Rodney Crowell - Born on the Bayou
One morning in the summer of 1956, when Rodney Crowell was not quite six years old, his father rousted him from bed before dawn and hustled him into the back seat of a borrowed 1949 Ford. Three cane fishing poles leaned out the window of the jet-black, white-walled roadster, and
Nevermind the Slackers, Here's the Loafers
While nowadays it's hard to view the latter half of the '70s through anything but the safety-pinned lenses of punk, at the time there were pockets of resistance blissfully unaffected by the Sex Pistols and their unholy spawn.
Back then, up in the Smoky Mountains, news from
Danny Flowers - Vine ripened
Despite coming of age in the late-'60s/early-'70s -- when seemingly every other lead guitar player with a few months of spotlighted solos under his belt would split off to front his own band -- exemplary guitarist and first-rate songwriter Danny Flowers has waited until the
Moises "Blondie" Calderon: 1940 to 2000
No one who has seen Ray Price & the Cherokee Cowboys in the past three decades will forget the band's pianist, Blondie Calderon. Besides serving as leader and arranger for one of the most respected bands in American popular music, Calderon also traded gibes with Price throughout the
Billy Joe Shaver - Salt Of The Earth
Wait long enough and Billy Joe Shaver's entire catalogue will be in print, at least for an instant. Which in itself is a striking endorsement of the work of a gifted songwriter who has never more than waved at commercial success as a singer.
Salt Of The Earth,
Kris Kristofferson - Self-Titled
"If it sounds country, man, that's what it is. It's a country song." That's Kris Kristofferson talking, just before launching into "Me And Bobby McGee", one of the greatest country songs -- hell, one of the greatest songs -- ever.