Peter Blackstock

"I'll ride with you tonight, I'll ride forever/There's no way to predict this kind of weather." It's the kind of opening line that sets a tone, sticks with you, serves as a harbinger that something significant is looming on

Perhaps my hopes are just too high for Martin Zellar, given that his former band the Gear Daddies seemed ultimately one of the best (if most underappreciated) bands the mid-late 80s Minneapolis scene produced. Lost in the shadow of their harder-edged brethren such as the Replacements, Husker Du and Soul

I'd like to think we're missing something, my co-editor and I, when it comes to Jim Lauderdale. Understand that the two of us quite often don't see eye to eye in our musical tastes, a divergence that hopefully helps bring a broader and more

Given that Bob Dylan's catalog has pretty much been interpreted to death by all manner of song stylists by now, an album of all-Dylan covers would seem a rather risky proposition, but Tim O'Brien proves more than up to the task with Red on Blonde. This

You don't usually encounter such wonder from bands so young, bands just putting out their first single. More often than not, the 7-inch is a hint of greater things to come, or merely a sidelighting curiosity. But the two sides here are, quite frankly, two of the better