The old devil is at it again. For a simple farm-to-stage musician, William Elliott Whitmore can make a helluva lot of noise.
Miracles are best left to the saints. Those with a calling and a talent. Higher beliefs and a hatful of hope. At Off Broadway on Friday night, two bands delivered two very different sermons; if not quite miraculous, the music came very close.
The Byrds. They were called "The American Beatles" which is the equivalent of calling a young singer-songwriter "The New Bob Dylan." Just not fair. Knowing about the Byrds as long as I can remember, I always regarded that statement as a critic's way of saying, "These guys are good, really good."