I love Brian Cullman’s last album, the magnificent All Fires the Fire. First time I heard it I thought, how the hell is he going to follow that!? It was a one of a kind project full of soaring orchestral […]
I love Brian Cullman’s last album, the magnificent All Fires the Fire. First time I heard it I thought, how the hell is he going to follow that!? It was a one of a kind project full of soaring orchestral […]
A hauntingly beautiful song, soundtrack to a romantic and real emotional tragedy, wherein two performance artists and lovers for twelve years part ways by walking from opposite ends of the Great Wall of China to meet in the middle for […]
The days of the coal miner’s daughter are past. We passed them long ago and didn’t even notice. No more coal dust on gown or blackened fingernails. No more carrying water from the well or relieving oneself in outside structures. […]
It was 1970 and I was incarcerated in military hell, or what I perceived as such, when I happened upon a thumbnail review of Timber’s Part of What You Hear album in a copy of either Stereo Review or High Fidelity magazine. […]
The more I find out about Brock Zeman, the more fascinated I am by the circle of friends he has. Here, he performs “Sweat” with cohort Blair Hogan and mentions Arthur Barnes, who owns the venue, and Tom House, musician—- […]
There was a time, way back in the Stone Age of music, when David Bullock was an up-and-comer on the folk circuit of Fort Worth/Dallas/Houston, sharing the stage with the likes of Jerry Jeff Walker, Guy Clark, and Townes Van […]
Sam Morrow and I have been friends for a few years now, not that I’ve ever met him. Eric Corne over at Forty Below Records told me to listen and I did and found a talent buried by circumstance but […]
If you have toddlers around or just love good folk/country-oriented music, I’ve got something for you. It seems like only yesterday that Goodnight Songs came via USPS to set me straight about Margaret Wise Brown and her poems for children— […]
I laugh when I think of how finding music these days is like searching for crawdads in Sewer Creek back in the old hometown. It seemed like some days the creek was empty of all life except water skippers, but […]
Tom House has demons. You can hear it in his music and his voice and especially his lyrics. He sounds border radio and the Great Depression and the backwoods church and probably smells mostly like whiskey or maybe moonshine. He […]