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Hace 4 días · Perpetually unsung, the Flatlanders were a Lubbock, Texas, trio who sounded like — well, there was Jimmie Dale Gilmore’s flat, twangy voice; the warble of a singing saw; the lyrics that made sutras of psychedelic complexity sound like they were something Grandma crocheted into a throw pillow.
Hace 4 días · Perpetually unsung, the Flatlanders were a Lubbock, Texas, trio who sounded like — well, there was Jimmie Dale Gilmore’s flat, twangy voice; the warble of a singing saw; the lyrics that made sutras of psychedelic complexity sound like they were something Grandma crocheted into a throw pillow.
Hace 1 día · Soulful guitar interplay form the heart of this lovely Americana collaboration from Dave Alvin and Jimmie Dale Gilmore. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 2, 2018. go to album. Mud/Paced by Mother Upduff. featured on Bandcamp Radio Jan 6, 2015. go to album. IV by Psychic Temple.
Hace 4 días · Perpetually unsung, the Flatlanders were a Lubbock, Texas, trio who sounded like — well, there was Jimmie Dale Gilmore’s flat, twangy voice; the warble of a singing saw; the lyrics that made sutras of psychedelic complexity sound like they were something Grandma crocheted into a throw pillow.
Hace 21 horas · The original cast recording of the current Tony-nominated Broadway show Illinoise: A New Musical is now available to stream and download via Nonesuch Records, with the CD due June 21 and vinyl August 30. You can hear it and pre-order the CD and vinyl here.The new work features music and lyrics by Sufjan Stevens based on his album Illinois, a book by Tony Award-winning director-choreographer ...
Hace 4 días · Perpetually unsung, the Flatlanders were a Lubbock, Texas, trio who sounded like — well, there was Jimmie Dale Gilmore’s flat, twangy voice; the warble of a singing saw; the lyrics that made sutras of psychedelic complexity sound like they were something Grandma crocheted into a throw pillow.
Hace 4 días · Perpetually unsung, the Flatlanders were a Lubbock, Texas, trio who sounded like — well, there was Jimmie Dale Gilmore’s flat, twangy voice; the warble of a singing saw; the lyrics that made sutras of psychedelic complexity sound like they were something Grandma crocheted into a throw pillow.
