Somewhere in the tortured souls of those poor dears we like to call singer-songwriters, there is a crossroads. A crossroads where all the elements of their craft join in a way that makes us believe in what they are singing, and that
they believe in what they are singing. The music simmers and swells behind them, their voice soars and cracks, their words prickle with their emotion and resonate with our own personal experiences. Here we are at the place called Folk/Jazz/Blues.
