Email Author Roy Kasten
On just about every level imaginable, Porter Hall, Tennessee should not work. Molly Conley and Gary Roadarmel do indeed hail from the... More >>
You can never find your way offstage because you never know where you are," Richard Thompson says, remembering a gig from the late '80s when he... More >>
Go ahead, look Dwight Yoakam in the eyes. You can't, of course, for that trademark Stetson -- wide, long and mean as a black Cadillac -- casts a... More >>
Fred J. Eaglesmith's new label, AML, is a joke. "AML" stands for "A Major Label," and the joke is on a music industry so bloated, corrupt... More >>
We always did prefer our iconic figures injured, stuck full of arrows or crucified upside-down; we need them flayed and naked; we want to watch... More >>
"There's so much going on in the world that's nothing to laugh at/And he's not about to change the station this time." So ends David Clewell's... More >>
Big Smith is a band of cousins -- first cousins, to be precise. They sound like your grandfather's grandfather's parlor band, high on a jug of... More >>
The ten long years known as the 1970s were, among other things, the epoch of white-boy blues. When the middle class of America rediscovered living... More >>
It's interview day for Steve Earle, which means he's cooped up in his manager's office, shuttling from call to call, giving fifteen minutes here,... More >>
This scraggly, well-wandered Rhode Islander may seem like another underachieving slacker, scrawling his name on small-town water towers and wooing... More >>
