Lately, while in the car, I've been listening to Christopher Denny's album Age Old Hunger. At eleven songs and 43 minutes, it's a strange, and entertaining, take on the classic Dylan mojo. While Denny's androgynous croon may not be for everyone, it gives his plaintive folk songs the bottom and personality lacking in so many of todays singer-songwriters . . .
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