There’s a certain kind of magic that happens when the stories behind the songs get captured on tape. Not the polished liner note version that a publicist polished… I mean the unfiltered yarns told in smoky rooms under suspect stage lights that flicker like they’re listening too. Those moments when a songwriter stops being a performer and starts being a friend you’re drinking with on your back patio somewhere between midnight and the rest of your life. Hundreds, maybe thousand

The world is a better, kinder, stranger and funnier place because Todd Snider wandered through it barefoot with a guitar.

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While I didn’t partake in the barbecue, the Tanglefoot Festival in Temple was still smokin’ with stacked lineups both days at the MLK...