Maeri Ferguson

There is something about having your home entirely upended that makes you homesick for just about any place you go. Seeing the routines, people going about their lives, the mundanity, could all feel especially romantic when all that you’ve counted on to be consistent goes away. “I’ll fall

Jonny Fritz long ago established himself as a kind of reliable clown of country music, recording genuinely great songs that always toed the line of absurdity. A master of people-watching and zooming in on the funniest details of the mundane—the gravity of trash pick-up day, the characters that frequent

Neko Case is a fighter, as evidenced by decades of some of the most subversive songwriting in a generation, and her force majeure of a memoir, The Harder I Fight, The More I Love You, released earlier this year. Case’s ninth LP, Neon Grey Midnight Green, feels like a

It takes a certain constitution to make it in a road-dog outfit like slacker-twangers The Pink Stones, and after some turnover, frontman Hunter Pinkston seems to have found the sweet spot with his current lineup. The band’s latest, Thank the Lord…it’s The Pink Stones, finds the fivesome

When Kathleen Edwards released 2020’s excellent Total Freedom after nearly a decade’s pause in new music, it was like meeting an artist for the first time. Its follow-up, Billionaire, on the other hand, feels more like she never left. With Jason Isbell and Gena Johnson at the producing