
Cowboy Junkies: At the End of Paths Taken
With self-penned originals about human connections, family and sustaining relationships, At the End of Paths Taken is lyrically a classic Cowboy Junkies album.
With self-penned originals about human connections, family and sustaining relationships, At the End of Paths Taken is lyrically a classic Cowboy Junkies album.
Over two years in the making, Waiting Room serves as the end-piece to career of Addison Groove Project, who after years of uncertainness due to the death of bassist John Hall and the decision of guitarist/ singer Brendan McGinn to attend medical school, finally decided to part ways.
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