The shipyard painter, political activist and razor-sharp cartoonist Bob Starrett has just written a new book The Way I See It on his eventful life and times. Below we reprint one of his stories and review an essential read
You can tell where Jarrod Dickenson hails from because he a lonesome traveler with the US spelling of the word. It turns out he's Texas born, currently resident in New York, and your archetypical troubadour.
This is an album that starts strongly and Dickenson comes across as a Ryan Adams clone, no bad thing.
At other times, as on I Remember June, he brings Leonard Cohen to mind. Then he morphs into a sleazy Tom Waits on Little Black Dress which doesn't need too much imagination to work out what it's about.
But towards the end it fades fast and becomes far too dainty.
On the CD cover Dickenson's dressed in what looks to be an expensive cashmere coat and trilby - an attempt, I assume, to look older and wiser than his years.
Visually it works but musically it doesn't quite add up.
As a work in progress this is promising but Dickenson's not quite yet the real deal.