Rock Eupora

"The Mississippi-raised, Nashville-based artist makes a unique blend of gritty, self-produced rock and shimmering pop."
- The FADER

"The show consisted of 80 of the most impressive minutes of music I’ve seen in a while, and if Waller wrote his latest album alone with his thoughts and his beliefs, he’s translated the personal into something that has the potential to go worldwide."
- Nashville Scene

"Emotive lyricism, lush arrangements, and soulful confessions...[Pick At The Scab] captures Waller’s trademark euphoric melodies and joyous energy. Yet, it also feels like an evolution of his sound."
- Under The Radar

"… hook-heavy, harmony-laden Beatles/Beach Boys sound."
- Grammy

"Breezy folk-pop… he’s taken such feelings and made them into a an upbeat, sunny tune"
- Queerty

"… a perfect blend of infectious guitars, unforgettable melodies, and an overall dreamy sound.."
- Substream Magazine

“Mississippi's Clayton Waller muddies his Nashville shine with nostalgic indie rock and heart-on-sleeve power-pop (think Marshall Crenshaw and Big Star), sprinkled with bittersweet hooks and trebly riffs.”
- The Gambit

 

bIO

Clayton Waller, the Mississippi-raised, Nashville-based artist known as Rock Eupora, creates a heartfelt blend of gritty rock and shimmering pop. Since 2014, Waller has developed his ‘fuzz pop’ sound with 5 full-length albums, three EPs, and a smattering of singles – which he has written, performed, and produced himself.

The new album REV grew out of the last few years of heartbreak, hope, and the slow work of becoming whole. These songs lean into the mystery of how suffering can lead to joy, how trust can be rebuilt, and how faith can feel like letting go. It’s an honest look at living authentically against the odds.

 

new album REV out March 5th

 

HERE LIES ROCK EUPORA.

Rock Eupora’s Clayton Waller was living like anyone else would. He had his job, his apartment, his friends, and his little dog, Daisy. All pretty straightforward stuff. A black-and-white kind of life.

He also had his music: four albums of material, stretching all the way back to his college days. That seemed to be going fine, too, until one day, when something changed.

He was walking with Daisy down his black-and-white street through his black-and-white neighborhood, and he was trying to hum a tune. That’s weird, he thought, I just had it right there in my head…

Before he could try to summon the tune again, a great thunderclap filled the air. Then another. BOOM! A sweeping gust of wind sent black-and-white leaves swirling across the black-and-white sky.

A tornado! he shouted to Daisy over the howling winds. Run!

They booked it back home. He yanked on the door handle, but it was locked.

Hey! he shouted. Please! Help! He banged on the door. Daisy barked. Is anyone there?

The tornado raged and screamed. No one came. They turned and ran, pushing against the wind, until they found an old black-and-white shed unlocked and jumped inside. The door banged shut behind them, and in an instant, the shed was lifted off the ground, swirling up into the sky.

Daisy, hold on! Clayton shouted. As the shed swept through the atmosphere, twisting and turning, he could barely keep his thoughts straight. What was that tune? Will I ever sing again? Where did my friends go? How will I get home?

Suddenly, without warning, the shed landed with a heavy thud and Clayton came to, lying on his back, dizzy and reeling. The noise outside had stopped.

Did I die? he asked. Daisy only looked at him. Where are we

He got up and approached the door of the shed, certain he would walk out into the afterlife and see his gravestone: HERE LIES ROCK EUPORA. IT WAS A GOOD RUN WHILE IT LASTED.

Instead, he emerged into a world of bright technicolor wonder. Sparkling blue sky, fluffy white clouds, electric green grass, and, sure, even a yellow brick road. Everything was bursting with all the colors of the rainbow, so bright at first he had to shield his eyes.

Then came another noise, a low rumbling from the distance.

Oh no, here we go again…

But instead of a storm, a shadowy figure on a gleaming chrome motorcycle came speeding up the road, the engine growling. With a screech the figure halted his bike right in front of Clayton.

Come on, he said, let’s get moving.

Aren’t you supposed to be, like, a witch, or a munchkin or something?

What? No. What, did you think this was The Wizard of Oz?

Well, isn’t it?

Hell no, man! This is your life! The figure extended a hand. Let’s ride! 

Clayton looked at Daisy, who barked and hopped up onto the back of the seat.

Where are we going?

The figure shrugged. That’s the thing about the road, man. Who can say? Maybe we’ll find some tunes. Maybe some friends. Maybe some love. But we gotta ride to go find it.

Clayton thought for one moment longer. The colors were endlessly vibrant, the road inviting. 

He took the hand and hopped aboard to the sound of the engine roaring to life.

HEAT.

SPEED,

LOVE.

POWER.

JOY.

REV. 

blurb by Tom Markham

 

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