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Souled American - Honing the art of self-cultivation

"You can magnify beauty, take it apart, see how it got to be so damn pretty. You take a song and you look at it real close, and what happens? Well, first of all, you have to slow it down a bit to really hear what's going

Junior Brown With The Last Mile Ramblers - Fiesta de Los Cerrillos (Cerrillos, NM)

The drunk guy bellowing, "Junior Brown! Junior Brown!" before the music started obviously was a relatively new fan of the deep-voiced singer who invented the guit-steel. Brown's longtime fans in these parts know him and refer to him by the name he now says he hates:

Dwight Yoakam - A Long Way Home / Various Artists - Will Sing For Food: The Songs Of Dwight Yoakam

Quick -- name three Dwight Yoakam songs. Not as easy as you'd think, is it? Nothing against the man's songwriting abilities, but let's face facts here: "Songwriting" is not the first word that leaps to mind when one ponders the components of

John Fahey - America

The John Fahey canon is a decreasingly mysterious thing. For that, you can thank Fantasy Records. Over the past year or so, Fantasy has reissued some of Fahey's most obscure and mythologized releases from his own Takoma label. While Blind Joe Death and The Voice Of The Turtle

Mary McCaslin - Way Out West

"I tried to be a cowboy but I could not hold a gun," sang Mary McCaslin on her 1973 album Way Out West. Her confession was literal as well as metaphorical. McCaslin first fell under the spell of TV westerns and the gunfighter ballads of Marty Robbins when

Sandy Denny - Gold Dust: Live at the Royalty - The Final Concert

Sandy Denny possessed a truly singular voice. To her, it was both a gift and a burden. She spent her 31 years seeking companionship; from her parents, her bandmates, her lovers, her daughter, anyone who could buffer her intense shyness and insecurity. But despite her best attempts, Denny lived a

Hammons Family - The Traditions Of A West Virginia Family And Their Friends

Among my most vivid memories are those of Saturday evenings with my family: My father played clawhammer banjo as my mother and sisters would sing "Go Tell Aunt Rhody" or "Worried Man Blues". Those songs weren't handed down across generations of Kastens -- my