This is where Stevie became Stevie.
Screw you, #Spotify. Listening to one #Ben Rector song does not mean I want you to throw Captain Fantastic at me.
Man, put that Michael Bublé crap down, you don’t know where it’s been. Put this in your hearhole.
Why this ain’t a Prince song?
You know what’s cool? Soul Coughing. You know what’s even cooler? Doughty redid a bunch of the old songs. No new Screenwriter’s Blues, but damn solid all the way through. The lesson to learn? If you’re gonna be a songwriter, get a guitar that’ll stay in tune and a really, really good IP attorney.
Plug in. Hit Play. Write shit. Get it done.
Unless your last name is Shakespeare, you should never, ever use the phrase “hey nonny nonny” in a song. If it is, then by all means, go ahead.
Strips away all the pretty and gets back to the roots of what this song always meant. Get this guy on the same mic with Ralph Stanley.
From the Dr. Pepper 1/1 spot and sure to anchor the next pre-run hyper-upper list I create. Think synthy Moby but waaaay less mopey.