Grant Britt

“Bluegrass will not let me leave,” Peter Rowan insists. But that doesn't mean he’ll be confined by any boundaries that fans, critics, or artists may put on the genre. Rowan has impeccable bluegrass cred, having been a member of Bill Monroe's Blue Grass Boys as

Charlie Musselwhite must have access to some magic formula unavailable to the rest of us mere mortals. His music is timeless, his voice virtually unchanged since he started putting out music six decades ago. He's toured and recorded with a stellar array of artists as diverse as Hot

Xavier Dphrepaulezz has tried on a closet full of personas. As his alter ego Fantastic Negrito, he has been a shape-shifting shaman sewn up in the skin of a preacher, funkateer, soothsayer, bluesman, poet, roots doctor, rocker, and prognosticator. Now you can add revolutionary archivist to his list of inhabited

When you're one of 11 children, you gotta do something to stand out. Kenny Neal chose music, picking up instruments he found lying around his Baton Rouge, Louisiana, household. Dad Raful was a prominent blues harpist heavily influenced by Chicago blues icon Little Walter. By the time he

It was a match made in heaven, a dream come true for fans and performers alike. The 2011 summertime concert at Levon Helm’s Barn in Woodstock featuring Helm and gospel icon Mavis Staples was a celestial express with Mavis and Helm holding the throttle wide open. Carry Me Home,

Leyla McCalla provides a tantalizing glimpse into her Haitian roots through her infectious rhythms and velvety crooning on her latest project, Breaking the Thermometer. But the smooth texture reveals a rough surface underneath. The lilting melodies support a lyrical structure full of pain and corruption, but imbued with a fiery