Howdy
I blame No Depression. For everything.
I was a casual music listener before No Depression. I liked country music. I liked rock and roll. I bought CDs now and then. I tuned into whatever was on country radio. I was the picture of ignorant bliss.
Then I found No Depression’s magazine and life has never been the same.
Quickly I was drawn in by Uncle Tupelo‘s ilk: Son Volt & Steve Earle, Lucinda & Emmylou, Del McCoury & Ralph Stanley & Ricky Skaggs and, well, the rest is history.
I had my beefs with our honored publishers, particularly towards the end of the print run. I realize that you play with the cards you’re dealt. I understand that. I just missed my old friends from the heart of Roots music when the cover of No Depression jumped the shark.
It feels good to come back home again. I’ve got some great audioscrobbler amigos over at last.fm, but CBS is doing their best to screw that up. I’m several years on from my brief time on-air at KRFC-FM in Colorado with JC’s Americana radio show. I’m several miles from where I could easily get out and see good live music. I’m several part-time jobs from affording all the great new Roots music being released every week in America and around the world.
So settle back, have a seat and pick up a guitar:
You’ve come to where there’s No Depression, A better land that’s free from care.
You’ve left this world of toil and trouble.
My home’s in heaven, might be already there.
-jc
In search of life, liberty and the pursuit of Americana at jcshepard.com.