Ballad for a Plain Man: Singer Jeff Finlin Thought He’d Hit the Big-Time—Until He Didn’t
I loaded his songs into my iPod and while living on the road, while sitting on planes and trains, while lying in strange motel rooms, I closed my eyes and focused on his lyrics and thought: This guy’s channeling the angels. This guy’s got the gift. This guy can conjure a heartbreak, a hangover, moonlight, the Deep South, with a few words. I wondered: Who is this guy? Who the hell is Jeff Finlin?
By J.R. Moehringer, 5280 Magazine (2007)
(thnx bzcohen)
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