Willie Nelson’s presence here means a debt has finally been repaid.
Richard Manuel, and this is so sad, was on to something at the end.
Forget about the genre this album is supposed – or not supposed – to be.
This song shows where John Lennon would go as a Beatle, and as a solo artist.
Nobody embodies hard-bitten, country-strong determination like Levon.
I still can’t figure out why this wasn’t a huge summer hit.
Fred Phillips’ Mid-Year Best of 2014 (Southern Rock and Country): Bob Wayne, Sturgill Simpson, Mat D, Jackson Taylor, Willie Nelson
Sturgill Simpson? The genuine article. Bob Wayne? Back with his best ever.
There might not be a more pure and genuine underground country artist.
White’s “old, yet new” vibe again has him brilliantly mixing seemingly unrelated styles.
Here’s a voice so entrancing that it delays my processing of the delivered lyrics.