Henry Carrigan

When I heard the news that Gregg Allman died, I immediately pulled out his album Laid Back and listened to it over and over, especially the songs “All My Friends,” “These Days,” and “Will the Circle Be Unbroken?” I’d never again see Gregg Allman play and sing those songs,

Peter Cooper, the Senior Director, Producer, and Writer at the Country Music Hall of Fame, hits home runs every time he steps up to the plate. When he was covering music for the Tennessean, you could count on Cooper to deliver humorous, perceptive tales of country musicians and their foibles.

In the now-infamous country anthem of loss (whose words regrettably ring truer with each passing year) “Who’s Gonna Fill Their Shoes,” George Jones warbles about those singers who “tear your heart out when they sing” like one in particular, “the outlaw that walks through Jesse’s dream.” Most folks

In his often entertaining, sometimes flat-as-pavement new memoir, Change of Seasons, John Oates energetically delivers a portrait of an artist as a man in search, superficially at least, of himself. Oates displays his typical manic energy in these pages as he jumps from his childhood and youth in New York

Throw a rock from anywhere you’re standing in Texas, and you’re bound to hit a songwriter. Like churches, there’s a singer-songwriter on every corner in every town of the Lone Star republic. Simply to list the names of recent artists would fill the pages of a book:

Back in May 1978, I walked into the cool, dark, Rialto Theater in Atlanta, not knowing exactly what to expect. We arrived a little late, so the film had already begun; the Band had just kicked off “It Makes No Difference,” with Rick Danko’s plaintive vocals, Garth Hudson'