Our Readers’ Campfire Stories for Scary Season

Long before folks were strumming guitars and picking banjos, they were telling stories. Stories about origin, hopes, dreams, and fears, and lessons learned. These stories guided lives and relationships, became myths, legends, and songs, and were passed down for generations and adjusted for place and time. From “The Knoxville Girl” to “Down in the Willow Garden,” to Lindi Ortega’s “Murder of Crows” and Tyler Childers’ “Banded Clovis,” the spooky story looms large in bluegrass, old-time, and Americana music.

For the season, we asked BGS readers to share their own roots music-themed writing with us in the form of spooky fiction, creative non-fiction, poetry, or cross-genre writing. We were not disappointed! Below, Emily Garcia’s young musician narrator achieves justice for poor Rose Connelly of “Down in the Willow Garden,” and Stuart Thompson details the sad fate of two brother fiddlers who became entangled with the wrong woman.

But first, we share with you an old tale of the farmer and the devil, regarding the origin of crop circles, found in a newspaper from 1678 – from which we’ve also pulled the creepy and fantastic woodcut we’ve chosen for lead image.

With this series, we hope to honor and continue the long tradition of storytelling and verse that has lived alongside and contributed to our favorite genres of music.

“The Mowing Devil Or, Strange News Out of Hartford-Shire”

Being a true relation of a farmer,
who bargaining with a poor farmer about the cutting down three half acres of Oats;
upon the mower’s asking too much, the farmer swore, that the devil mow it, rather than He;
And so it fell out, that that very night, the crop of oats shew’d as if it had been all of a Flame:
But next morning appear’d so neatly mow’d by the Devil, or some infernal spirit, that no mortal man was able to do the like.
Also, how the said oats now lay in the field, and the owner has not power to fetch them away.


Source: The Public Domain Review. August 22, 1678.


“Beneath the Sun, Above the Moon”
by Emily Garcia

The Hunter’s Moon, red from eclipse, slides above the pines and half-bare maple trees, its hollow stare cast over Virginia’s Appalachian Plateau. Behind it, the night is black as pitch.

“You okay, Wills?” asks Annie. No, she hasn’t been okay in months, but Annie doesn’t want to hear that.

“Yeah, of course!” Willow rosins her bow, trying to ignore the wailing in her ears.

Annie glances down, rocking the toe of her boot into a groove on the worn cabin floor. “I hope I wasn’t too pushy…I just thought playing again might help.”

Two weeks earlier, over the phone, Annie had been less concerned about being pushy. “Willow Rose O’Connell, I’m not taking no for an answer. You are coming to Hunter Jam Weekend, just like you have every year for the last four years. I will not let my best friend rot away in some North Carolina suburb just because one tour didn’t work out.”

Didn’t work out. That was the story she let everyone believe: she had quit the gig of a lifetime halfway through the European arena tour, all because she couldn’t handle the pressure and had a nervous breakdown in a hotel room in London. It was a breakdown so bad that she flew straight back to Nashville that night, packed her entire apartment, drove eight hours to her parents’ house in Raleigh, and was now living in her childhood bedroom strung out on Xanax.

“What a shame,” people liked to say.

Now, she forces a smile. “I appreciate it, Annie. I’m good. I’m glad I’m here.”

Relief washes over Annie’s face. “Okay awesome. Let’s go, then. You don’t need to solo or anything, just play.” Annie grabs her mandolin and heads for the door. Willow follows, fiddle tucked neatly under her arm.

They wind through a wooded path lit only by the moon, towards the fire where the rest of their group has already started jamming. She can’t shake the wailing sound. An old recurring nightmare from childhood, a screaming woman next to a riverbank, has resurfaced with a vengeance since she left the tour six months ago. On the worst nights, the screams would weave themselves around memories of her grandmother’s shriveled voice singing old folk songs by the fireplace.

My race is run beneath the sun, the devil is waiting for me.

What no one knows is that an hour before the nervous breakdown, she forced her way out of the back of the tour bus, shaking uncontrollably, the manager’s whiskey breath staining the air. She had escaped the worst, thank god, but his slurred voice taunted behind her. “Don’t even try telling anyone, Will. You know I can ruin you.”

She knows. She knows how this industry works.

They reach the circle and Willow perches on a stump by the fire. There are a few awkward mumbled greetings, her former companions from the Nashville scene now looking at her like the ghost of an old friend. “Okay, where we at?” Annie cuts in. “‘Deep River’?” And with that, the jam resumes. Every time solos reach her, she leans to Annie and passes them off. The screaming is back, louder than usual, mixing with the songs into a sideways cacophony that makes her feel sick to her stomach. Her playing drifts off, she squeezes her eyes shut. The fire feels like it’s taking over her body.

The tune ends, and she gets up. “Sorry guys, I think I need to go lie down for a second. My head is killing me.” A murmur of concern ripples through the group but she can hardly hear it. She heads up the path towards the cabin.

The screaming is getting louder, and the ground feels like it’s shifting beneath her. Vertigo, maybe. The devil is waiting for me. She stumbles forward, barely conscious of where she’s going. You know I can ruin you. She reaches for a tree to steady herself, but the trees seem to be sliding up and down the periphery. She falls, hands driving into the dirt. Eyes squeeze shut.

The screaming stops.

A faint sound of banjo and a slurring male voice touches the air. She slowly pushes herself up, eyes adjusting. The sun is out, hanging red and low over the horizon, as if the moon has reversed its course. A river runs to her right.

In front of her lies a young woman, wispy brown hair fanned across the dry grass, and a half-empty bottle of burgundy wine next to her. She could almost be peacefully asleep, if not for the 15-inch knife sticking out of her chest and the crimson blood soaking her white cotton dress.

She stares at the woman like a mirror, the smell of whiskey burning her nose, when she hears him, gasping. She looks up. He’s in a loose-fitting linen shirt and dirty denim overalls, his eyes bloodshot, a banjo clutched in his left hand. His splotched face drains to white as their gazes meet.

“Rose– I– Rosie, my dear– I– I– I… my God, my God.” His trembling voice is centuries old. He glances wildly at the dead girl’s face, then back at Willow.

Her fingers curl around the knife handle and she pulls upward.

“I didn’t m-m-mean… I– I– I… Rosie please, I love you.”

She raises her bow arm. Her movements are not her own. Virginia turns red beneath the sun. The screaming begins again, different now, deafening.

Then it stops.

Heavenly quiet. And then a heavy splash.

It’s dark again. The moon is fixed to the night sky, and she’s standing at the edge of the circle. “You scared me!” Annie raises her eyebrows. “You okay, girl?”

“Yeah I’m good. Just needed a quick nap.”

Willow picks up her fiddle, which she had left leaning against the stump, and gives it a quick tune. “Okay y’all. ‘Wheel Hoss’? I’ll kick.” Without waiting for a reply, she jumps in. A few hollers from the group, and they all launch after her. Her fingers dance across the strings as everyone else holds back to hear her, finally, play again.

The final notes ring out. Silence, then the circle explodes into wild cheers and laughter.

Annie turns to her, grinning. “See Will, I told you playing again would help…” Her voice trails off.

Willow follows Annie’s stare. Her hands, strings, and fingerboard shine in the firelight, covered in blood.


Emily Garcia is a writer and fiddle player who spent her early career studying and performing within Nashville’s roots scene. She is now based in southern Maine and continues to perform, travel, and write stories inspired by American music and place. You can follow her work on Instagram at @imemilygarcia.


“Brother Fiddlers”
by Stuart Thompson

Up in Clear Creek County, when the wind is lying still,
They say you can hear it high above the Argo Mill.
The sound is lonesome, and the sound is low,
Like the fiddlers pointing out the guilty with their bows.

Will and Tom were brothers, bold and bound for gold,
They followed the rush where the rivers ran cold.
They staked their claim where the tall pines lean,
And they carved their camp in a cut of green.

By day they dug with blood and sweat,
By night they played in the dry sunset.
Twin fiddles rose in the old saloon,
And the one they played for was a gal named Lou.

She poured the drinks and danced the floor,
With eyes that knew what men were for.
She’d kiss you soft, then slip away–
Leave you lost ’til your dying day.

Up in Clear Creek County, when the wind is lying still,
They say you can hear it high above the Argo Mill.
The sound is lonesome, and the sound is low,
Like the fiddlers pointing out the guilty with their bow.

They struck it rich – oh, mother lode!
A vein so thick it near broke the road.
One would sleep while the other stood,
Guardin’ gold in the dark pine wood.

But Lou, she schemed with a serpent’s smile,
Fed them lies and love the while.
“I want the stronger,” she said with a kiss.
“One who’d fight for a prize like this.”

So Will took watch on a moonless night,
With rage in his heart and death in sight.
Tom came quiet, just to check the claim–
But Will saw red and took his aim.

The shot rang once, and his brother fell,
And all went silent but the echo’s knell.
Will knelt down with a choking cry–
Then Lou stepped out with a pistol high.

No words she spoke, no tear she shed,
Just one quick flash – and Will was dead.
She buried them both where the cold creek bends,
And set her sights on richer ends.

Up in Clear Creek County, when the wind is lying still,
They say you can hear it high above the Argo Mill.
The sound is lonesome, and the sound is low,
Like the fiddlers pointing out the guilty with their bows.

She bought new gowns and she drank top shelf,
But Lou could never escape herself.
At night she’d wake with a strangled cry–
Hearing bows that scraped like a widow’s sigh.

She climbed the trail where the cold winds moan,
To the shaft where the brothers’ blood was sown.
And some say madness took her mind–
She walked into that hole and left no sign.

Now nothing grows where the gold once lay,
Just wind and whispers and strings that play.
The miners say, when the stars hang low,
You’ll hear twin fiddles weep and glow…

Up in Clear Creek County, when the wind is lying still,
They say you can hear it high above the Argo Mill.
The sound is lonesome, and the sound is low,
Like the fiddlers pointing out the guilty with their bows.


Stuart Thompson is a husband, dad, and mandolin picker from Denver, Colorado. He can be found online at @stu.art.thompson.


Stay tuned for more opportunities to publish your own writing or art on BGS in a future collection!

Collection edited by Rachel Baiman and BGS staff.

Lead Image: Woodcut, “The Mowing Devil Or, Strange News Out of Hartford-Shire”, August 22, 1678. Source: The Public Domain Review.

BGS 5+5: Sam Burchfield

Artist: Sam Burchfield
Hometown: Seneca, South Carolina (now Jasper, Georgia)
Latest Album: Nature Speaks (out October 24 on Cloverdale Records)
Personal Nicknames (or rejected band names): Sammy B. Rejected band name: Sam & The Samwiches.

What was the first moment that you knew you wanted to be a musician?

Around the same time my older sister started playing electric bass, I saw O Brother, Where Art Thou? and I heard “Eruption” by Van Halen for the first time. These memories all felt very important to me wanting to start playing guitar. As soon as I started playing guitar there was no going back. It consumed my life in the best way. Started my first band in 7th grade and ever since I have been writing songs and putting out records. (Long live Kelly Sparks The Fuse, my experimental garage rock band from middle school.)

What’s the most difficult creative transformation you’ve ever undertaken?

Becoming a parent. Ha!

But for real, it has so drastically changed who I am. It feels like I have finally unfolded from within myself. The past 3 years – we just had our second child six months ago – have shown the biggest overall life challenges as well as growth that I’ve yet to experience. My wife and I have been pushed in every way to dig deep and push forward. It’s beautiful, it’s painful, it’s meaningful. Creatively, it has really focused me and helped me to cut away some of the fluff.

If you had to write a mission statement for your career, what would it be?

Going off the last question, it has been so hard to keep pursuing being an artist as a “career” over the last decade. I think it has also made me really value the core reason that I’m doing all of this and putting myself and my family through so much chaos sometimes.

Ultimately, I want to inspire people to see the truth, beauty, and goodness of the world.

Does pineapple really belong on pizza?

Without a doubt, but only when it’s next to that ham, babayyyyy!

If you didn’t work in music, what would you do instead?

Well my first dream job was professional Lego builder. So probably that.

Although, nowadays I really love a good home project. Currently building an addition on the house and there is nothing as satisfying as throwing up a freshly framed wall. So maybe a carpenter!


Photo Credit: Erin Burchfield

Heather Aubrey Lloyd’s Guide to Murder Ballad Survival

As you might guess, there’s tens of dollars to be made working in folk music. One of the more macabre ways I’ve made a living is… um… off the dead, performing educational programs on gender inequality in murder ballads for more than a decade with my band, ilyAIMY (i love you And I Miss You).

Maybe I was just born spooky (Halloween birthday!), but I’ve made the most of my curiosity for folk music’s unnerving and often misogynistic underbelly. All while collecting a few outliers that turn the old tales on their heads.

First found in Europe in the 1600s, murder ballad poems and songs have since become heavily associated with traditional American music. A mainstay in country and folk – whether it’s Polly or Omie falling prey to poor choices, or “Stagger Lee” (a staple since 1897), or Brokeneck Girls: The Murder Ballad Musical selling out its 2023 run – we’re still pressing play on cautionary tales of love inextricably woven with violence and remorseless outlaws. But we’re also starting to look back at the facts, wondering more at why the women of murder ballads are voiceless victims and rarely vigilantes.

I’ve kept the body count relatively low on my new album, Panic Room with a View, but there are a few graves. It is October after all. So, witches, black widows, and wanton women – who makes it out from this Mixtape alive? – Heather Aubrey Lloyd

“Bang, Bang” – Nancy Sinatra

This one might be a metaphor, but the messaging sure isn’t. Love is interlaced with violence right from childhood: “He would always win the fight,” and she should have known better. P.S. Sinatra may be singing it, but this lament from the “female perspective” was written by Sonny Bono.

“Come All Ye Fair And Tender Ladies” – Odetta

In rare cases, it’s not a man’s voice behind the mask, but women warning one another to “lock their hearts” against lying lovers. Cause of death here will eventually be sorrow, but don’t worry – we’re getting to the grisly bits and what happens when you don’t heed the warnings.

“Pretty Polly” – Coon Creek Girls

Appalachian, music academic, or horror movie fan, we all know the rules: the girl getting “busy” is the first body to drop. This song has roots in 1750s English ballads, where the pregnant and unwed victim at least sometimes gets revenge as a ghost. Not so with most American versions of Polly, or North Carolina’s Omie Wise, where the vague-but-violent tale is told with little remorse or consequence.

This is the blueprint of the classic American murder ballad. He’s dug the grave in advance or brought her to the river (no obvious sin-cleansing symbolism here) and “her blood, it did flow.” In some versions of “The Knoxville Girl,” his friends still try to bail him out of jail. Though countless renditions exist (The Byrds, Béla Fleck & Abigail Washburn, etc.), this stark presentation by the Coon Creek Girls has always been my favorite.

“Barbara Allen” – Joan Baez

Controversial opinion alert! I’ve always had a huge problem with the claim of “the world’s most-collected English-language folk ballad.”

Barbara Allen doesn’t die because she loves a man, but because she simply doesn’t. When women refuse there are still consequences, and “hard-hearted” Barb’ry follows “sweet” William to his grave, where he entwines with her in death. Ew. Still, it’s hard to argue with Baez’s perfectly mournful vocal take on this tune.

“The Dreadful End of Marianna for Sorcery” – Malinky

Or, if she says no and doesn’t die of sorrow, you can always cry “witch” and get her burned at the stake. Happy Halloween! You might think it’s a traditional, but this modern murder ballad from the year 2000 has a feminist twist; Marianna gets to tell on the men who wronged her, their hypocrisy revealed, her virtue extolled. This is a significant evolution from the third-person narrator (or male murderer’s perspective) pervasive in classic murder ballads.

“Frankie and Johnny” – Pete Seeger

Let’s get to a murderess. What if I told you Pete Seeger was singing you a lie? Did Frankie shoot her cheatin’ man? Yup, on October 14, 1899, Frankie Baker did. Was she sentenced to the electric chair for it? No. Songwriters didn’t bother waiting on the verdict. Besides, what ideas might women get if they thought they might get away with it?

Just days after the shooting, the streets of St. Louis were already singing. Frankie’s philandering beau, Allen, became “Albert” then “Johnny.” And Frankie, who unsuccessfully sued once a movie was made, was hounded by hundreds of renditions before she died in 1952.

“The Valley Is Ours” – Heather Aubrey Lloyd

Does a folk singer owe listeners absolute truth, or do we use bits and pieces of honesty to shed light on greater truths? As a songwriter and a former journalist, I’ve spent a while reconciling that question. This song from my freshly released album is a perfect example. I weave true stories from various eras of flood-ravaged Ellicott City, Maryland – a news article about a drowning victim, my time sanitizing debris from my friend’s submerged apartment – into a fictional family, unifying the experiences for the greater story representing all those who brave disaster and rebuild.

“Independence Day” – Martina McBride

If you’re an ’80s baby like me, this 1995 CMA Song of the Year (and one of Rolling Stone’s 100 Greatest Country Songs of All Time) was probably the first murder ballad you heard on the radio. Domestic violence, the standard trope, drives the battered wife to finally burn down the house with them both in it, leaving their surviving daughter to wonder, “I ain’t sayin’ it’s right or it’s wrong/ But maybe it’s the only way.”

I’ve spent years thinking about just how many other ways there should be for that woman. And maybe that’s the point of a great line like that. (I was too nervous to ask Gretchen Peters, the song’s writer, when I opened for her in 2022.)

“Silent Little Bells” – ilyAIMY

We all start by mimicking the art we loved growing up. So, it’s no wonder that in 2010 when it came time to write a murder ballad for my own band, ilyAIMY, I couldn’t seem to let the murderess get away with it, either. But my questions were starting. How do I reconcile my love of murder ballads with their problematic or outdated ideas? Can the women get more say in their stories?

“Can it be a sin/ For a woman done wrong to do the man done it/ Do that man right in?”

“Country Death Song” – The Violent Femmes

And I probably threw my fictional characters down a well, because I subconsciously remembered it from this song. We are all the culmination of everything we’ve ever heard and only think we’ve forgotten. This song’s presentation is so deadpan it’s almost parody, like a scary Halloween costume. An innocent daughter falls victim to a father’s starvation and madness. And when the victim is a woman child, at least, the murderer can’t live with the guilt and punishes himself.

“Delia’s Gone” – Johnny Cash

You can’t have a murder ballad Mixtape without Johnny Cash. The man in black – also a kind of persona/costume – put plenty of women in the ground through song, with a vocal delivery that’s dead serious. We know little about Delia’s actual “trifling” offenses, and as with early American murder ballads, much is left to the imagination.

“So if your woman’s devilish/ You can let her run/ Or you can bring her down and do her/ Like Delia got done…” references the old trope that men are somewhat justified killing sinful women, be it 1762 or 1962.

“Church Bells” – Carrie Underwood

Between 2000 and 2016 women got a lot of mixed messages about spousal abuse and murder ballads. The Chicks’ infamous “Goodbye Earl” was met with 14% of Radio & Records reporting stations refusing to play it with accusations the song “advocated premeditated murder.” Um … “Folsom Prison” much?!? Why not the same uproar for 2007’s “Gunpowder & Lead” wherein Miranda Lambert shows she’s willing, but we never get the actual trigger pull, or Underwood’s similar poisoning of an abusive husband in 2016?

Answer: It’s all about the aftermath and the attitude. The Chicks were too undeniably happy. “Church Bells,” meanwhile, walks the line that the bells toll for her in remorse and damnation, or that she finds absolution in the church.

“Pocket of God” – Cory Branan

When asked how the genre is evolving, I can’t hit play fast enough on this tune, featured on BGS in 2022. It has all the vicious, remorseless teeth I want in my bloody ballads – along with a surprising respect for its female victim. “Pocket” is reminiscent of a narcocorrido (Mexican drug ballad), narrated by a dealer who falls for a woman that becomes “a punch” he “couldn’t counter” and someone he “admired” for her intelligence. It’s only when she double-crosses him in business that he’s forced to kill her, like any other rogue henchman, as an example. But she haunts him.

“Oh (Field Recording)” – Laurel Hells Ramblers

Young artists keeping old Appalachian song traditions alive might be killing off a new kind of character – their former selves. Trans songstress Clover-Lynn follows up this boy’s murder by asking her father, “Oh, tell me daddy/ Can you ever forgive/ The death of your son/ So your daughter can live?”

“The Ballad of Yvonne Johnson” – Eliza Gilkyson

Trigger warning: this one’s a hard listen, but the truth always is. Instead of exploiting “Stagger Lee” as a Black anti-hero powerful enough to usurp the devil, or fetishizing Frankie in her kimono, we get the thorough, unflinching story of a Canadian Cree woman’s childhood abuse and the murder it drove her to, told in her words (Johnson shares a writing credit) through Gilkyson. All so that listeners can “awaken to themselves and to all people of this world.” When it comes to the fate of women in murder ballads, we’re starting to make room for greater complexity.

“Sisterly” – Jean Rohe

I’m skeptical that a song can change the world, but this song definitely changed me. When Rohe witnesses an assault on a woman from her window, she hesitates to get involved “in the name of it wasn’t me.”

“I’m not known for being sisterly/ Let the strong girls win and cut the weak ones free/ The boys lie, they say the boys are mean / Said I better get myself a spot on the boys’ team.”

We’re left uncertain of the girl’s fate, but mine was revealed. I was Rohe at the window, who didn’t like women I viewed as weak. I’d learned the rules to survive and they hadn’t. After I couldn’t look away from that part of myself, I started performing with more women, looking harder at where I stand in life and in the songs I love.


Photo Credit: Rob Hinkal

Dave Hause on Only Vans with Bri Bagwell

Dave Hause is a rock ‘n’ roller based in California. We share a booking agent that sparked our friendship, so I was very excited to have this conversation put on tape with my new friend, Dave. We talk about prioritizing your time as a musician, twins, touring being a gift, syncs and music supervisors, and his own music festival, Sing Us Home Festival. Dave’s new album …and The Mermaid is out now.

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Today on Only Vans, I have my new rock and roll friend, Dave Hause (pronounced like “pause”), thanks to our mutual booking agent who we both love and adore – looking at you Alex Fang at New Frontier. We chatted via Zoom, because Dave was home in California before heading out on his giant multi-country tour to support his new album. It’s called Dave Hause …and The Mermaid.

We don’t talk enough about Will Hoge and how he produced a few of Dave’s records, because time flies while we chat about Dave’s journey and his incredible Sing Us Home Festival that he puts on with his brother, Tim. The former leader of beloved Philly punk rockers The Loved Ones is clearly loving this chapter of his life with his band, The Mermaid. He almost makes me cry with his kind and inspirational words about placing our value in ticket sales. Go listen to the new record! It rocks.


 

What Is a Cowboy Ballad?

Sam Shackleton is a good example of the successful contemporary songwriter – a Scottish traditional folk singer with some formal education in musicology. He posts excellent, moody clips online; he goes viral enough to open for bands and artists like the Mary Wallopers or Willi Carlisle; and he releases music on Bandcamp. Though he could easily slide into a minor but culturally significant record label, he released his new album Scottish Cowboy Ballads and Early American Folk Songs independently; when a writer emails him, the answers come back on a plain Hotmail account, his avatar a famous 19th century painting of Robbie Burns.

There is something telling in this amalgamation: the 200 years of cowboy songs, the move between America and Scotland, the slightly old-fashioned email address. Even Shackelton’s very contemporary distribution methods envelop other kinds of tradition, the busker as troubadour or a work song floating across oceans. For example, when he sings “The Butcher Boy,” his framing includes that Mary Wallopers’ cover from a couple of years ago, the Sinead O’Connor version before that, and the Tommy Makem version before that. And he also echoes those who sang before them. “The Butcher Boy” is not even a cowboy song, though. When he offers songs like “Chisholm Trail” or “I Ride an Auld Paint,” something shifts in how he sings them.

The cowboy song is muddled – it is the expression of poor, often Black, Hispanic, or Indigenous agricultural workers, telling explicit stories about their lives – but like a shanty, it is also a song that aids labor, in passing the time and moving the livestock along. These dual instincts of work and entertainment gathered into an oral tradition, which was translated into grand public spectacles. These spectacles were later depicted on radio, film, and television, abstracted and cleaned up. When a singer chooses to return to these songs, their versions are always paratextual – they are making choices of interpretation. When Shackleton sings the verses in “Chisholm Trail” about punching bosses or selling cowboy gear, he is foregrounding a kind of economic subtext, which might be less fun and seems more serious.

It reminds me a bit of growing up in Alberta (maybe because on “Roving Cowboy” Shackleton sings about crossing the Rockies and the “cold and distant plains”), or my relations in Calgary, that city mostly named after Scottish figures, romantic still for a set of cultures that doesn’t exist. How much easier it is to consider the romance of the West without considering the isolation of it all. Men would be sent from places like Scotland to the prairies as part of a great colonial project; the rascal sons of minor aristocracy, rampaging across the land. That roving grew into myths of grand cowboy narratives. The big rodeo turned into a banal bacchanal. When Shackleton sings in “Roving Cowboy” about leaving “his good old father” or “his friends and home there,” he refuses the grandeur and returns to the profound isolation. A kind of homecoming in place and in time that may never occur.

Talking to Shackleton via email for Good Country, I learned that an album I first thought was a small jape was really a sophisticated conversation with these traditions, lands, and desires.

I am curious about why cowboy ballads and also how you define a cowboy ballad – some of the songs seem very clearly part of that tradition, but some to be an extension of it. Is “Butcher Boy” a cowboy ballad?

Sam Shackelton: I’ve always been a fan of cowboy music since spending many hours watching old Westerns, when I’d go through and spend the weekends with my dad as a kid in a wee Scottish town called Bridge of Alan. For me, the best part about them was the music, singing, whistling, and yodeling. Even to this day I think it’s pretty hard to find anything cooler than Dean Martin singing “My Rifle, My Pony and Me” in Rio Bravo.

Much of my early musical influences were inspired by my father. I remember vividly the first time he showed me the excellent Woodstock: 3 Days of Peace & Music documentary of the 1969 festival, which first led me down the path of learning to play and wanting to be a musician – though at the time I didn’t think I’d ever be good enough to step on a stage. In regard to the album title, I originally was going to just call the album Scottish Cowboy Ballads, but decided to throw in the “Early American Folk Songs” to allow me to add a broader range of songs to the album such as “The Butcher Boy” or “O Death.”

Could you talk a little bit about the loops of influence which exist in folk music circles. The Scottish ballads which end up in Appalachia, from the 18th century onward, but also the dual folk revivals in the 1950s and 1960s? Where do you see your place in the ebb and flow of these revivals or these conversations?

Mainly through my own research and watching many hours of old music videos and documentaries on YouTube as a teenager, I discovered the American and Scottish folk revivals of the 1950s and ‘60s and knew I’d finally found my musical home, so to speak. I strongly believe that what you put in is what you get out, as a musician, when it comes to inspiration, so I deeply immersed myself in this music for many years. Still to this day only really listen to music from this period or those who can capture a similar sound today. I was deeply inspired by Woody Guthrie and also by his close friend, Cisco Houston, especially his album, Cowboy Ballads, which was a big influence on my latest album and much of my earlier music too.

I’ve always been drawn to less commercially popular musicians, such as Walt Robertson or Alex Campbell, those with incredible talent but whose work went generally under the radar in favor of bigger, more commercialised folk artists. People often talk of Guthrie when referring to the folk revival, but even his songs were greatly aided by Cisco’s harmonies and Sonny Terry’s whooping harmonica, another huge inspiration of mine.

I also had the great privilege of studying at the School of Scottish Studies at the University of Edinburgh for 5 years, where I got both my undergraduate and master’s degrees. The School of Scottish Studies was founded during the Scottish folk revival in the 1950s and was based on a vast collection of field recordings collected primarily by Calum MacLean – brother of the legendary Gaelic poet Sorley MacLean – and renowned ethnomusicologist and poet Hamish Henderson. [Henderson] made many of his early Scottish recordings with Alan Lomax during his time in Scotland in the ‘50s.

I focused primarily on Scottish/Celtic studies, Scots-American emigration and musical traditions, and ethnomusicology, with a specific focus on the work of Alan Lomax – and what I identified as the new “digital folk revival,” which is happening right now on social media. In my masters thesis, I argued that modern online digital communications technologies (such as social media platforms like YouTube) are facilitating multiple new folk revivals. Lomax prophetically identified this in his 1972 paper “Appeal for Cultural Equity,” where he identified both the risk of mass communication technologies to traditional folk cultures, but also their extraordinary ability to preserve and facilitate folk revivals by allowing everyone to share and participate in folk traditions on a vastly more even playing field. All you need now is a mobile phone and you can participate in the digital folk revival, sharing and listening to songs from every corner of the world.

In relation to your original question, it is indeed true that many of the songs that were sung during the folk revival in North America at that time (and throughout American history) also had a very close and deep connection to the mass emigration of people from Scotland, Ireland, England, and Wales during the 18th and 19th centuries and beyond. This is evident in songs such as “Pretty Saro,” which is also on the album. This was a song sung commonly in England but was lost to time, only to be rediscovered being sung in the mountains of Appalachia by early song collectors. And, as such, the song became popular again across the Atlantic. This is a perfect example of how these early folk revivals facilitated this full circle of cross-cultural transfer.

How was this album affected by the large-scale American touring you have done in the last few years?

My time spent touring in the USA and Canada was certainly a big influence on this album. I traveled all over the states, starting in Nashville, where I then traveled through Kentucky and Tennessee with my good friend and director of the YouTube channel GemsOnVHS, Anthony Simpkins – his channel being another great example of the digital folk revival in action. We recorded a bunch of amazing music in the hollers and I met many amazing musicians during my time there, such as Benjamin Tod and Ashley Mae from Lost Dog Street Band.

[They] kindly invited us to spend the night at their house in rural Kentucky along with Jason O’Dea to shoot some guns (my first time doing so in the USA) and play some songs around the campfire. I remember playing Benjamin Tod an old Scottish ballad called “Tramps and Hawkers” on the banjo by the fire, to which he then responded that he was also aware of versions of the same song that had been sung in the American folk tradition. Again, highlighting this close cross-cultural connection between the Scottish and American musical folk traditions. I then toured all across the East and West Coasts of the USA and Canada with my good pals, legendary Irish folk band the Mary Wallopers, before selling out a couple shows of my own on the East Coast.

I noticed that the album’s songs are mostly very short – some under two minutes. Can you talk a little bit about that? Is that related to busking? How else does busking appear in these kinds of recordings? How does busking online relate to busking in person?

Since this is the first ever album I will be releasing on 12” vinyl LPs, I decided to try and fit as many songs on it as possible. Obviously, due to the physical limitations of the vinyl medium, I had to make sure my album was within a certain length of time, hence why some of the songs may seem shorter. Although there are a good few short songs on there, you will indeed find a few longer ones such as “Old Rosin the Bow” or “The Blackest Crow.”

I know that the Mary Wallopers sing “Butcher Boy,” and it is often a touchstone for Irish singers (the Mary Wallopers, Lankum, Lisa O’Neil, Sinead O’Connor, the Clancy Brothers), but also the Irish diaspora. In fact, in a live recording from the Clancys, Tommy Makem calls it, “Well known in America.” What is your relationship to both the song and the people listening to it? How do you make songs thought commonly to be American or Irish to be Scottish?

“The Butcher Boy” is a class wee ballad and you are right in noting that it is indeed popular amongst Irish artists such as The Clancy Brothers, their version being my favorite. However, the history of this ballad and its origins are far more complex, as this ballad is actually derived from multiple old English broadside ballads such as “Sheffield Park,” “The Brisk Young Sailor,” and “The Squire’s Daughter,” to name but a few. Many versions of this song have been collected across England, Ireland, Scotland, and North America. It is perhaps one of the best examples of a cross-cultural folk ballad I can think of.

I had actually stopped singing this song for a long time after what happened with my dad, as the later verses were far too similar to what I had experienced with my father’s suicide. But, despite how hard it was for me to sing again, I felt it absolutely needed to be included on this album. If anything comes from people hearing that song in particular, I hope that they show some love to the people in their lives who may be struggling. It’s not easy being a human on this cruel old rock hurtling through space, so we all need all the love and support we can get.

I noticed that you dedicated this album to your father – what was your relationship to him?

Yes, I dedicated this album to my father, as it’s my first major release since he tragically took his own life in the summer of 2023. We also used to sing many of these songs from the album together when I was younger. As I mentioned at the start, my father has always been a huge influence on my music and I can say for certain that I wouldn’t be a musician today if it weren’t for him. From buying me my first guitar to constantly taking me on stage to perform with him as a child.

My mother and father actually used to be in a band together before I was born called Big Shacks. My mother, Kim, was the singer and my father, Norman, was the lead guitarist. I have many fond memories of busking with my dad on the streets of Edinburgh and Glasgow as a child, too. It was something that brought us very close together over the years. When he died, it really took a huge toll on me. I was actually down in England opening for Willi Carlisle when it happened and I was also in the process of getting my American O-1 visa at the time. I decided to still go ahead with the first American tour a few months later, regardless. However, afterwards I was in a really bad place mentally, so I decided to take a long break from performing until I finally felt ready to return. In that time, I recorded this album and as such I have dedicated it to his memory. I’ve now also returned to touring in the last few months and will be announcing a really big tour of my own in the very near future!

What makes a Scottish Cowboy different than other cowboys?

Scotland has a very long history of cattle droving, going back many hundreds if not thousands of years. There is indeed much to be said on the topic of Scottish cowboys and their influence on the conceptualization of the American cowboy and the Wild West. A good place to start, if you want to research this fascinating topic further, is the fantastic book by Rob Gibson called Highland Cowboys: From the Hills of Scotland to the American Wild West. In it, he details the links between the two cultures, as not only did the thousands of emigrants from the Scottish Highlands and Lowlands bring with them their musical culture and songs to the New World, they also brought with them their unique way of life and cattle-herding culture and practices. Not to mention the practice of cattle rustling, which although not unique to Scotland was a very common yet serious crime throughout Scottish history.

To further emphasise this connection, I included the song “Chisholm Trail,” as this song is sung about the historic cattle trail that runs from Texas to Kansas, which is named after the famous half-Scottish, half-Cherokee cowboy, Jesse Chisholm.


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BGS 5+5: Meredith Moon

Artist: Meredith Moon
Hometown: Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Latest Album: From Here to the Sea (released September 12, 2025)

Which artist has influenced you the most – and how?

I’m a bit of a deep-dive Dylan archivist. I’m one of those people who knows every bootleg series and can never get enough of the intricacies and nuances surrounding the various versions of his works. So while I know I’m not unique in this answer, I’d have to say Bob Dylan.

Which elements of nature do you spend the most time with and how do they impact your work?

I spend most of my time outside in an attempt to maintain my humanity, but I’m pretty sure I’ve spent the majority of my most meaningful/intentional time in nature up in the lake country of Ontario, canoeing in places like Algonquin Park, The Kawartha Highlands, Northwestern Ontario, etc. I’ve gone on quite a few trips that are generally about a week or two in duration; I did one solo trip (with my dog) in Southern Algonquin Park that lasted five nights and six days. When you’re out there, you know exactly why you’re there and everything you need just comes to you. If you know you know! My belief is that when we put ourselves in vulnerable positions we can access something way back in our DNA that sort of guides us on how to survive. So I like doing that every once in a while, just to remind myself that I’m still connected to that.

What’s the most difficult creative transformation you’ve ever undertaken?

Getting sober, hands down. It took me months after quitting drinking to remember that I was still a musician and that I could still craft songs. I think part of that is the sort of “biopic culture” that follows you around as a musician. That we all have to be drunk cowboys in bars in order to have validity within the Americana scene.

However, as soon as I got sober and actually talked openly about it, it turned out that the majority of musicians I looked up to in the scene were actually sober, too, all along. It came back to me eventually, but there was definitely a period of reinvention before I could get anything out.

What is a genre, album, artist, musician, or song that you adore that would surprise people?

I was real big on ’90s grunge as a teenager. Some may be surprised that there’s actually a pretty strong connection between that stuff and traditional American folk tunes – the structure, some of the changes, etc. When I was a kid, I would have songs by Hole next to songs by Odetta and Doc Watson on the same playlist. I just like songs that have a strong melody and focused lyrics. And if you look at the song that way, there isn’t much difference.

If you didn’t work in music, what would you do instead?

My first love was painting and probably always will be. I’ve done photography professionally as well through the years, as well as other crafts. So I suppose if the music weren’t around, I’d just switch to the visual arts.


Photo Credit: Someari Benson-Jaja

You Gotta Hear This: Lonesome River Band, The Prickly Pair, and More

You’ve reached the end of the week and we’ve got roots music ready to take you into the weekend. It’s our weekly roundup of new music, new videos, and premieres.

Continuing with our mini-series this week, saxophonist Eddie Barbash returns with yet another excellent performance video of a classic instrumental bluegrass tune on sax. This time, he offers “Clinch Mountain Backstep,” listening to and learning from every instrument in a classic bluegrass five-piece in order to forge his own way through the melody on his outlier of a string band instrument. Also in bluegrass, the long-running and fundamental group Lonesome River Band have unveiled a new single today, “No Business Mountain,” drawing inspiration from near their home turf, down the road in Patrick County, Virginia. It’s a lilting, sunshiny bluegrass song perfect for a two-step.

Americana duo The Prickly Pair have brought us a song from their upcoming self-titled EP. Out next week, you can hear a sneak peek of “Piece of the Sky” today, a vibe-rich retro-sounding song inspired by the infamous story of D. B. Cooper. Plus, Western North Carolina singer-songwriter and Steep Canyon Rangers member Aaron Burdett shares a new single, “Rhyme or Reason.” First conceived and written at a songwriting workshop with Darrell Scott a few years ago, Burdett’s recording of the track comes shortly after he got to share the stage with Scott in Brevard, N.C. A full circle moment right in time for the song’s release.

Singer-songwriter Max Gomez released his latest album, Memory Mountain, in late summer, but lucky for us he’s not done with bringing new content from the project yet. Today he shares a new music video for “New Mexico,” a number that some folks call the unofficial anthem for the state. Which, Gomez is deliberate in sharing with us, is also a point of the song: To remind listeners that New Mexico is indeed a state. Rounding out our collection, Appalachian Americana artist Darrin Hacquard also brings a new music video for “Places I Went,” a song from his brand new album, Weights & Measures, which is out today. It’s a track that interrogates duality and Hacquard describes as a sort of “fucked up gospel song.” But you’ll have to listen and watch to see if you agree.

Up and down the mountains, whether in Virginia, North Carolina, or New Mexico, there’s plenty of excellent roots music for you to enjoy right here on BGS. You Gotta Hear This!

Eddie Barbash, “Clinch Mountain Backstep”

Artist: Eddie Barbash
Hometown: Nashville, Tennessee
Song: “Clinch Mountain Backstep”
Album: Larkspur
Release Date: November 28, 2025 (The album will be released one song at a time with the last track coming out Nov. 28.)

In Their Words: “I enjoy playing fiddle music on saxophone because it feels like an adventure! I have to figure out how to make these tunes sound good on sax, because I have no example to look to. Every instrument in a string band has its own versions of the melodies that are uniquely suited to it. When I adapt a tune for saxophone, I listen to how every instrument plays it and then use the variations that work best for me. If there are any phrases that continue to elude me, I create my own variation that is unique to the saxophone. This process is especially evident with a banjo tune like ‘Clinch Mountain Backstep.'” – Eddie Barbash

(Editor’s Note: Watch the first two videos in our mini-series with Eddie Barbash here and here.)


Aaron Burdett, “Rhyme or Reason”

Artist: Aaron Burdett
Hometown: Saluda, North Carolina
Song: “Rhyme or Reason”
Release Date: October 17, 2025
Label: Organic Records

In Their Words: “The very last thing I did before the COVID pandemic hit in 2020 was to attend one of Darrell Scott’s ‘Songfood’ workshops. ‘Rhyme or Reason’ is a song I wrote over the course of a few days there with about a dozen other songwriters who were doing the same thing. I’d been thinking about the concept on the way, driving from my home in North Carolina over to Nashville, and when Darrell told us to bring a new song back to the group, this is what came up. I remember right where I was when the idea hit, which isn’t uncommon. And then it fleshed out there in that workshop in late February of 2020. As I write this now in September of 2025, I am proud to say I was on stage with Darrell recently singing with him at the Mountain Song Festival in Brevard. Funny how things turn out. And truly that’s what the song is about – appreciating the ride as we move through life and doing the best we can with what we have. Things work out.” – Aaron Burdett

Track Credits:
Aaron Burdett – Lead vocal, acoustic guitar
Kristin Scott Benson – Banjo
Carley Arrowood – Fiddle
Tristan Scroggins – Mandolin
Jon Weisberger – Upright bass
Wendy Hickman – Harmony vocal
Travis Book – Harmony vocal


Max Gomez, “New Mexico”

Artist: Max Gomez
Hometown: Taos, New Mexico
Song: “New Mexico”
Album: Memory Mountain
Release Date: October 17, 2025 (video); August 29, 2025 (album)

In Their Words: “The song is a protest song. What we’re protesting against in the song are our fellow Americans who seem to be unaware at times that my home state, the great state of New Mexico, is in fact one of the 50 that make up our nation. And yes, it’s sort of a tongue-in-cheek approach, but, it’s a real problem no less.

“In the last verse of the song I mean you no disrespect if you happen to be from Kansas or Kansas City, Missouri. Or if you ever worked for the TSA. It’s a true story, it happened to me when I was younger.

“Some folks call it the ‘unofficial state anthem’ of New Mexico. Perhaps one day we’ll find some legislature and crowbar it in the history books.” – Max Gomez


Darrin Hacquard, “Places I Went”

Artist: Darrin Hacquard
Hometown: Hocking Hills, Ohio
Song: “Places I Went”
Album: Weights & Measures
Release Date: October 17, 2025
Label: Like You Mean It Records

In Their Words: “‘Places I Went’ is an anthem of duality, highs and lows. I’ve always thought of this as a fucked up gospel song, riffing on the Christian notions of salvation and eternal life (heaven; ‘the mountaintop’) and the Buddhist conviction that life is suffering and completely impermanent ( ‘the river,’ never the same twice, it all melts away).

“The song also speaks to my mental/social duality – some days I want to live it up and laugh with all of my friends and some days I want to ‘live in a Goddamn cave!’ I have flirted with suicidal and depressive ideations at times, but ultimately want to stick it out to uncover the great mysteries and to sup of that holy chalice of gas station coffee with the radio on a late-night drive. I’m proud of the ‘Jawbreaker x Eagles’ brand of slacker rock we cooked up for this track and I never get tired of hearing Don Rogers’ ferocious Tele solos! The music video is especially dear and personal to me, as it features a pile of friends and family (including my lovely mother) who have been there through my highs and lows and helped me KEEP GOING!” – Darrin Hacquard


Lonesome River Band, “No Business Mountain”

Artist: Lonesome River Band
Hometown: Floyd, Virginia
Song: “No Business Mountain”
Release Date: October 17, 2025
Label: Mountain Home Music Company

In Their Words: “‘No Business Mountain’ is an idea that Barry and Will Hutchens mentioned to me a few years ago. It’s a place the three of us grew up seeing in our youth in eastern Patrick County, Virginia. I guess we all kind of had the thoughts that are portrayed in this song back in the day, but were never able to explore there. Made perfect sense to put what we thought it was like there in a song. We hope you enjoy the story!” – Sammy Shelor

Track Credits:
Sammy Shelor – Banjo, harmony vocal
Jesse Smathers – Acoustic guitar, harmony vocal
Mike Hartgrove – Fiddle
Adam Miller – Mandolin, lead vocal
Kameron Keller – Upright bass
Rod Riley – Electric guitar


The Prickly Pair, “Piece of the Sky”

Artist: The Prickly Pair (Mason Summit & Irene Greene)
Hometown: Nashville, Tennessee
Song: “Piece of the Sky”
Album: The Prickly Pair (EP)
Release Date: October 24, 2025

In Their Words: “I figured that we had things in common based on the first songs we played in [songwriting] class, the first day. We’d never met before [I’d invited him to write together]. Instantly, when Mason came into the room he had this idea. He said, ‘Do you know about D. B. Cooper?’ And I said, ‘No, I’ve never heard of that.’ But he thought it was something I would be interested in. So we looked it up and watched something about it and then we instantly came up with this thought. What would it be like to write a song from his perspective? And it worked really easily. Sometimes writing songs with people is challenging because you’re not on the same wavelength with them. But I felt instantly we had a connection and that we had a lot in common.” – Irene Greene

“The first day of songwriting class, Irene performed a song about Roswell, New Mexico and UFOs, so I thought another unsolved mystery/conspiracy theory might be a good jumping-off point for a co-write.” – Mason Summit


Photo Credit: Lonesome River Band by Sandlin Gaither; The Prickly Pair by Libby Danforth.

Sex, Drugs, and
Country Music

Editor’s Note: Each issue of Good Country, our co-founder Ed Helms will share a handful of good country artists, albums, and songs direct from his own earphones in Ed’s Picks.

Carter Faith
Carter Faith

Rolling Stone describes young country phenom Carter Faith as “a bright light for the future of country” – but she’s definitely illuminating the genre in the present! Her debut full length album, Cherry Valley, released earlier this month, displaying in full her gritty, fun, down-to-earth, and modern brand of Good Country.


Ghost Hounds
Ghost Hounds

Something special is happening with Ghost Hounds, a Pittsburgh Americana outfit combining blues, rock and roll, alt-country, soul, and much more. Their latest album, Almost Home, features the group’s new lead singer and frontman, SAVNT; a lineup change isn’t foiling this dynamic band, it’s building their momentum. They just made their Grand Ole Opry debut this week!


Vince Gill
Vince Gill

Perhaps our first repeat Ed’s Pick, but Vince Gill is always Good Country, right? The singer-picker-Country Hall of Famer-Eagles vocalist just announced a new series of EPs celebrating his lifelong career in music. The series, titled 50 Years From Home, begins with its first EP, I Gave You Everything I Had, today. We’re so grateful for all the years, all the music, and all you’ve given all of us, Vince!


Nick Shoulders
Nick Shoulders

Singer-songwriter-artist and Gar Hole Records co-proprietor Nick Shoulders is the real deal. He’s part of a broad movement of country musicians recentering the industry, its stakeholders, and its fans so the music better reflects all of the kinds of folks who love it. If you like Good Country that sticks it to the man, seeks justice, imagines a better world, and still sounds like “Grampa Music,” look out for his upcoming album, Refugia Blues (out October 31).


MORGXN
MORGXN

From Broadway in NYC to Lower Broadway in Nashville, MORGXN has done it all, but we find the singer-songwriter-performer thriving as he “reclaims his Nashville roots,” subverts expectations of musical and cultural stereotypes of country, and unabashedly celebrates queerness – especially so on his new twangy EP, Heartland: Part II. More MORGXNs like this in country, please and thank you.



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Photo Credits: Carter Faith by Bree Marie Fish; Ghost Hounds courtesy of the artist; Vince Gill by David McClister; Nick Shoulders by Shelby Merry; MORGXN by Gabriel Starner.

Mumford & Sons Continue to Matter, In Americana and Beyond

“Well, we’ve been here before…”

When Rushmere was released in March of this year – Mumford & Sons’ first album in seven years – critics noted its homecoming feel. The songs, the sound, the oh-so-yearning lyrics; they all combined to take the listener back to the beginning.

Tracks like “Malibu” and “Caroline” do not, perhaps, hit the wild highs of “Little Lion Man.” There’s a subtler expression at play in the album, reflecting an evolution from youthful exuberance to the quiet wisdom that only comes with experience. But a decade and a half on from Sigh No More, the band have clearly doubled back from their more experimental forays – 2018’s Delta; Marcus Mumford’s solo project, (self-titled) – to celebrate what brought them together in the first place. In Rushmere they had returned to their rootsy roots, and found peace there.

This month, the band heads back out on tour to Chicago, Philadelphia, Montréal, and more. In November, they’ll return to Europe, and ultimately to the UK, where their final leg will climax at London’s 20,000-capacity O2 arena. Months on the road this year and playing to sold-out venues have proven one thing: people still can’t get enough of them.

And yet the world is a very different place to when their debut album hit the shelves in 2009. When Mumford & Sons first toured Sigh No More, Barack Obama was President of the United States. In the UK, the biggest question on people’s lips was what Kate Middleton would be wearing at her royal marriage to Prince William.

Today’s social backdrop feels meaner, more fractious, less optimistic. Widening rifts in society have made it harder for people to celebrate shared values, even cherish the same moments together. Mumford have split with one of their own band members as a direct consequence of our rapid political polarization. What is it, then, that felt so fresh back then – and that still appeals today?

Matt Menefee first encountered the Mumford sound when his progressive bluegrass band, Cadillac Sky, were at their peak. “We were heading up out of Texas to play Telluride in 2010, and we played some gigs en route,” says Menefee. “So we’d stopped at a hotel, and there was Marcus on MTV, and someone said, ‘Oh, this band’s headlining the festival.’ Our lead singer already had the record and so we listened to it all the way up there.”

For a group of musicians that favored a raucous, punk rock vibe, Mumford’s gleeful-yet-soulful energy was something new. “We were like, ‘Oh man, this is something else!’” Menefee recalls. “To hear these cohesive, in-your-face anthems… it was raging. The melodies and the lyrics were beautifully crafted as well. It was a force that blew our guys away.”

Mumford’s Telluride set became an instant classic (it’s still spoken of in awe today). “It was just a party,” remembers Jerry Douglas, whom the band had asked to join them on stage. “The guys looked so excited. I’ve been to that festival so many times and you can get jaded. But I’m watching them jump up and down and I’m going, this is what it’s supposed to feel like.” He describes that electric closing set as one of the best he’s seen in Telluride’s 51 iterations.

Douglas is one of the many Americana musicians that Mumford and bandmates Ben Lovett, and Ted Dwane sought out to learn from in their early years and have built enduring relationships with. They included Douglas in their performance at the SNL 50th anniversary show, after he had recorded lap steel for Rushmere track “Caroline” – although he laughingly points out that it didn’t make the final mix. “It changed it, it took the band away from just sounding like themselves. I kind of Jackson Browne-ed them a little bit…”

Those collaborative relationships are one of the reasons that Mumford & Sons continue to matter, not least to the musical communities they’ve done so much to elevate. After their first meeting, Menefee became a regular guest artist with the band and has been their go-to banjo player since Winston Marshall’s departure. “You watch them interact with people,” says Menefee, “and they’re so humble, so sweet, so encouraging. They really look after everybody. They’re good, good dudes.”

In August, Mumford & Sons relaunched their Railroad Revival Tour, whose 2011 iteration involved travelling the Southwest in vintage trains alongside Old Crow Medicine Show and Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros. This summer’s rolling festival picked up where that one had left off, traveling between New Orleans and Vermont. The long list of musicians joining them on board ranged from Nathaniel Rateliff and Ketch Secor to Lainey Wilson and Molly Tuttle to Trombone Shorty and Chris Thile.

Lucius’s Jess Wolfe was one of the musicians sharing the stage with Mumford, after forging a bond with Marcus at celebrated, now infamous jams arranged by Brandi Carlile in Joni Mitchell’s living room. “Sitting listening to our hero sing – that’s such a humbling experience, it’s going to bring people close quite quickly,” laughs Wolfe. She describes Mumford & Sons as “natural collaborators – they feel like brothers from the minute that you step foot in the room with them.” It’s that comforting familiarity that expresses itself in their music and forms a major part of their appeal.

Having first heard their sound while working on the Brooklyn open mic circuit, Wolfe was struck by how it reflected the songs that her peers were writing, “except that these were songs that everyone could suddenly, with ease and without thinking, just sing along to. It was like a conversation you were having with an old friend.”

Their pulsing, anthemic melodies, underlaid with a signature stomp, quickly became an in-demand and much replicated sound in the industry. Banjo and mandolin players found themselves getting far more calls for session work. For musicians like Menefee who had spent years justifying their choice of instrument and trying to persuade a sceptical mainstream of its charms, the change was remarkable. “When Mumford hit, it was like, banjo’s cool!”

“I’d go do demo sessions for songwriters on Music Row and for years the publishers would ask you for ‘like, a Mumford thing,’” Menefee continues. “And I should say that’s not all they do – their Delta record is one of my favorites, with its beautiful marriage of electro pop and effects. But I witnessed the success of the other bands that followed in Mumford’s wake. They had a huge influence.”

Douglas believes it’s no exaggeration to say they changed the sound of the musical landscape. “And people either liked it or they didn’t. But it’s a heartbeat, you know? That’s the thing about it. It gets people excited and it makes them feel good. That endorphin rush happens and everybody goes to their happy place. And we need that right now. We need to go to our happy place.”

There, perhaps, lies the key to their successful return after seven years away from the limelight. Every night they play, Menefee sees crowds “losing themselves” in the singalongs. “There’s an anger and a vulnerability that really pierces the heart,” he says. “And it’s so freaking singable.”

The band themselves have admitted to be “stoked” to be headlining festivals in the UK again and there’s little sense of ego at their appearances. Instead, they host shows that have the feel of a party at which they themselves are enthusiastic guests. “It’s just so much fun,” says Menefee. “There’s a real joy in it, a rest from all the chaos.”

Perhaps, right now, we all need a bit more Mumford in our lives.


Photo Credit: Marcus Haney

Basic Folk: David Wilcox

Asheville, North Carolina-based songwriter David Wilcox has been through some s-h-i-t. A difficult childhood in Northeast Ohio sent him seeking answers – mostly on his bicycle – in an attempt to get away. He has spent his lifetime leaning into his problems and digging into their roots at the source: his own heart. He decided to see what lessons his heart had been trying to teach him and, at 67 years old, he’s still listening and learning. He claims to have the answer of how to heal your heart and how to do it in two minutes; he lays it out in our conversation.

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We also talk about his new album, The Way I Tell the Story. Our conversation continues his exploratory journey, through the lens of his wife’s Parkinson’s diagnosis, retelling the story of his childhood, and staying calm in an emergency and in the aftermath of Hurricane Helene, which devastated his community. We discuss how David was able to walk the line of acknowledging his talents without getting too caught up in the hot-and-fast success he experienced at the start of his career. He explains when it’s best to feel the depths of sorrow versus disassociating, and he talks about his lifelong love of cycling and how it continues to be a meditation and a life-saver. David is full of gems and wisdom – I think I’ll be listening back to this edition of Basic Folk many times over.


Photo Credit: Lynne Harty