I once heard a musician say that a lot of folk dribbles into the music of Minnesota. I, a homegrown Minnesotan no less, have taken notice of the dribble and its satisfying sound. The voices of musicians and their guitars, like a thick powder, fell from the small radio in the corner of the kitchen while dinner was being cooked on Saturday nights both dreary and sunlit. I’ll spare more words so you can hear more music.
The Tallest Man on Earth, a soloist originally from Sweden. I will always practice my instruments, listen to others, and try to sing, so that one day, maybe, I will be as tall as he is.
This is a recording of the Wailin’ Jennys, a female trio, as they sing in Portland, Oregon. As pure as music comes.