It’s not like Jeremy Ivey has high hopes for the future. “Hey tomorrow people / do you still blame the shit you do / on different colored people / who are not just like you?” he asks in “Tomorrow People,” […]
Corbie Hill is a freelance journalist who lives and works on three wooded acres in Pittsboro, North Carolina, with his wife and two daughters. He is afraid of heights.
It’s not like Jeremy Ivey has high hopes for the future. “Hey tomorrow people / do you still blame the shit you do / on different colored people / who are not just like you?” he asks in “Tomorrow People,” […]
This year, y’all. This bafflingly, uncompromisingly bad year affects the mind in strange ways. Sometimes the synapses spark ineffectively through sludge. Sometimes the sense of defeat is overwhelming, inescapable. And sometimes one is overcome by a sort of punch-drunk giddiness […]
“August of ‘83 / Alicia came to wreck my city,” David Ramirez sings on My Love Is a Hurricane’s title track. “Six days before I was born / I’d like to think that was some kind of warning.” As the […]
Not five minutes into the new Will Hoge album and he’s nodding to Black Sabbath. “First rat off a dead ship / see you sinking like a stone,” the Americana rocker snarls over tense palm-muted chords on punk-metal rager “The […]
Right now the studio may just be the most important instrument. Think about it: Live music, that ephemeral, magical, simultaneously intimate and mass experience, is off the table (and likely not coming back soon), thanks to COVID-19. Live streams and […]
Ali Holder concludes her new record with a refusal to apologize. “I’ve been pulling flesh / from the bones of your debt / nothing left / but smooth and hollowness,” Holder sings on closing track “Singing Over Bones.” “Scavenging for […]
I hope you’ve already seen The Good Place, because there’s a potential spoiler below. Near the end of the show’s final season, William Jackson Harper’s character, Chidi, and Kristen Bell’s Eleanor are discussing mortality, and Chidi shares a Buddhist conception […]
There can be strength in fusion. Sure, it doesn’t always work (anyone else remember rap-metal?), but the other side of the coin is jazz fusion, without which we wouldn’t have Return to Forever, or even the scorching, high-test fusion that […]
The living room concert is a sacred thing. There’s something so pure, so direct, about gathering in someone’s home to hear music. It’s more comfortable than a bar, of course, and you sidestep the troubling symbiosis of alcohol sales and […]
There is a preponderance of gravel-voiced singers in Americana and alt-country. It would be rude to name names, but often enough it’s an affectation. Often enough, the rasp has been forced upon a perfectly gentle and pleasant voice. To this […]
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