Like every other red-blooded music geek, I’ve experienced varying levels of anxiety regarding the state of music retail over the last 15 years or so.
The death rattle of the record business has gone on long enough that we can parse just about every clip, pop and gurgle.
During 'Mixtape of the Open Road,' Martin Sexton sings about "selling pencils in a ball-point world"; you could hear that line as a reference to his own career.
For a certain type of listener, the name T Bone Burnett has become synonymous with high-quality Americana.
Twenty-five years after it was stabbed in the back and left for dead by CDs, vinyl is seemingly everywhere, and so is the discourse surrounding its revival.
'Live at Whelans,' the debut international full-length effort from singer-songwriter Gavin James, is an intriguing rub against the grain in a few ways.
Live albums are a lost art.
In today's crowded musical climate, it takes a lot to cut through the clutter and rise above the digital din.
It sometimes takes a little while to suss out an artist's biggest strengths, but that definitely isn't the case with George Ezra.
If Ryan Bingham had started making records 40 or 50 years ago, he could have achieved household name status.