Nashville singer-songwriter Jeff Hightower’s new album , The Keepers, is, in fact, a keeper. That’s right. Whether he is writing about his inability to drink a woman away from his mind, or reflecting on the fact there ‘just ain’t enough sad songs to go around’, his heart is all there. He rocks the blues out.
Poet. Photographer. Composer. Ethereal. Dreamy. I could write a thousand fluffy things about how brilliant Francis A. Willey is, but don’t waste your time reading my words. You should spend the next moments of your life exploring his poetry, viewing his haunting portraits and listening to (I promise you) some of the most beautiful piano compositions you will ever hear in your life. You will momentarily stop breathing on multiple occasions. Magical is an understatement.
I’ve been reading the lyrics to Frontier Ruckus songs for the past few days in my free time. And I’ve become unhealthily obsessed with Dark Autumn Hour. It’s like I’m out on the back porch after sunset and suddenly I notice that the stars are all falling to pieces while banjos are crawling up the […]
Aerial is a new work created by Paris-based artist, Baptiste Debombourg. At an old Benedictine monastery called Brauweiler Abbey, near Cologne, Germany, Debombourg used sheets of shattered laminate glass to create an imaginary flood which crashes into the room in a magnificent explosion of beauty. Trippy, to say the least. Magnificent, in sum.
I’m not sure what I can say to motivate you to listen to my songs. I guess I could bribe you with chocolate. I make incredibly pleasurable brownies. Indie Music Reviewer magazine last week compared me to Macy Gray, if she came to Tennessee with an acoustic guitar. But I assure you, she’d need to […]
A Dylanesque singer soaked to the bone with charisma and flaunting a deep Memphis accent (which almost rivals my own) sits on a barstool next to his buddy and a jukebox. He sings and plays his guitar as one of the locals requests old obscure songs. Who wants to go to Memphis now? I’ll bring […]
Between 1979-1997, Jamie Livingston, a New York-based photographer, film-maker, circus performer and musician, shot a Polaroid nearly every day until the day that he died. You will cry and laugh and feel grateful to be alive by the time you reach the last photo, as he lies on a hospital bed, dying of cancer on his 41st birthday.