they wail, and together, lambchop enters orbit. laugh if you want—i usually do. then, when i’m feeling bad, i draw so close to the song that it starts to sound like a prayer. we all fail sometime. whether or not we learn to joke about it is up to us. most read reviews ...
ends the record with a plea for love—“if i gave you a hundred dollars to record just three words, i could make the perfect song,” he sings—he’s made a disarming case for understanding that it’s hard to imagine him pulling off in a setting less masterfully intimate. wagner’s ...
“I was that bad a musician,” he laughs, a little ruefully. “I literally would only play the chords I knew in the song and skip the ones that I didn’t.” So he would invent rules to gamify the sessions, to get this demimonde of wannabe Nashville musicians moving in a different ...