Ever since ole Bobby Dylan donned his first kangol cap and made his way to a Greenwich Village open mic with nothing but a typewriter and a Death Cab cover to his name, folk music has been alive and well in America. And I'll tell you what, it's been morphing mightily and slipping itself into the cracks between pretty much any genre from here to the end of time. Seeing as how Indiana is part of America, it stands to reason that folk music has been morphing here, too, right?
Right! So, after the beautiful bliss of last weekend's Virginia Avenue Folk Fest right here in sun-soaked (sometimes) Indianapolis, I'm thinking all kinds of ways about how "folk music" sneaks its tendrils into so many of the things I listen to these days. Castle Oldchair, track number one up in here, that's a folk-type mystery buried deep in the MFT archive that I'll never quite suss. It's worth a listen; I promise.
The whole list runs from there up through the cloudy peaks of the Bears of Blue River, down, down, down to the depths of solitude proffered by Caleb McCoach talking to a vision of a god that might be there in some form after all, but then again maybe not. We've even got a track from Bigfoot Yancey, which, if you're in the know, you know is a band from Mike Angel himself, a.k.a., Mr. Virginia Avenue Folk Festival. The cool thing about that sentence is that if you weren't in the know before it, you are now effectively in the know. Re-read and tell me if you don't agree!
Anyway, now that it's warming up, we've got ourselves a perfect confection of weather for sitting by a window, listening to someone strum an acoustic guitar, and thinking about life. So, take this playlist with you and go do that!
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