To be perfectly honest, I haven’t had a chance to listen to Dustbowl Hangover all the way through, but I didn’t really need to. This is the stuff. The shit-kickin’, sing-it-from-your gut stuff. These boys from Oklahoma tear through their…
Over the past few years I’ve struck up a rather cordial correspondence with Miss Shevaughn and Yuma Wray, in spite of the fact that I’ve never seen them live. (They have a knack for playing in the most remote corners…
Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. Remember the part where I write a music blog? I forgot about that for a while. But I’m happy to be back! And I’m really happy to introduce you to Naomi Wachira. She surrounds herself with folk musicians like…
M. Lockwood Porter is fresh off the heels of his debut album. He’s swinging for the stands again and he’s certainly connecting. “Chris Bell” is more of the sweeping heartland rock that I loved the first time around. “Secrets” is…
We’re finally back. There’s no other way to say that the past ten days have been absolutely hellacious. Time Warner telling me that I’d be out of interwebs for a week was the least of my problems (I got it…