I seem to be entering my annual Joe Henry phase. This is day three, which means I’ll go on for another few days or a week grooving in a JoeHenryLovesMeMadly funk. It also means that you’ll be repeatedly urged to love Joe Henry as madly as I do.
I’ve said it before and I’ll surely say it again: If you haven’t gotten addicted to Joe Henry yet, just go do it already. If I promise not to wax poetic about truth and beauty and the American song, will you just take my word for it?
I’ve just looked at a discography and discovered that I don’t have the two earliest, which must be where he got his tag as an alt+country artist. My digital files have different albums tagged as country, pop and folk. But I think you’ll agree this music is none of the above. There’s beauty (and truth, of course) in any one of the albums. Or call me and I’ll loan you a sampler so you can see what you like.