One should never be too quick with comparisons, but the glimmering, back-to-basics (and then shining beyond them) sound of "Cassidy," a new song by San Francisco musician Andrew St James will make any fan of the Tallest Man on Earth, AA Bondy or simply beautiful songwriting swoon.
It's difficult to believe that Eric Lindell has ever lived anywhere but New Orleans.
A road song, a dream song, a song about discovering songs, from New York to Memphis to Florida to the wide-open spaces of the West -- and beyond -- "American Ride" by Willie Nile takes in more places, spaces and stories than you'd think could ever be expressed in a single, great rock 'n' roll song.
Eleanor Friedberger and her brother Matthew didn't get along so well when they were young. Imagine that.
The word "hippie" has a bad connotation. Hippies don't mind because that's the way of the hippie. In fact hippies love to call themselves hippies.
With the EP "Nation of Heat," Joe Pug delivered an argument: All you need is a voice, a guitar and a vision to change hearts and minds, to take a willing listener on a journey. "Hymn #101" makes that case and pursues that journey as well as any song could.
In music writing, as with anything worth doing, there's always the pull of undeniable predilections, the force of personal bias and pure subjectivity. And then there's the way I feel about the music of Ray Wylie Hubbard.
Peter Case says he is primarily a songwriter who uses all the American styles to get his point across: blues, rock, country, soul and folk. He is a folk singer, rocker and punk. He also had his hand in that whole new-wave thing.