Sunday morning and I'm starting late. But better late than never. I have a fine record in Cass McCombs Interior Live Oak to fasten myself to its mast and sail into the new day. Ella is namedropped within the first thirty seconds and we journey on from there.
McCombs has an admirable track record. Approaching fifty he has thirteen albums of wonder under his belt and like Kevin Morby he's essentially a questor. A learner at the table. A rider on the highway. Speed on wheels. .These songs are objects that come from a process of research and its resultant journey
Interior Live Oak spins on imparting rare wisdom. There's plenty of vision here. It's cool. Mysterious. In the best senses of both words.
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