Mac Cornish drives to the heart of finding her way home.

Author Burke De Boer offers an excerpt from his new book on life, music, and cowboy culture in the internet age. Welcome to the Cyberspace Cattle Drive.

“I’m not so much from LA as much as I’m from my record collection.” Starting with the kitchen jukebox, Nora Kenny shares how she is often what she eats. Exclusively for Saddle Mountain Post.

What happens when you mix Country Music, Indian Rago Music, and 90s Hip Hop into the soil of the Deep South? BB Palmer happens. We’ll let him explain it, exclusively for Saddle Mountain Post.

Red McAdam takes on the devil and one hell of a haboob.

With the discovery of long lost tapes, Tony Joe’s White son finds more than music. Writing exclusively for Saddle Mountain Post, Jody White gives his dad’s story a new perspective.

Bigger and stranger, a renaissance man for this time, Luke Pelletier carries an aura and a work ethic seldom matched. Musician, Painter, Record Label Head–the magician behind Soggy Anvil Records somehow found the time to share his tale. Or at least part of it.

James Steinle on an itinerant childhood that shaped his geography and his music. His latest, “Heat Of Morning,” is out today.

Following the release of his latest LP, “Haha, I’m Sad,” Cooper Kenward takes us on a walk down the memory lanes and drunk trains of his Napa Valley.

In her own words, Arizona’s Katie Mae draws a through line from life and art and her latest EP, Object Impermanence, out now on Soggy Anvil Records.

The city’s honky tonks of the past like the Farmer’s Daughter and Texas Star Inn brought Johnny Bush and Willie Nelson to audiences in my hometown. Ozzy Osbourne pissed on…

I come from the Old World, a place out of a Turner painting or an old story that is now sung in barrooms across America to the accompaniment of clawhammer banjo. An ancient land, and one
with it’s thousands of years of customs, history, horrors, triumphs, and secrets.

When I first rolled into the Ozark Mountains in my 1980 Dodge Van in the Spring of 1995, winding down into Eureka Springs, Arkansas with my Nebraska traveling buddy, Lynn, I was in awe of the beauty of the region. And also very carsick. I was used to the flat lands of Nebraska and hadn’t seen much besides the Midwest and straight roads at that point in my life.

I come from many places but where I consider home is a place where rain gets suspended in the sky and evaporates before it hits the ground. Where green chile is its own kind of religion. Where a mountain is alleged to omit a hum that can either attract people or drive them crazy or out. Where the native Tiwa tribe are still residing in the tradition of their ancestors who came before them over 1000 years ago on the Taos Pueblo. Where people come from all over the world to conquer the foreboding mountain either on skis or by paintbrush.

The Montvales’ Sally Buice and Molly Rochelson grew up together in Knoxville, spending much of their formative years busking amidst the Elvis impersonators and musical saw players of Knoxville’s Market Square. The duo released Born Strangers in February of 2024.