Assorted presses and nods

“He’s like a Woody Guthrie nomadic poet. He drives around the country and plays in small bars and coffeehouses. He looks like a Mormon missionary, someone who’d go door to door and sell you Bibles. He’s got this lyric that sticks with me. Someone who hasn’t left home might not get it, but for someone like me (or Tom Brosseau) who loves home but knows deep down that they have to leave, this lyric stands out. He’s from North Dakota, and he says, ‘I even miss how cold it gets, but I never thought I would.’ To me that’s profound; it sums up how, when you leave home, all those things you don’t like about home, you miss them when you’re gone. Like when you’re spending time in Los Angeles, you miss the rain in Seattle.” Brandi Carlile, NY Times