Sometimes we think ‘country’ and there is a collective yawn, because we picture that retro-1960s, pop-radio country that has become the norm. This ain’t George Strait or Patsy Cline old-time Nashville (both of whom I dig). While never a big fan of ‘country’ per se, I am a lover of good music, whatever label it may wear.

I’ll bet you ain’t heard of Penny Rae. Nashville country-infused indie duo with minimal hipster & no unnecessary scarves. They said it.

PR does ‘Alabama River’ in a manner which kicks ass AND never looked away once from Pop Radio Grooves. Smoky love songs grilled to perfection are not lost on me either. ‘Baby It’s Cold Outside’ gives us an emotional ‘come hither’ and shows the power and dynamics it takes to touch you right where you live.

Randi Ryan and Andrew Adams have a professional love affair I am attracted to. Every ivory key, every phosphor bronze string, the spaces in between the lines that already have my head bobbing, as if I know you…. and I do. Try ‘Winter Snow’  and warm yourself by the fire.

‘Closure’ does that to me. I would shake my ass if the hips God gave me allowed me to do so and NOT be on the Comedy Channel.

I cut my teeth on pop/rock radio circa 1960-1990… from Beatles to Big Hair, from Soul Music to Grunge. I listen to Afro-Celtic Sound Machine, Mozart and Bach Concertos, and ‘Music From The Aegean’ on my local college radio station. I write, sing, and play from one end of the musical spectrum to the other and I can be prolific, but today…?

I’m just some guy.

I am a fan of Penny Rae. You gotta listen. You will become part of the family. Sweet, smooth, and no unnecessary scarves.