The best hyphenated genres don’t combine disparate worlds; they embrace commonality.
Most Americana duos don’t sound as much like Gillian Welch and David Rawlings as people say they do. But the Milk Carton Kids’ resemblance is uncanny.
Another day, another talented Americana songwriter immersed in the language of a faith he doesn’t profess.
A week from Sunday, on the Feast of the Reign of Christ, Holy Covenant UMC in Chicago—where I work part time as a musician—is holding its second annual service spotlighting the music of Bob Dylan. (Not calling it a Dylancharist.) If you're in Chicago the evening of 11/24, come out and join us.
Below is the piece I wrote for the church newsletter.
Malian singer, songwriter, and guitarist Rokia Traoré has long blended West African music with occidental influences. Her fifth album, produced by P. J. Harvey collaborator John Parish, features the strongest rock element yet.
The dead visited this morning: sisters,parents, aunts and uncles, old professorsand friends—faces so vivid they againappeared in my room through memory’s lens.Did families stage a yard sale laterin the Catholic cemetery on Common,a table set up in the center, orange watercooler in view? But I am mistaken.It’s All Souls Day when people assembleto clean the crumbling graves and to honortheir dead, whose remnant bones sometimes tumblefrom ancient crypts, although their souls have soaredlike skeins of starlings, whose sudden flightin sunlight dyes wings a shimmer of white.
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