This week’s Sunday morning offering is Sufjan Steven’s new album Carrie & Lowell. You’re probably already depressed because of some combination of bad decisions made last night and the pending doom and boredom of another Monday approaching so I’m here to pile it on. While you can always stop drinking too much or quit your…
Last week I spent Sunday morning easing into the day with Justin Townes Earle. This week is the soulful Appalachian folk of Gillian Welch. I know she is pretty well-known so I won’t go all crazy doing a rundown of her career, but it you haven’t listened to her in awhile, or never have,…
The last time I listened to Chuck Ragan was when Hot Water Music’s “A Flight and a Crash” was playing regularly on my Winamp Music Player. Yes, 2001 was a long time ago. I really liked the wildly intense 2 minute punk song, but for some reason never got into the band. 14 years…
The last time I was writing about Rocky Votolato I was really depressed and so was the album (and drink) of choice, Makers. These days I’m slightly less depressed, and, great news, so was his last album. Released in 2012, Television of Saints isn’t quite upbeat but is noticeably more optimistic. On “Ghost Writer” he…
It’s been eight years since we heard from Damien Rice. Who does he think he is? Desmond David Hume? Back in 2002 Rice released O which found its way into hearts and bedrooms worldwide. It was the kind of folky pop that had young adults looking gleamingly into each others eyes as Rice crooned in the background. Fueled by…
Cassino rolls the dice on new sound. Finds winning combination on new album. Beats the odds to deliver a gem. New songs are coming up aces. Nick Torres and Tyler Odom go all in with Sounds of Salvation. Alright, now that we got that out of our system there will be no more stupid puns…
Sometimes I think about when bands are starting to make it big and they start playing bigger venues. Eventually they’ll get to the point where they are opening at some huge arena for the biggest band on the planet. They’ll talk about how it was always their dream to open for Springsteen or whoever (whomever?…
What is it about British musicians that confuse Americans into thinking that they’re tough? Maybe its just the accent, but it sounds like every songwriter finishes up their 7th pint at the pub, strolls down the street, and knocks out some guy for giving him a dirty look, before stumbling on stage and strumming away….
