The album is dead. Long live the album. Increasingly, my listening habits tend to revolve around individual tracks, so I tried to adjust my year-end…
I don’t know about you, but for me, 2011 was not a year of discovery. Most of the songs that bubbled their way to the…
In a category usually dominated by schmaltzy duets, it’s a pleasure to see a stompin’, southern gothic, traditionalist shit-kicker like “Barton Hollow” nominated.
I realize I may need to turn in my official Snobby Blogger membership card, but the iTunes play-count function doesn’t lie.
It’s been a little more than six months since I relocated from Michigan to sometimes-sunny Oakland, and I’ve tried to delve into the local music…