Trail Mix: Fall Fuzz

At this time of year, things start moving faster, the wind picks up, shit's falling from the sky; it's all getting a bit fuzzy. These jams are fuzzy, too, but they don't fight it. They cultivate it. I think there's a lesson in there. Did I just make a koan? I doubt it. The sound of no hands clapping.
Live On The Green, Nashville, Tennessee

Trail Mix: What Nashville Sounds Like Right Now

After four short months here, I harbor an intense appreciation not just for the music that this city was built upon, but for the pervading spirit of musical innovation. Before I moved to Nashville, I kept receiving warnings from people that "I better learn to like country music." These people were not from Nashville. It's not just about country music anymore, people.