Grant Alden

It seems likely that Jean Ritchie was the first woman  other than my mother  with whom I fell in love. I would have been about five years old and have no memory of what she looked like; worse, I fear she was replaced in my affections by the Peruvian-born wife

As it turns out, a lot of the Seattle class of 1992 (or whatever) is still finding ways to make music -- whether their mostly accidental swing at the big time hit or missed. As one of their ex-girlfriends said, the Supersuckers moved to Seattle from Tucson because they could

In 1974 Emmylou Harris was still alarmingly close to being nobody. Her first album, 1968's Gliding Bird, evaporated when Jubilee Records went out of business a few weeks after its release. (Apparently, this is a blessing.) Her singing partner, friend and mentor, Gram Parsons, had been dead about

The historical record would argue that almost nothing I have to say about Will Oldham, and his various incarnations, should be believed. Years ago I reviewed an early Palace release for Spin, and while I can't remember which record it was, I know the review was a glowing

Truth to tell, this is virtually a new record to these ears. Though this magazine's name comes, in part, from the title of the first Uncle Tupelo album -- and even though, in some quarters, ND was slagged as little more than an Uncle Tupelo fanzine -- we&