There is an interesting moment in a recent interview with Dave Holden, guitarist of the Irish band I Draw Slow, when he notes that in America their music is described as Irish, and in Ireland, it's American. The problem might simply be in knowing too much; the band may be from Ireland, but this is American music, drawing from the folk traditions of Appalachia.
The lilting, string-soaked "Fall Out of the Sky" by San Francisco-based singer and songwriter Frances England has a flash of insight to share: we may all feel like we're falling sometimes, but we're all falling together.
The old devil is at it again. For a simple farm-to-stage musician, William Elliott Whitmore can make a helluva lot of noise.
"Got a quiver full of fire and a head full of rain, and I've been clinging to the drifting air," begins Patrick Park's lyrically majestic and musically humble "My Holding Hand Is Empty." It's the kind of song that only a serious songwriter could write; that it's so well sung and performed just makes it all the more remarkable.