Sometimes even the most talented musicians just don’t sound right together. It’s like watching Jeff Beck perform with Yo-Yo Ma — both are brilliant in [...]
It was around 3 a.m. when the rain started. At first it was just a fine mist beading up on the cracked windshield. But by the time we hit I-77 in deepest, darkest part of West Virginia it was coming down in steady black sheets. There was an ill-wind blowing and our little car, weighed down with life’s possessions, swayed ominously with each gust.