Grant Lee Buffalo - Jubilee
The first three Grant Lee Buffalo albums were insular affairs. Together, singer/guitarist Grant Lee Phillips, drummer/percussionist Joey Peters and bassist/keyboardist/producer Paul Kimble fashioned a self-sufficient musical workshop as impervious to pop fashion as a sharecropper is to the vicissitudes of life in the big city.
Todd Snider - Viva Satellite
I believe Todd Snider's an alright guy, and this is an alright album. Only thing is, it could have been a darn fine album if it wasn't cluttered up by so much filler.
The first sign of weak material is a useless cover of a song
Waylon Jennings - Closing In On the Fire
Claire is up to her dainties in headlines and deadlines, perpetually prolificking her pulchritudinally printable prosaics, but the missive Mister (in his shummer sorts, no less is more) just hove through my alcove and C-deposited Waylon Jennings' 72nd like a prisoner release. And so, while I am like
Johnny Cash / Willie Nelson - VH1 Storytellers
It's the K.I.S.S. formula (not the rock band, but "keep it simple, stupid") -- two stools, two guitars, and two of country's biggest superstars playing live in a casual, acoustic setting, a pair of old friends swapping songs and stories. A sure-
Stoney Edwards - The Best of Stoney Edwards: Poor Folks Stick Together
With the success of Charley Pride, major labels were, however briefly, emboldened to look for black country talent. Stoney Edwards was all three, a multi-ethnic artist whose resume included bootlegging, major health problems, and a lifetime of hard, honest work. Born in Seminole, Oklahoma (but discovered at a Bay
Hammons Family - The Traditions Of A West Virginia Family And Their Friends
Among my most vivid memories are those of Saturday evenings with my family: My father played clawhammer banjo as my mother and sisters would sing "Go Tell Aunt Rhody" or "Worried Man Blues". Those songs weren't handed down across generations of Kastens -- my father