Grant Britt

Plays well with others. If Billy Strings still got a report card, that box would not only be checked but starred, bolded, underlined, and crammed with exclamation marks. The youthful stringpuller, who just turned 30 last month, has already racked up an eclectic resume packed with collaborations with artists as

Poet, soothsayer, boss, shaman, future of rock and roll: Bruce Springsteen has had a lot of capes thrown around his shoulders throughout his career. But recently he realized he also had a bespoke accessory, a soulman cape languishing in his wardrobe closet that he wanted to haul out and revisit.

Soul is not dead. It's been slumbering for a while, but in recent years it has been resuscitated by a handful of flamekeepers with the care and the tonsils to bring the music back to its former glory. Pittsburgh native Billy Price has kept the music and sound

Jimmy Hall always sounds like he's about to bust wide open, the music bottled up in him struggling so hard to get out that he can barely contain it. It's like he's in church worshiping a rock-and-roll god, raising all kinds of hell in

Shemekia Copeland has never had any trouble being heard. With her blast furnace, in-your-face delivery, she gets her message across loud and clear. Although she's usually tagged as a blues singer, Copeland transcends that label with a mix of styles including gospel, rock, blues, soul, and, on her