
A number of years back, The Delta Mud Skipper said, "Dude. Check out Doyle Bramhall . You'll dig it." So, I played it and remembered thinking, "Yeah. It's good," and then it disappeared from my immediate attention as I went on to something else. Sometime in the past year or so, I started thinking about that exchange and, as if I were the Millennium Falcon caught in the tractor beam of the Death Star, I was powerless to fight the pull of this album. Day by day, I neared closer and closer to Welcome until I finally [...]