Henry Carrigan

I stopped listening to the Eagles, one of my favorite bands in the early and mid-70s, when Hotel California came out. Maybe it was the loss of Bernie Leadon and Randy Meisner and the addition of Joe Walsh—whom I had seen in the early '70s when he opened

Van Morrison – you either love him or hate him. Although, just maybe, there's one Van Morrison song that, no matter how people feel about him, brings back memories of a certain time and place in their life whenever it comes on the radio or when someone drops the

It’s no secret that Bloomsbury’s 33 1/3 series has, since its beginning 12 years ago, become a critical darling. The series is often highly praised for publishing affectionate fans’ notes on well-known and obscure music, or just unusual takes, such as John Darnielle’s novella about a

In early 2015, Andrae Crouch died. There’s room for a good biography of Crouch, and maybe someday we’ll have one (or perhaps one is in the works, unbeknownst to me). He brought gospel music into a new age, and stands at the fount of the genre that eventually

By now, the story is familiar: angry folk music purists were incensed at Bob Dylan, whom they had begun to revere as an eccentric, but ingenious, songwriter. Like a Messianic figure, he had come out of nowhere to New York City, assuming the mantle of a prophet (not that he

During a performance in Chicago last month, Emmylou Harris told Rodney Crowell that he was starting a song in the wrong key. He glided into his response: “She remembers the keys, but I remember all the words.” Indeed, after 40 years of friendship and collaboration, Harris and Crowell have grown