"People will refer to something culturally as "the lost coast," which is pretty much the entire coast above San Francisco and the adjacent towns... You're sort of in this land of the lost -- this lost hippie republic."

"I'm searching for phrases/To sing your praises" Bob Dylan sings at the start of "Soon After Midnight," one of my favorite songs on his newly painted masterpiece, Tempest.

It used to be everybody was "Working For The Weekend." Now, everybody is working on the weekend.

Here in the U.S., Wild Palms' Until Spring will debut on April 12th, but HuffPost has been given the premiere of the single "To The Lighthouse" presented here, airing for the first time in this territory.

Reading about the death of Gerry Rafferty -- whom you know if you turned on a radio once in the late '70s -- was like poring over the news of someone Dickens might have conjured up.

The Thorns absolutely has been my radar since it was first issued. Now, he's been the songwriter's songwriter for a long time: care to go into some of the Shawn Mullins story?

The new self-titled album by the Dixie Chick's Emily Robison and Martie Maguire -- otherwise known as Court Yard Hounds -- reflects a new direction for the pair while maintaining a sensitivity to their former brand of music

Steve Forbert discusses his apropos single "The Oil Song," originally released in 1979, and Grammy nominee Tift Merritt describes her songwriting process.

Dear Rush, Here are a few songs to help speed what I hope will be your quick recovery. Here's hoping that you can right back to being wrong real soon.