Poem: Whenever I hear Neil Young
Whenever I hear Neil Young It’s always a country fair after sunset and the lights of rides turning on one-by-one, twinkling in harmony with a watermelon sky spilling sugar- pink into clouds jet, gold, silver-lined. It’s shooting-stars, still hurricane time, approaching autumn, a fork in the road. Couples rise in the sky on […]
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Abigail Lapell Sings Her Way to Motherhood, plus a Rockabilly Anthology Sometimes a whisper can pack more punch than a shout. Witness, for example, the music of Nick Drake—or the similarly understated folk recordings of Abigail Lapell, whose atmospheric work might also occasionally remind you of Pentangle, Fairport Convention, or early Donovan. The Toronto-based singer, […]

