An Excerpt on Father’s Day

…Freedom, for my father, meant solitude and I think it is safe to say, loneliness. The freer and more independent he became, the more it sunk in that he was isolated from his family and to a certain extent, from life.  There would be no rock, no foundation, to return to, and so, like others before him with that double-edged luxury, he began to travel. Continue reading


My barbaric yawp

Although Nathaniel Rateliff has left his former band The Wheel behind, he hasn’t lost his capacity for singing outwardly about the inner.  A wonderful new album, In Memory of Loss, is out now and I was lucky enough to catch him at a Brooklyn venue with about 30 others.  The first time I heard the Whitman-esque yawp at that ends this song, I felt as if I was listening somehow to a Native American voice expressing what words can never say.  Extraordinary.  For another version, accompanied by bassist Julie Davis, go here.