Fall has not been kind to my new music listening rotation, as my ears have recently been whisked away by the repeat button to a seasonal beach house. In an attempt to free myself from the confines of looping Lennox and Legrand, I picked up the nearest CD from a stack on the floor staring at me like the terrifying furnace from Home Alone. It just so happens the first disc I picked up was the long lost music of Kid Whitman, an artist I met during Bonnaroo this past summer who has since changed h...
I Guess I'm Floating — Fall has not been kind to my new music listening rotation, as my ears have recently been whisked away by the repeat button to a seasonal beach house. In an attempt to fr... more info