Lou Beach

From the first line of Lou Beach’s bio, you know whom you’re meeting. He begins with, “I was born on a mountaintop in Tennessee, killed me a bear when I was only three. No, wait…” For those of you who have no idea why that makes us smile with such nostalgic delight, that line is a truncation of the first verse from the song, DAVY CROCKETT, one of the all-time, ultimate folk tunes highlighting the glory of an American legend. And it’s completely apropos.

Lou is as America as it gets, both in the lyrical and literal sense. He is an immigrant from Germany, Polish by heritage, young and wide-eyed when he came over the big pond, and full of a joie de vivre that makes you want to join him on his journey. And his journey is so real, so right that you can’t help but connect with it.

He’s worked his way through so much. No studio executive, no silver spoon kid, but someone who went out, experienced life and started doing art, because he wanted to—had to. He’s not classically trained, but his heart is in every collage, album and CD cover you see. And that’s where good art—something Lou definitely delivers—moves you. Not your head… but down to your toes, up your spine and deep into that muscle that lives in your chest. And Lou understands and delivers that, hardcore.

Yep, he’s created cover art for CD’s, albums—tons of stuff you’d remember and know. Let’s not forget his glorious multi-eyed cover of Jeff’s SLEEPING TAPES album and his creative contribution to the LIFE IS BUT A DREAM sleep-in — again with his old buddy, Jeff. And Lou’s writing? Well, that’s the second act that has Gatsby’s scribe eating a bit of old-fashioned crow. Because it’s lush and full of the whimsy that makes Lou Beach so original and so real.