J.B. Beverley certainly lacks that studio cliche. Sure, some of his songs involve a broken heart. Those songs aren't about the woman that broke his heart, though. They are about the experience he gained through each of those stepping stones on his journey.
Thank goodness for The Dream's (nee Terius Nash) ability to write and produce some of the most hypnotic smashes ever known to mainstream radio.
She may be a failed stand-up comedian, but Jennifer Daniels is anything but when it comes to writing and performing songs.
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Colbie Caillat seems more like your sister than a singing sensation. The sunny, down-to-earth demeanor reflected in her music shines through the phone line across the Atlantic.
For Caillat, she says hasn’t really experienced the “celebrity” aspect of musicianship, and fame is still relatively new to her.
“I’m not used to it, for the most part.” And, like any true artist, she is dedicated to her craft and doesn’t concern herself with the spotlight. “I’m always touring.”
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By the light of the moon…I’m comin’ home.
Howlin’ all the way…I’m comin’ home. - So begins Red of Tooth and Claw, the latest neo-noir/Peckinpah-soaked/ baroque spaghetti western mini-epic from Indiana’s Murder by Death. Though I feel compelled to admit that I swiped this thing from my editor’s desk primarily due to my all-too-obvious affection for the 1976 murder mystery farce (starring Peter Sellers and Maggie Smith, among others) of the same name, I was nearly as enthused regarding the subtle buzz that the group has been generating since early in the decade as a surprisingly literary alt-country goth outfit. Seriously… think REALLY-early-Bad Seeds Nick Cave in a head-hanging contest with the entirety of the Cure in a frontier-boom saloon. And Tom Waits slumps in the corner, drunkenly lighting a cigar with his own kerosene-soaked pinkie.
