December 21, 2019
For the last 15 or 20 years or so, I’ve had the privilege of accompanying Tom Pacheco on shows he does in the area three or four times a year. Actually, I’ve traveled as far as Austin to play with Tom, but mostly in the Hudson Valley area. And I’ve got to say, it’s a rare trip preparing and rehearsing, and then finally getting to the performance, the place where Tom’s honesty and integrity, drive and dazzling array of songs all get put on display.
The grit on his guitar and in his hands is often offset by what can then turn to a light, sweet touch as he sings about a broken piano found lying in the desert, or about Juan Romero, the busboy who gave Robert Kennedy Rosary beads as Kennedy lay dying on the hotel floor in 1968.
He’ll regale you with tall tales of D.B. Cooper and Grahame Livingston, the guy, Tom claims, who killed Jack the Ripper.
And he’ll ask you, Why Can’t There Be Peace, implore corrupt leaders to stop committing atrocities in his name, and sing about past times, remembering Greenwich Village in the 60s or Woodstock in ‘the Golden Days,’ and the time when rivers ran clear.
I know he’s not the last troubadour and that there will be others after him. But it’s a dwindling breed, those who come out on stage with just a guitar and a thousand songs.
Tom is one of those. He’s always been and that’s what he’ll always be, singing you the truth.
And it’s more than my pleasure to add some guitar and Dobro to the show…
– Brian Hollander
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