Tom Petty’s first solo album in twelve years, revisits the myth of the
open road, as if to wrestle one more time with an ancient metaphor.
Adam Green is back with his fourth solo album, and it
For those looking for a bit more David Gray, Matt White might fill a hole in your CD collection. Otherwise, despite its solid pop predilections, the weak lyrics and general lack of musical originality make the album unlikely to turn many heads.
Your little brother knows him only as Whistler, the old fart who supplies Wesley Snipes with anti-vampire weaponry in the Blade movies. The rest of us know him for who he is, Kris Kristofferson, the esteemed singer-songwriter whose inebriated ramblings at the podium make for the only worthwhile viewing at any given country music awards telecast.
Sure, Ringhofer loves Jesus, but so does George Bush and do we hold that against him? Well, technically yes. But the point is, no matter which God you
John Vanderslice has notched a hot streak of gems, including 2005’s Pixel Revolt. And then there is his techie jones: a tireless and self-professed production geek, as much enamored of a well-kept studio as he is of guitar strums and performance.
With a list of duet partners that include Tony Rice, Doc Watson, Ricky Skaggs, Norman Blake, Earl Scruggs, and Jerry Douglas, among others, you get what you might expect out of Sutton
A solid debut that leaves me looking forward to the summer, to the future, and especially, to Costa
Her story reads like a PR handbook. A country girl from Seattle grows up singing just like her mother, fed on Johnny Cash and Patsy Cline and eventually finding inspiration in Jeff Buckley and Radiohead.
