in February.) Back in 2005, in a piece in Pitchfork, Ben Chasny wrote something about Rose in a Guest List that somehow feels like the most appropriate obituary, one soulful finger-picking virtuoso to another: Continue reading R.I.P. Jack Rose...

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Sorry for the random update, but Three Lobed Recordings is extremely sad to pass along news that our dear friend Jack Rose passed away [Saturday] morning in Philadelphia at the age of 38. This news is still fresh to us and we're still trying to process it. Jack was a warm, caring person and was always a pleasure to be around. His larger than life spirit will truly, truly be missed even moreso than his inspired musical ability. Our deepest sorrow goes out to his wife. Rest in peace, Jack. [...]

... deixou-nos ontem aos 38 anos. R.I.P.

Jack Rose, drone guitarist turned bluesman, has died , reports Arthur Mag. Born in Virginia, Rose was a member of drone act Pelt, working with them across and through their stop-go activity during the 1990s. In 2000, he started to release work under his own name, and taking a totally different direction - a little bit ragtime here, a little bit country there. His career got a boost after an endorsement from Devendra Banhart (a position on the 2004 compilation Golden Apples Of The Sun) and The Wire, who selected his Raag Manifestos as one of 2005's [...]

From Three Lobed Recordings [via TMT ]: Sorry for the random update, but Three Lobed Recordings is extremely sad to pass along news that our dear friend Jack Rose passed away this morning in Philadelphia at the age of 38. This news is still fresh to us and we're still trying to process it. Jack was a warm, caring person and was always a pleasure to be around. His larger than life spirit will truly, truly be missed even moreso than his inspired musical ability. Our deepest sorrow goes out to his wife. [...]

Filed under: News , R.I.P. Jack Rose , a renowned Philadelphia-based acoustic guitarist, has died of a heart attack at 38, the Philadelphia Daily News reports . Rose was born in Virginia in 1971. His professional musical career began in the Richmond noise band Pelt, which formed in 1993. But Rose is best known for his solo work, which he began recording in the early 2000s, releasing numerous EPs and LPs on a number of different labels, most frequently VHF. Rose, who also went by the [...]

Jack Rose is a native of Virginia, but has been a resident of Philadelphia for a few years. He once told me that he prefers the city, with its factories and its arteries, to the pastoral landscapes that I had always assumed he was hearkening to with his acoustic guitar playing.