Biography of Dauphin.
JDB and R.M. Mitchell IV met in Laramie, Wyoming, in 2013. There have been no fistfights between us, yet. So, that’s good. Both raised by gospel singing families. So there’s some empathy there. Our dogs are fairly worthless. We are in pre production for recording right now–trying to shape the songs, realize them. Should have an album out by late Fall. When not playing as a duo we’re honored to share the stage with some remarkable musicians.
The Dauphin of Mississippi
When he was 16, following the death of his mother, Mississippi J was lucky enough to see Guy Clark singing “Boats to Build” on television. He’d been doing nothing, and might still be doing nothing with his life, was it not for that moment. It was a simple song, far from Clark’s best, but it moved him in such a way that he dedicated his life to learning to write songs ever since–hopefully, songs that move people the way he was once moved. His father was the King of Carolina and taught him how to build castles. His mother’s blood was pure honey, and when the wind is right he can hear her playing the piano. He fled the salt air of Mississippi’s coast some time ago after much disruption and now makes his home in the high rocky mountain plains of Wyoming, reading books, chasing trout in the cool, clear streams and pheasant with his bird dog Boot. They keep asking when he’s coming home, but when he’s in the mountains or on the river he’s sure he’s there already.
The Dauphin of Joliet
Exiled from Illinois after marrying a common girl from south London with radical political views, R.M. Mitchell can now be found haunting the taverns of Laramie, Wyoming, asking questions that make strangers uncomfortable, talking about his dog, or playing his guitar better than you’d expect, by the sight of him. He often complains of living “in town,” and longs to be back in the countryside, where Bowie could run free–and by running free, he means tied up outside Woods Landing, where he rediscovered his love of music. He enjoys games of chance and sports of all stripes, and may be the luckiest person you’ll ever meet. Do not bet against the Dauphin of Joliet; he’ll leave with your watch.