“The endurance of the bare-boned singer/songwriter archetype is befuddling, considering that in 2003, the genre seems almost terminally idle. But sweet-faced, shaggy-haired poet-players have always seeped up an inordinate amount of hyperbolic, next-big-thing gushing from critics and fans; it's usually the kind of unchecked flattery that stems from recognizing what massive balls it takes to be unaba”
