Song #25: “Canned Goods”

Greg Brown is a storyteller. He’s what I like most about folk type musicians: He’s down to earth. He could be flashy and famous, but he shows up on stage and sits down to play his guitar and tells stories, like the one in “Canned Goods,” about specific but ordinary and every day things. He excels at keeping it real. This 14-minute version of “Canned Goods” exemplifies the storyteller vibe

Greg Brown’s 2011 CD

I picked up Greg Brown‘s latest album, Freak Flag, today. I’m sampling it now. Nothing is jumping out at me. Deep voiced Greg, exaggerating the country twang in some songs, a bit too much for my tastes, leaning dangerously into honky tonk territory. No catchy tunes. Nothing great but okay, I suppose. Thus ends my review based on sampling the album in five minutes. Note: This is only a five-minute

Has Rexroth’s Daughter Gone Missing?

I was just listening more carefully to a song from Greg Brown’s Covenant album called “Rexroth’s Daughter” (which can be requested at Whole Wheat Radio). I’ve heard this song many times, but I never realized the girl he’s pining over the whole time has gone missing, maybe even murdered by the guy next door. Or has she? The murderer who lived next door seemed like such a normal guy. If