I have loved listening to singers as long as I can remember. As a young child I loved Burl Ives, and I played Little Golden Records over and over on my little phonograph. I got my first hi-fi in high school and listened to Joan Baez for hours at a time. In college I got my first stereo, a portable with two detachable speakers, and immersed myself in the folk artists then playing regularly in Cambridge.
Today I am nourished by the lyrics of what are now called singer-songwriters. Of particular solace lately is Carrie Newcomer whose music I bumped into a few years back. A Quaker, Carrie explores daily life and its deep questions. She is an antidote to cynicism and despair. You can find her at www.carrienewcomer.com.