The very thing that makes singer-songwriters often all sound the same is actually the thing that sets them apart. In recent years the middle ground between the mainstream and the more cultish underground scenes has been awash with skinny-jeanned, gap-year troubadours, usually in wide-brimmed hats, trying to impart their wisdom on the listener and seduce the world with an acoustic guitar and a working knowledge of A minor. And people fall for it, all the time.
It is not until a real talent comes along….
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