"Chicago Barn Dance"
I trace the path my brothers laid before me
Swapped a record for the oil on my shoes
Now my eyes burn from the sting
And a fiddle haunts my dreams
And a lonely song is playing-it's called, the East Chicago Blues.
I have been a roots and bluegrass music writer for twenty years, having also hosted bluegrass radio and presented concerts. I currently write for Country Standard Time and Exclaim! while maintaining a blog at fervorcoulee.wordpress.com. I'm proud to be a member of the Polaris Music Prize Jury. Please contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org.