Rolling Stone‘s David Fricke is one of that rag’s most wizened contributors. I like him not just ’cause he’s pals with Brian Wilson, but because he writes a helluva lot better than the current crop of Pitchfork-weaned hyperbolists. Most of the time, that is.
Anyway, he’s got a regular column in RS called "Fricke’s Picks," in which he tells readers about random stuff that probably wasn’t produced by Timbaland. One of his latest raves is about Vermont’s own Grace Potter & the Nocturnals. Here’s what duder says:
GP&N are rising stars on the jam-band circuit, the opening act of choice for headliners such as Umphrey’s McGee and the North Mississippi All-Stars. But Potter, who plays funky keyboards and sings like a fighting-mad Bonnie Raitt, is poised for bigger things on Nothing But the Water (Ragged Company), a record of country-blues basics fired up by her evident love for Little Feat and early-’70s Rolling Stones. And she is no pushover as a lyricist. "Give me back my jeans and my JJ Cale," Potter demands in "Toothbrush and My Table," showing she’s got good taste and the right priorities when it comes to breaking up.
Shit kids, I just typed that by hand! There wasn’t a cut-and-paste option; the issue hit my mailbox today. How’s that for dedication?