It seems like the last couple of posts have veered to a more acoustic kick lately. It’s time to get out of that rut (though there certainly isn’t anything wrong with acoustic guitars.) This week, we’re gonna focus on some…
So here’s something that’s going to make all of us feel old: as of this August, I’ll have been a fan of Cowboy Mouth for exactly half as long as I’ve been alive. I think if I were to talk…
I don’t really get Southern gothic stuff. There are a few reasons for this: 1) I’m not a Southerner, 2) I may be a little cynical (I mean, I’m from New York City forcryinoutloud), but I’m not morbid, and 3)…
Even if you don’t like bluegrass (who are you?), it’s hard to resist The Creak’s charm. I mean, look at them. They’re so dapper! The San Francisco-based quintet plays as if they’re of one mind. Their humorous lyrics remind me…
I’ve seen too many criminally under-attended concerts in New York and Philadelphia. It’s enough to make me want to move to New Orleans, where people actually appreciate music for music’s sake. But then I wouldn’t get to see Jo Wymer…