a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, steady whiskey-gargling, up-up-and-away like a hobo on the train of life. that's how you'd imagine this troubadour of perry o'parson... with his guitar in his hand and a hoarse voice full of melancholy and the weariness that life brings, this guy shows the world, that decent neo-folk doesn't necessarily have to come from the states. ... more