Langhorne Slim Plans Eastern Tour 

"Who is this dude?" This dude is known as Langhorne Slim. He come out of the NYC area a while ago and now lives in Portland, OR. He has a good band and has something to say. He'll be on the east coast again this spring. Look for him in early March.

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Saturday Morning Soapbox:

"Narrative in Song"

At some point narrative becomes to songwriting what harmonic structures are to jazz, and like the cats gone modal, the songwriters who want to get free let go of narrative. 

Music is relative in nature; there is no isolation. So the writer, the improviser, starts anywhere, starts somewhere, and works from there. Whether the writer maintains this beginning as a starting point, or instead abandons it and works from a broader beginning, with a forsaken or broken narrative, defines the limits of the romantic. 

The cracks in the song let the light in. The songs have abandoned the notion of authority and instead are delivered with a conversational, personal voice that makes assumptions of context on the listener. These assumptions have powerful influence on the understanding that the listener creates. 

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Henry's Rifle is Planning a Southern Swing

Henry's Rifle is planning a tour. He's going way down south. Check this dude out. Buy his record or something. 

http://www.reverbnation.com/henrysrifle

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"Think of it," said Dean. "One day he'll put a stone through a man's windshield and the man will crash and die — all on account of that little kid. You see what I mean? God exists without qualms. As we roll along this way 1 am positive beyond doubt that everything will be taken care of for us — that even you, as you drive, fearful of the wheel" (I hated to drive and drove carefully) — "the thing will go along of itself and you won't go off the road and I can sleep. Furthermore we know America, we're at home; I can go anywhere in America and get what I want because it's the same in every corner, I know the people, I know what they do. We give and take and go in the incredibly complicated sweetness zigzagging every side." 

-Jack Kerouac, On the Road