For someone on the verge of unleashing a vast reservoir of wrath for public consumption, singer-songwriter Allison Moorer sounded downright chipper, much like Rayna James on the night last year when the fictitious country music star of Nashville swept the imaginary version of the CMA Awards.
For the past few years, my year-end music column has focused almost exclusively on lists of singles, from which I've tried my darndest to mine rubies in a slew of digital slush. Looking back on 2014, I was surprised to realize how many albums I fell in love with.
"Jubilant. Such a thrilling project for my whole family and it was quite and emotional high. I didn't want to feel sad on his birthday. Even though there was poignancy, and a sense of missing him, it was celebratory. He would have loved this project."
As Shelley and Donald Rubin walked through the old Barney's store at the corner of 7th Avenue and West 17th Street in Chelsea, they knew that they had found the future home for their extensive collection of Himalayan art.
John Hiatt's new album Dirty Jeans And Mudslide Hymns kicks off with a pretty universally themed song, "Damn This Town." It's true, no matter what town you grow up in, every kid can't wait to get out of it.