A Few, Well-Chosen Words

I remember with uncharacteristic clarity the moment I heard first about James McMurtry. I was futzing around in a newly rented house in Durham, NC in the fall of 1989, listening to All Things Considered tell me that the son of novelist Larry McMurtry was a talented Texas songwriter. Then this world-weary but perceptive voice… Read more »


This week, the footwear told the story. Young bluesman Selwyn Birchwood wore purple patent leather shoes. Keelan Donovan sported stylish dress shoes to go with his narrow plaid tie, crisp white shirt and melodic acoustic pop. Taylor Brashears wore cowboy boots as a compliment to her Patsy Montana inspired western dress. While Whiskey Shivers went… Read more »

Whiskey When I’m Dry

Nowadays we’re almost used to seeing cool Nashville talent on national television, but Taylor Brashears singing a blind audition on The Voice in recent weeks was particularly good for Music City’s mojo. She hit the stage in a head-turning, hippie-in-Asia red frock and kicked into Loretta Lynn’s “You Ain’t Woman Enough To Take My Man.”… Read more »

Radio Ramble

“I’m a ramblin’ guy” sang Steve Martin in his late 70s song that consisted of only those four words plus that bit in mock Chinese. So for the longest time as a kid I thought ramblin’ meant playing the banjo with a white suit on and a fake arrow through one’s head. Later I’d associate… Read more »