Out of Kalamazoo, MI, have come winds of musical change and sonic transformation. Guys like Paul Hoffman take a mandolin and channel it like an instrument of telepathic immersion. Swimming in a third world where the spiritual erupts and slides […]
This column, and a lot of roots music writing in general, could be accused of having a geographical bias. For most writers, certainly for me, it isn’t an intentional one. It’s just that certain areas, Nashville, Austin, Denver, Asheville, have […]
