Reverend Peyton is a fishin', huntin', hootin', hollerin' hillbilly from the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains. He can chop a tree down faster than a forest fire. He can build a cabin in his sleep. He's got more beard than a black bear. His overalls stay covered in other people's blood, his ... More >>
Jim Wurster is a musician of serious intent. His earliest efforts with Black Janet bolstered the perception, given that the band's dark designs weren't simply a by-product of their name. Still, Wurster really came into his own when he went solo and subsequently formed the Atomic Cowboys, taki ... More >>
Photo by Camille LambJohnny and Billy Kincaid, five and nine years old, perform classic country songs on Lincoln Road.Myrna Kincaid anxiously shifts her weight from foot to foot, hands clasped under her chin as she monitors Johnny and Billy, her five- and nine-year-old sons, playing together. ... More >>
The Swell Season brings stirring songs to the Fillmore.
The South Florida homeboy releases a new solo album.
Something About Dolly One Man’s Appreciation for All Things Parton --John Hood When I first got word that Dolly Parton would be coming to South Florida I got giddy; then I got on the phone. I called my editor. I called her publicist. I called my mom. If Dolly was coming down I was not only gonna ... More >>
Remember couples skate? Suede rentals? Cheap pizza? They all live on at the roller rink.
The 18 Wheelers prove you can go down home again
Sound Team has just the right combo of folkways and krautrock
Erstwhile indie rock legend Kreamy 'Lectric Santa rebounds from tragedy and returns to a scene it helped create
Casiotone for the Painfully Alone wishes the Piccadilly indie night many happy returns
Tales from the Texas music fest: Rock barely survives, honky-tonk rules, and Miami may yet host the Latin Grammys -- but no bombs, please
Dead Elvis at Sunrise promises morning in America
George Jones proves the honky-tonk spirit lives on
For South Florida bluegrass fans, it's not just music, it's life
A former Mary My Hoper draws on the past for his musical future
I entered the Rolling Stone Rock & Roll Bowl on a whim. How'd I do? Just call me Johnny Ca$h.
Mr. Smith goes on the road and tries to describe it
If Chet Atkins never met Herbie, there'd be no Dire Straits