Grant Britt

It's a gathering of royalty, but you won't find this bunch up on thrones. With juke joints as the dream team Memphis Royal Brothers’ palaces, stages are about as elevated as they get. But the music takes it higher, to a level suitable for kings and

Charlie Overbey has had a fistful of labels hung on him over his career: Cowpunker, rocker, outlaw countryman, Americanan, and even hatmaker. But Overbey opens his latest, In Good Company, with “Punk Rock Spy,” containing his own descriptor: "The punk rock spy in the house of the honky tonk

Billy Strings had to throw a tantrum to get his first real guitar. Exposed to dad and friends jamming in the kitchen of the family trailer from the vantage point of his high chair, Strings was gifted a toy guitar at the age of 3. A year later he spotted

J.P. Soars has always turned heads wherever he shows up to play. Opening for Johnny Winter a few years back, the singer and guitarist held the crowd in place for his entire set and made a bucketload of new converts due to his originality and versatility. There is no

As befits a wandering troubadour, Marques Morel has a plethora of tales from the road. The Illinois native has polished his world-weary persona over decades of drifting, speaking the language of the street, voicing the thoughts of the down and out as only one who has lived the life can

Jenny Don't must have gotten tangled up in Wanda Jackson's DNA somewhere along the line. Cowpunkery is Don’t’s advertised stock-in-trade, but Jackson’s rockabilly heart bleeds into her music like a busted artery squirting in all directions. For her latest, Broken Hearted Blue, Don&