It's AWZ the Band Not the Land.
That Bluesy Place just before a sunrise
Cool quiet morning air with faint sounds of life.
Refreshing Insanity with a touch of confusion
The not knowing what to expect next
Adrenaline Rising from Suspence.
Never Disapointing, All Knowing, Shameless,
Unpredictable, Traveling Minstrel, Gypsy,
The Honest Vagabond.
A walk of life or a ... read more
AWZ is a Guitarist from the Steel Country. Born Jeffrey Spencer Cox on October 9th 1960 The day he was brought home The Pittsburgh Pirate Baseball team won the Pennant. Born into an already established musical family. Raised by his widowed mother A Rhythm Guitarist, Writer, & Singer, that fronted her Own Rhythm & Blues Band "the Betty Anne Veriety Band " Packing local bars & halls up until the Time cancer took her life on her Birthday Surrounded by her 6 Loving Children. She is still A powerful inspiration in my life Without A Doubt one of the unrecognized greats. AWZ is a writer of story songs as he calls them. This is how he sums up his life in a song. Windy Gypsy Blues By AWZ You know I've seen a lot of things my friends, from here to Timbuktu. Traveled around this big blue ball, Crying these Windy Gypsy Blues. Regrets are few if dreams are followed, That is the Gypsies Creed. Embracing life seizing the day, That,s all a Gypsy needs. A Winds Gypsy Daunting Rhythm, Blows through every living thing. Only few awaken, When they hear that Gypsy sing. I heard Her song quite early on, Her melody so sweet. No promises to be broken, True passion without deceit. A lot of people sayin', They can relate to my pros. They know line for line, every song just how it goes. I've been called the story teller, I am honored by the jest. Honestly I'm just a vagabond, With a guitar on my chest. A Winds Gypsy Daunting Rhythm, Blows through every living thing. Only few awaken, When they hear that Gypsy sing. It's true I've seen the living stories, That inspire some of my songs. A tragic end, a new beginning, The rights and all the wrongs. In every life there is A story, And a Gypsy trying to get free. Just look around with open eyes, At all the puppets on their strings. Lives I've seen from A distance, Are but echoes of the lives I've encountered near. Every story different, Or so they may appear. Maybe I saw a couple kissing, On a park bench in the sun. That reminded me of a love I lost, By not knowing she was the one. And that Windy Gypsy Rhythm, Blows through every living thing. If by chance you hear it, Awaken when that Gypsy starts to sing. AWZ is also Sole Proprietor of Cox Production A Multi Media Company Since 1989