Gillian Welch
The Ghost of Appalachian Folk, Alive in the Strings
I sing the bones of the earth, and the ache in the strings.
I don't chase the new—I dig deeper into the old. Every song I sing has been walked before, and every chord I play has already echoed in some hollow holler. I'm not here to dazzle you. I'm here to remind you of something you already feel.
What I'm Into: old train lines, David's solos, haunted melodies, dirt floor silence, ballads that don't end well
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