Henry Carrigan

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'

Stephen Stills has never been reluctant to raise his voice in song when he sees “something happening here/what it is ain’t exactly clear.” On December 5, 1966, Buffalo Springfield recorded those now-classic, and often-repeated words, from Stills’ song “For What It’s Worth.” Although the song quickly became

In 1974, the Charlie Daniels Band released “The South Gonna Do It,” which quickly became an anthem celebrating the rise and then-growing popularity of a style of music that became known as Southern rock. That phrase most often referred to a loose confederation of bands and singers hailing from Georgia,