while attending a cookout at Not Jack Kerouac's venice abode yesterday i was introduced to a phenomenal north carolina singer/songwriter working the twang -- thad cockrell. i hate to make comparisons, but imagine the quieter moments of a young whiskeytown-era ryan adams sans hubris.
further whiskeytown comparisons will surely be made with the . . .
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