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David Lynch, Girls and Guitars
David Lynch succumbed to emphysema in January. What was his contribution to Americana music?
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Meghan Linsey is My Cup of Tea
I became a bit obsessed with Humble Again and had to take a step back. I think Meghan Linsey is such a star in the making. In my eyes she is already a star. She tells it like it is. Every damn time. F
Lola Kirke
Why I Love Americana
Because I am not an American. Read no further.
Zandi Holup is More Than You Can Handle
Zandi is an American and has recently signed to a record label. But that name! I am told it originates in eastern Europe. There is also some kind of Swedish vibe here. Pennsylvania can be like that so
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Cause I Got You by Mose Wilson
Mose Wilson can sing and write but he's also a producer. He's back on top form with this proper Country song that made me properly smile after a long, warm spring day.
Pearl Charles
Pearl Charles at London Moth Club
A No. 55 bus ride to London's dark eastern underbelly. Would any of us make it out of Hackney alive? Spoiler alert: yes, some of us would.
Lila
Lila Forde Builds it Brick by Brick
I know exactly who it was who told me to listen to Lila Forde. It was someone with absolute cruise missile accuracy and flawless taste.
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Anna May (Folk / Jazz / Doo Wop / Country / Sheer Quality)
Effortless quality. Anna May has the confidence to just strum and sing and I could listen to her all day long. And she's muttering about coming to play in London so keep an eye out!
Lucky by Regina Ferguson / Montana Special & Emmanuelle Pickett
I really enjoyed this song about Regina's Guitar called Lucky and the film she made with Emmanuelle Pickett about its creation
Cyrena Wages
Find Out by Cyrena Wages
She's a collector who mends broken wings, a mother first and foremost. I am running out of words for Cyrena so I made up a few new ones.
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Hollie Wild Isn't Really Wild
Hollie slipped into my #FYP in some wild yet wonderful way.
Houston & Lace
When Lacy Blevins Wages messaged me yesterday morning, neither of us knew what was about to happen. It was as close to perfect as any of my other highly improbable stories.